It's up to God

The Fish Breakfast

The sound of birds chirping unpretentious with chicken cock in the morning. The collaboration of a song is very melodious in welcoming the day. Early in the morning, Nadira was ready in the kitchen for the first time to cook. Before, he had never thought too much about what to cook for. However, now must get used to having a wife status and she wants to be a good wife; can serve the husband in any case while being able and not contrary to religious norms.

The sound of music created by Nadira from the kitchen, apparently heard by the people of the house. Nadira's husband, mother-papa, and brother came to him.

With half a run, Haikal arrived first. He had guessed before arriving in the kitchen, surely his sister would try new things after marriage. Getting used to what is not commonly done is getting up early in the morning to prepare breakfast.

Arriving in the kitchen, Haikal chuckles to see Nadira holding a spatula and wearing a helmet on her head.

Nadira who had been fighting with the oil that jumped when he put the fish, immediately turned his head, heard his brother's laughter.

"Iih ..., Brother ...!" nadira said with a bent face.

"Well, why me?" haikal asked, who held back the laughter while holding his stomach, could not bear to see the behavior of his sister.

"Yes, Brother instead of helping his sister, this is even dateng-dateng, ngetawain continue. Make sprains, you know!" Nadira whines as usual, indeed his spoiled nature— despite already bearing the status of a wife, still spoiled with her brother.

Haikal approaching. Turn off the stove because it saw the pan was smoky and the fish became charred because the fire was too big.

"Why should I wear a helmet, Nad? You are like a soldier who is ready to fight," said Haikal, smiling as he removed the helmet on Nadira's head.

"And yet again fought the same fish that sprouted oil. Good thing I'm ready to standby, wear a helmet, it doesn't hit me in the face. Yes .., even if it's a charred fish. Huhu ..., be shy, yes, sister. Ammar later said if he knew his wife could not cook?" Nadira is pessimistic.

Haikal tried to calm Nadira down. Both hands were placed on Nadira's shoulders.

"It's okay, Nad. It will be long, too, can. You don't be that pessimistic, ah. Where's your motivational soul? Fear of oil?" haikal said encouragingly. Haikal hugged and stroked his sister's head.

"I'm not a good chef, I already have a restaurant. Want to, yeah, teach me how to cook?" pinta Nadira along with the arrival of Ammar and their parents.

"Oh Allah, Nadira ...! Why is the kitchen so smoky?" ask the papa. "This again, why is there a helmet in the kitchen?" he continued holding the helmet.

Mama Nadira has understood that this is all the work of her daughter who wants to learn to cook. His mother smiled, then approached Nadira.

Nadira spontaneously hugged her mother.

"That's okay, honey. His name is also learning. Dare to try it, it's good, you know! It's worth appreciating."

The words of the mother, made Nadira breathe a sigh of relief. This spark of encouragement is what makes him a motivator because he always gets support from parents and has the principle, "Better try, "Better try, rather than not at all for daring to try it well and we will know what the result will be."

Ammar just smiled at the harmony of a family in front of him now. Haikal, aware of Ammar's whereabouts, approached the man who was now his sister-in-law.

"Mar. Please take care and guide my grandfather, yes. He was indeed a little spoiled, but there was a time when he became a strong person. She can't cook yet, but at least she's trying to cook." Haikal held Ammar's shoulder, as if it had been separated from the responsibility as an older brother because it had been replaced by Ammar when the kabul ijab recited.

"Thank you for your trust, brother. I promise I will hold this trust" said Ammar, whose eyes occasionally glanced at Nadira. "Emm, if the matter of cooking anyway, I never oblige the wife can cook, the important thing is Nadira knows the obligation of a wife to her husband in accordance with Islamic law is enough, sister. Because a wife who can cook it is a bonus."

Papa Nadira smiled at the statement from his son-in-law. He is calm, not wrong in giving his blessing to Ammar and giving up the responsibility to look after his beloved daughter. However, in the eyes of the Sultan (papa Nadira), Nadira is still a child who at any time will whine to his parents in certain matters. Like the incident that just happened, it remains his parents and brother who became home, without ignoring Ammar's status.

