
The next day, Rayyan tells Rio that she wants to go back to work. So Rayyan asked Rio to prepare an important file and what he had missed all this time.
Knowing her husband would return to work, Fatimah woke up early, to cook herself specially for her husband's breakfast. He wanted Rayyan to eat the dishes he made from his own hands.
All the cooks let Fatimah cook for her husband. All the chefs there also hope, with the sincerity of Fatimah, can make Rayyan really fall for Fatimah and if one day Rayyan Remember everything, Rayyan no longer torments Fatimah as before.
There are people who say, from cooking can make people fall in love. That is why, Mr. Han also allowed Fatimah to control the kitchen area, for example, want to cook specifically for Rayyan. The Chefs did not even help at all, not because of heart, but indeed they wanted to see the struggle of Fatimah in making her husband melt into her. And they wanted to, Rayyan saw for themselves the struggle of Fatimah and how Fatimah served her all this time.
After finishing cooking and putting it on the dining table, Fatimah went straight to the room again and saw her husband was well dressed.
Fatimah approached her husband and confirmed the slightly slanted tie.
"I don't think I'm awake yet" he said. Because it was, Rayyan after the dawn prayer, permission to rest for a while because it is still sleepy.
Rayyan went to bed at three in the morning for taking care of the files she had to bring today.
"I've been up since, thanks for getting my clothes ready." Rayyan gave a kiss on Fatimah's forehead.
"Together, it's already my duty as a wife."
“Where are you from?”
“Beat, let's have breakfast, Mas have to taste my cooking, I got a new recipe earlier.”
“Can from where?”
“From a prank try hehe,” Fatimah smiled shyly, making Rayyan anxious herself so.
“Hmm from a fad yes, but I'm sure, your cooking must be very good,” praises Rayyan.
“Try first, new comment.”
Without warning, Rayyan immediately held Fatimah ala bridal style, making Fatimah shocked and screamed involuntarily. But in the end, she was happy with what her husband was doing.
Fatimah put her hands around her husband's neck and looked at his handsome face. “May you continue like this, Mas. Loving me and no longer hurting me like before,” Fatimah muttered inwardly.
Once in the dining room, Rayyan dropped Fatimah off, and after that, Rayyan sat in her big chair while Fatimah, she took a plate and filled it with rice and side dishes, then gave it to Rayyan, and then gave it to her, not to forget the glass of warm water that he also prepared.
“Come breakfast together,” said Rayyan, Fatimah nodded her head. He took a plate and filled it with rice and side dishes for himself.
And then they ate together. “It feels really good, the season is just right.” Praise Rayyan, hearing that, of course Fatimah was very happy. She promised that she would always cook good food for her husband.
After the meal, Rio came.
Fatimah told Rio to eat first, but Rio rejected her subtly, as he had already had breakfast in his apartment.
Fatimah leads Rayyan to the front of the house, kissing the back of Rayyan's hand by inserting a prayer filled with hope.
“I work first yes,” say Rayyan.
“Iya, Mas. Later in the day I will ask the driver to deliver lunch for you huh. No papacy?” Fatimah asked, for she would not do anything without her husband's permission.
Fatimah was very afraid, afraid that if she made a mistake that would make her husband angry. So whatever Fatimah will do, there must be her husband's permission first.
“Iya, but if you can, you yourself are coming to the office huh. I want us to eat together. Later tell Mr. Ihsan to take you to the office.”
“Alright, if that's what I want.”
“Hmm, I'm going first. You be careful at home.”
After kissing Fatimah's forehead, Rayyan and Rio left from there.