LOVE FOR IZZA

The Arrival of Mother-in-Law

3 Days Arlan and Izza have returned to New Week. Even Izza's parents came the day after they came home worried about Izza.

This morning after waking up Izza's stomach was very nauseous. He ran to the bathroom to vomit.

hoek.

Nothing came out of his mouth, only yellow liquid. His body feels weak. The sweat also flooded his forehead.

Slowly he walked back to the main room, silent. Arlan hasn't come home with her night shift . There was a sudden longing in Izza's heart. Missing in Arlan's arms.

"Are you really present in the womb of my dear mother.. " His speech was monologuing by himself while rubbing his lament.

The day was bright, Izza did go back to sleep after the dawn prayer. He went straight to the kitchen to prepare breakfast.

"Assynolajet.. " Arlan opened the door of the house right after Izza finished bathing.

"Waalaikum salam's.. " Quickly Izza smeared the powder as well as a thin, nude-colored lipstick.

czech.

Arlan walked into the room with her lesion face.

"You've come home, I'm gouging water.. "

Arlan did not reply, directly smashing his body on the sofa room. Narrowing her throbbing forehead .

"Bath first. " Izza returned after preparing warm water.

"Yes "Arlan also got up towards the bathroom.

Izza painstakingly prepared Arlan's change of clothes, then went out to prepare breakfast and coffee for her husband.

20 Minutes later, Arlan hasn't left the room . Izza decided to follow him.

When the door opened, Arlan looked curled up to sleep in the bed.

"Mas, ain't breakfast yet? " Task Izza.

Feeling no response, he approached the bed. Swiping her husband's forehead gently which immediately made Arlan open her eyes.

"Ga breakfast first mas? "

"I had breakfast.. " Arlan replied without opening her eyes or looking at Izza.

Izza sighed softly, enveloped her husband's body and stepped out of the room.

Since returning home 3 days ago, Arlan's attitude seemed cold. Just talk as necessary.

There was a sense of sadness in Izza's heart, feeling the loss of her husband's warm figure and concern.

"I have to how, why does Arlan feel changed. "his sigh rests his head on the dining table chair.

He also has no appetite. His body was quite limp because of vomiting .

Tinctong.

The sound of the bell made Izza quickly wake up, afraid that her voice would disturb her sleeping husband.

Chequek.

Izza was surprised to see who was coming.

"Why are you glaring that way, don't you like me coming..? "

"I. Ibbu.. " Izza stuttered. But then grabbed her in-laws' hands for salim.

"Already, don't be. ." Mother Lasi flicked her hand.

"Please enter ma'am. " Izza opens the door wider .

"Bawain the suitcase..! " He walked arrogantly into the house.

"Assynolajet.. "

"Waalaikum salam's.. " Izza answered while pulling her mother-in-law's suitcase inside.

Lastri's mother immediately sat on the living room sofa, her eyes looking around the room that looked straight. There are not many knickknacks or just a decorative closet.

"Where's Arlan..?" tanyanya.

"Mas Arlan slept ma'am, just got home late at night.." Izza pushed the suitcase into the empty next room.

"Mother wants breakfast, Izza just finished cooking breakfast earlier. "the bargain .

"What would you like to drink ? "

"Tea only.. " Lastri's mother observed Izza's cooking this morning.

Izza returned to the dinner table with tea and warm water for her mother-in-law.

"Did Arlan not have breakfast ?"

Izza followed the direction of his mother-in-law who was focused on intact coffee.

"Mas Arlan had breakfast outside.. "Belan Izza . He chose to sit down to get his in-laws fried bihun.

"Why is breakfast outside ? is your cooking delicious ? "

"Maybe because you're too hungry, please eat mom "

"Why is this all, you don't cook vegetables ? "

"Izza used to have breakfast like this ma'am.. "

"Arlan must be depressed, she likes breakfast like this. It's not filling "

Izza was silent, all this time Arlan did not protest or talk anything. Izza did bring Arlan to follow his morning habits. Breakfast fried rice, fried bihun or bread only. Unlike the habits of his in-laws, who choose breakfast with a full menu.

"Tomorrow you complete morning cooking, do not just fried gini. . " Tell the mother-in-law.

"Yes mom.. "

They advance with silence, the last mother adds to the portion of her meal. Izza thinned her lips, at least her cooking could be received on the tongue of her in-laws.

"Why can it be delicious, and chewy gini. He made a proper immersion measure. I wanted to also eat the hyacinth often - often "inner bu Lastri , but she was embarrassed and the prestige wanted to ask for the recipe.

After breakfast Izza cleaned the dishes and washed them. Her in-laws are back in the front room .

Just finished he immediately ran to the bathroom spewing out the food he had just eaten.

hoek.

She tried to muffle her voice, so as not to hear her in-laws or her husband.

Izza rinsed with water, washed his face. His face was a little pale .

Quickly he came out, and took the bed linen in the closet.

"Mom, I can see. Izza has cleaned up his room.. "

As usual, her in-laws did not answer and went straight to the room Izza pointed at .

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At midday, Izza cooks three-flavored fish dishes as well as kale vegetables. For a moment his mind floated on the late Reihan. Nereka used to eat this.

With a smile he nodded, shaking his head slowly. He was already able to reminisce about Reihan with a casual feeling, without feeling as fond as before.

Until he finished cooking, neither Arlan nor his mother-in-law left the room. Izza opened the fridge, picking up a slice of lemon that she had already enjoyed for two days while relaxing. Then sit down and open the phone.

"Ahh.. seems good, why do I want to be " said Izza when looking at Korean cuisine that is now worldwide. He swallowed his own spit several times.

"God, is it true that people crave like this.. "

He smiled at himself thinking about it.

"What are you doing ? " Arlan came out of the room to approach him.

"Ehhh, I'm awake. Want to eat.. ?" Izza put the lemon in the bowl.

Arlan shook his head, choosing to sit on his wife's shoulder. Smelled his wife's body.

"Mas.. " Of course Izza was confused to see Arlan's behavior.

"You eat lemons, what is it? " Arlan asked as she glanced at the contents of the bowl.

"Yes asem, but seger really.."

Arlan clenched his wife tightly, lifted her headscarf and kissed Izza by the neck. Izza until wriggling amusedly.

"I miss. " whispered.

" Come.. " Arlan stood pulling Izza to the room. Izza frowned, but then followed her husband who remained attached to her.

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