Love For Aisha

13 ~ Kebablasan

Just wanted to sleep, the dawn prayer had reverberated. Azam had to get up from his sleep, even though it felt very heavy. After neatly dressed in cocoa and sarongs, Azam immediately woke Aisyah up for dawn prayers.

"Ais, wake. I went to the mosque first. Don't forget the dawn prayer" Azam said before leaving his wife. Aisyah's head just nodded slowly, because she was also still sleepy.

After Azam died, Aisyah even pulled back her blanket. This time his eyes felt very sticky, whether what glue had glued his eyes together. Maybe it was the devil's blow to keep Aisha sleeping?

Her intention was only to buy five minutes but, it turned out to be blur until her husband came home from the mosque. Azam who saw Aisyah was still upside down the blanket stepped slowly to approach her. "Ais, wake! Subuhan first! You haven't prayed, have you?"

There was no response from Aisha, Azam chose to leave his wife. This morning Azam intended to make breakfast for the two of them. Rarely could Azam tamper with his wife's kitchen. During this time Aisyah always diligently wake up early and cook. However, for some reason in recent days his wife looks very lazy to wake up early. Because there is a chance Azam also intervened to execute the material in the refrigerator.

The golden light redeemed the glass windows, and Aisha sinned because this morning she left her dawn.

"Mas Azam!" he shouted loudly.

Sontak Azam who was in the kitchen immediately went to the room when he heard Aisyah's screams. He was very afraid if anything happened to his wife.

"What's wrong?" Azam's breath was cut off after opening the room door.

"Why didn't Mas Azam wake me up?" yelled Aisyah again.

Azam. Didn't he wake up? It's just Aisha who won't wake up.

The word can only be stuck in the throat because it cannot be removed.

"All because of Azam! I don't pray at dawn, Mas Azam has a responsibility!"

Again Azam only breathed his weight.

If he served Aisyah's anger, there might only be fights every day. However, Azam tries to think more mature because he married a boy.

"Lho, how am I being wronged? Kan Ais himself who does not pray." Azam protested.

"Yes. Mas Azam should wake me up!"

"Lha.. That was it, Ais! You're the one who won't wake up!"

Aisyah was silent for a moment. What her husband said was probably true. What if he doesn't wake up. Ah, isn't the sleeping person unconscious?

Aisya was too prestigious to admit it. If it was hard to wake up this morning.

"It's the wrong Azam!" Aisyah went to the bathroom.

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This morning he has a morning lecture schedule, as well as Azam who will also teach in Aisyah class.

Down the stairs, Aisyah's sense of smell caught the scent that tempted her taste. It can be ascertained if at the dining table food has been served. Aisyah immediately approached the dining table

"Gee..." Aisyah felt very amazed by the menu that had been arranged neatly.

Impatiently, Aisyah immediately took the plate and filled it with rice and side dishes that had been served. Until he forgot the figure of Azam who had not come out of the room.

If she would usually wait for her husband and prepare breakfast, for this time she ignored all that.

"Enak, Mommy. Where do you buy vegetables? How come I've never seen a vegetable like this in front of me?"

"Who bought it. It's me who cooks myself" Azam said.

Aisyah smiled faintly underestimating Azam. "Since when did Mas Azam cook?"

Azam just grunted quietly. "You're the one who doesn't know. Or maybe because during my marriage I have never cooked? Em .. but no papa. now you know if your husband is other than smart on the bed is also good in the kitchen," said Azam while processing a smile on his lips. "Because I've cooked, so you're the one who finished the kitchen." Azam blinked one eye at Aisha.

"Seriously Mas?" Aisha still could not believe it. "If Mas Azam is good at cooking, it means from now on I do not have to bother to buy side dishes out there, because at home there is a cook."

Although the cuisine was too good however, the impact of the usual neat kitchen had now changed like a broken ship.

Aisyah just gulped her saliva while looking at Agung. So did Azam who looked at Aisha with a mocking look.

Since both have completed the absorption, then it's time for some. Azam immediately tidied up the dining table. Aisyah cleaned the kitchen. Wash the utensils that her husband has made dirty.

It has become a habit of Azam and Aisyah always divide homework assignments. Although as a husband, Azam will also intervene to help with homework. Because, according to Azam, homework is the responsibility of both of them.

Even Azam would not feel embarrassed if he often washed clothes or dried clothes to help ease Aisyah's duties, considering both do not have a household assistant.

"Mas, let's hurry. It's late!" yelled Aisyah from the courtyard of the house. While Azam is still cleaning up the equipment he will bring to campus.

"It's a long time!" gerutu Aisyah when Azam had entered the car.

"Why are you in such a hurry?" azam asked with a sigh.

"My classes are coming in, Mom!" omel Aisha.

Azam just nodded as he drove his car slowly.

"Mas, why a little sooner?" protest Aisyah again.

Azam squinted his eyebrows at Aisyah's huffed face, looking she was worried.

"You why the hell is Ice? so tense is her face?" Azam was curious.

Aisyah clucked in annoyance. "That's... Mas Azam does not know what pretend not to know anyway? If I get late again I can be in the sun again, Mas! Does Mas Azam like to see his wife like salted fish?" ice Protest.

"Do you pretend not to know or pretend to forget? The lecturer who will fill in the material this morning is still here. Even if you're late, the lecturer is late too, Ais!"

Hearing Azam's words, Aisyah even grinned, condemning his carelessness. He forgot that his personal driver was his lecturer as well.

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...TO BE CONTINUE'S...

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