"Nad. You don't have to be afraid I'm angry because of your rudimentary cooking, I'm not perfect either. Every human being must have a weak point, it does not have to be all things, but the advantages that we have— make it look perfect, especially in the eyes of a partner. You don't have to be someone else to impress me, especially if it makes you uncomfortable. Just be yourself, yeah!"

Allah Masyaa. Ammar's words were very reassuring. Everyone was there until they were captivated by his words.

"It's not a matter of being yourself or forcing someone else, I just want to try something new. I also want people to praise my cooking. Losing time with boys. Haikal can cook, my time as a girl, can't cook." Nadira kekeh wants to learn to cook.

"Yes. Your determination to learn to cook is good, just don't isolate yourself because of the failures that occur. My love will not decrease even if your cooking is burnt. His name is also just learning. Failed, yes .. Try again. Isn't that right, Mother motivator?" Ammar tried to entertain Nadira to keep the spirit of learning.

When the newlyweds were engrossed in romance, as if the world belonged to both of them, Ammar disturbed the romance.

"I'm sorry, Mothers, these rented residents hitchhiking past first, want to cook."

Haikal was ready to cook for his family because of cooking duties, when their mother was not at home, taken over by Haikal, even when his mother was not wanting to cook. Haikallah is the one who replaces.

"Great, want to eat good! More direct by international chefs, you know!" exclaimed Sultan, accompanied by claps of his hands.

While Haikal prepared breakfast, the others went to the living room; watching as they talked, whatever they were talking about, they laughed out loud. Then, Nadira who is usually curious how to cook as good as her brother's cooking, returned to the kitchen to see and learn with her brother.

"Sister. I can help you cook, okay? Can, huh?" nadira asked a little forcefully.

"May, but don't wear a helmet," led by Haikal.

"Sir ...! Pudahan dong, ngeledeknya. Ngeselin, uh!" gerutu Nadira's.

"Sorry, kidding, loh! It's a frown," said Haikal smiling as he fried the fish. "Yes, help cut the vegetables, we'll cook the stir-fry and soup." Haikal's Order.

Nadira followed her brother's direction. Step by step in cooking, recorded in his memory.

A few minutes later, the food was ready to be served and eaten. Everyone was waiting at the dinner table.

When everyone was taking rice and side dishes made by Haikal, Ammar actually asked Nadira to take a fish that was cooked. Everyone looked at each other. And keadan is tense. What would Ammar do with the fish?

Not long after, Nadira came to bring the fried fish and gave it to her husband.

"This, fish. But what do you want?" Nadira was amazed by her husband. He's getting curious. Instead of directly eating because there are fish that are not charred in front of the table, instead tell to take the empty ones.

"Whatever the taste and shape of a wife's cooking, I must appreciate her hard work. The fish is charred, it must taste bitter, but this fish is cooked with love."

Jem! Nadira's heart was made more and more melted by Ammar. Men who have a hobby of painting is the most pleasing to everyone, especially Nadira. His words were like a spell to hypnotize people into liking him, but that was the fact. Ammar could say that because of his father's upbringing. Although his family can not be said to be harmonious because his brother has not been able to accept the presence of him and the papa, Ammar can still grow into an inspiring figure and have many works. The result of his painting, has reached abroad. Moreover, one painting alone, could sell for hundreds of millions.

That morning, Ammar had breakfast with fish made by his wife. Since then, Nadira increasingly determined to continue learning to cook. Moreover, he did not need to pay cooking lessons to the chefs out there, because his own brother was a chef. Such is the warmth of the Nadira family that always makes others jealous to see it. In addition, Nadira has a husband who can appreciate his wife's efforts and is ready to guide her in world affairs and the afterlife. Ammar was truly one of the thousands of rare men. There is rarely a husband like this.

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