Fazila Titipan From Heaven(2)

The Kitchen

After clearly deciphering her past in front of Refal, there was now no more secret that Fazila was hiding. An hour and thirty minutes, or exactly just an hour and a half, Refal and Fazila slept tonight, but now they look fresh.

After carrying out the congregational prayer which was imitated by Refal, Fazila chose to remain seated on his alphabet for muraja'ah or rather repeat his memorization so that he did not forget.

While Refal? He prefers to sit on the couch with his laptop, reading dozens of E-mails sent by his assistant. Taking a day off did not give him the right to neglect his work, so Rebal quickly finished the work very, very urgent.

"Alhamdulillah. Finally I finish everything, hopefully Bima can finish the task I gave her." Muttered Refal after sending an E-mail reply to his Assistant.

After everything was finished, Refal preferred to sit quietly on the sofa while hearing the melodious chant of the Divine Kalam that Fazila was currently reading. For some reason, all over the body of Refal suddenly goosebumps hearing the chants of love verses that come out of his wife's mouth. There was a calm feeling that gently caressed the bottom of his deepest heart, a calm feeling that he rarely felt.

Being a government employee who always acts honestly is not always easy for Rehal, sometimes he also gets pressure from some authorities. But it does not necessarily make him misguided, for him the right must be upheld and the wrong must be corrected, he must correct, that is his motivation in working so that he can feel calm and not worry about anything. As long as the city he led and his people had no complaints then it was enough to make him feel happy.

Fazila moved away from the prayer mat he had been sitting on forty minutes ago. He looked up at the sofa and found Refal sleeping there.

"You asleep? Can you fall asleep?" Fazila said softly, he stroked the top of Refal's head with a faint smile.

"I'll prepare breakfast for both of us, as long as I'm busy in the kitchen I allow you to sleep." Fazila was still sitting beside Refal who was currently sleeping.

After wearing a cloth head covering his pride, and it did not take long now Fazila was standing on the ground floor. The kitchen is located on the left side not far from the central room. While at the end near the hallway, there is a door that leads to the back garden. Fazila had tried to sit in the back garden, there were several types of flowers there, and the most stealing the attention of Fazila, in the back garden there was a sweet orange tree. Isn't that amazing? Yeah, it's really amazing.

"Waws... Is everything here? When did he fill it?" Fazila said in amazement, he looked at the refrigerator in front of him with a face engraving a smile.

"Not bad!" Keep Fazila on again.

A second later he began to take some vegetables that are still neatly arranged, not to forget also he took four eggs.

"Fried rice? I think I should just make fried rice, it doesn't take long to cook it. Rice, where's the rice?" Fazila asked himself a question he would never answer. Coincidentally this is the first time he set foot in the kitchen, he was confused looking for other ingredients.

"below. In the closet by the fridge."

Netra Fazila stared at the source of the voice. He smiled looking at the beautiful figure that was currently walking over to him.

"Why not wake me up? I'm sure I can help you in the kitchen!"

"That's not necessary, as long as I can do it myself, I will definitely do it. Sit there!" Fazila pointed at the chair not too far away from where she was standing.

Instead of listening to the words of his beautiful wife, Refal stepped closer and closer to Fazila. Not only that, he even hugged the slender body of Fazila from behind.

"Scented? I don't wear perfume."

"I never knew that my wife Shaliha had never used perfume? It's just, I really like the soft scent that emanates from her slender body." Refal continued again while tightening his embrace on Fazila's slender body.

"I'm just wearing soap." Fazila replied with a smile after hearing Refal's flattery for her.

"soap only? So that means, all this time my beautiful Queen has never used perfume? How come?"

"Well, I'm the Governor's wife. Hehe, kidding!" Guyon Fazila with a face of sumringah, he removed the arm of Refal from his waist and turned to face his handsome husband, Refal Mahendra Shekar.

"In Islam, women are forbidden to use fragrances and then walk through a group of people so that they can smell the smell of the fragrance, women who act like that then the woman is an adulterer." Fazila explained in a soft voice.

"Dezina? How could? That sounds very serious!" Refal pronounces with a crinkled forehead. He did not believe what he heard because this was the first time he had heard something so serious.

"The purpose of adultery here does not mean that the punishment and sin are the same as those who engage in illicit sexual relations, but it has the meaning of sinning. For in the Hadith it is mentioned that all the members of the human body have the potential to sin." Fazila replied without removing her gaze from the Netra shade of Refal.

While Refal? He could only hear his wife's words. He felt as if he had obtained the best life partner and teacher in his life. Never once did he hear Fazila speak nonsense, every sentence that came out of his mouth contained meaning. And that's what makes Refal realize, every second passed his love just got bigger for him the greatest woman in the world, who else if not Meyda Noviana Fazila.

"alright. Let me cook and answer your questions, if we keep talking, we'll be out of the house hungry." Typal Fazila while taking rice from the place where Refal had told him before.

"Didn't the Governor say he would help me? Then please wash the vegetables for me." Pinta Fazila pointed at the vegetables she had placed in a large bowl.

"I was planning to make fried rice, I undo that intention after seeing the Governor. I think fresh vegetables are better for us." Connect Fazila again while washing the rice and pressing the Cook button.

Fazila again threw a smile at Refal who was standing next to him. He was happy, so happy that he could not express it with just words. It is enough of him and his Lord alone to know how today he feels infinite gratitude.

"Can I cut this?" Refal asked while pointing at some of the vegetables he had just finished washing.

"The Governor is sure he can do that? If not, I will do it. Voluntarily." Fazila replied without removing a faint smile from her pretty face.

"Te-of course. I can do everything because I'm equipped with good looks and intelligence." Refal was nervous, this time he pinched the nose of Fazila bangir, for some reason he really liked to pinch his wife's bangir nose just to tease her.

People say, love comes from the eyes and then down to the heart. But to Refal and Fazila, it was meaningless. Because their love is pure growing from the heart.

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