Love of Muhallil

can't cook

"How can I continue this marriage? I knew the whole house was a very nice person. I was afraid of sinning and got karma for having shunned them all" Haya held a blanket that covered Mother's body.

"I am a grain of dust, while the late Khadijah was a grain of pearl. It looks pathetic!" Haya muttered and played her lentic fingers.

"The dust grains that will flush the pearls with a wet and dry dust clump, are useless. I'm the dust will be erased by the rain stubs. The dust will disappear and the pearl will shine."

Geck... Tock....

Haya turned towards the door, aware of the daydream, Haya displayed a fake smile.

"Hey___, what's wrong?" Haya.

"Has Mom slept?" Ahmad Faiz approached and saw that his mother had fallen asleep.

"Yes, I'm asleep. Maybe the effect of the drugs in the drink."

"Well I'm out yuk? Time to stay in mom's room. Dik Haya has not yet met another brother."

"Where are you going, mom? But I'm ashamed."

"Come along, why be ashamed?" Ahmad Faiz held Haya's hand. Honestly there is a sense of insecurity that controls half the soul of Haya, a sense of arrogance and a sense of foreign ambush the soul of Haya.

If Haya used to feel proud, who she would be. Now that Haya was feeling low, who was her status?

I was surprised to be taken to the kitchen.

"Help yuk, brother? We will make food for alms, with the blessing of alms we hope that Mother will soon recover and be healthy again. This is also a form of maternal gratitude, as we are officially married. Well even with such an incident, anyway!"

"Hem___" Haya was aghast not a bitch. How could Haya cook? Haya's lifetime will cook instant noodles, even cooking water if pressed. What should Haya do? anyway why should there be a charity event, anyway?

"Know, this is Bude mas, dik. Her name is bude Dina."

"Hey bude," Haya meyapa, put forward a hand as a sign of introduction. Bude Dina welcomed Haya's hand gently and a smile.

"So my grandmother's son and grandfather were three people. Namely bude Dina, mother and bik Pina," explained Ahmad Faiz, explaining the brother of the mother.

Haya smiled knotfully and nodded in understanding.

"And this is Nahla, still the brother of us all."

Nahla shook Haya's hand and gave a smile.

"Hay____, I'm Haya." Sapa Haya and returned a smile with a carefree heart

After shaking Nahla's hand.

"Faiz, buy me some brown sugar bude. Nahla had forgotten to buy brown sugar, where the brown sugar in the jar had run out. If you cook spices without brown sugar, less complete taste it is less steady," explained bude Dina need brown sugar.

"Well bud, let Faiz buy it to the stall." Ahmad Faiz immediately went to the stall to buy brown sugar. Always so, Ahmad Faiz is not the type of man who is embarrassed to shop anything, not least vegetables.

"Haya you can clean the fish gurame? If you can clean it, right? The fish was still fresh and was inside that black bucket," bude Dina pointed at the black bucket outside the kitchen.

Haya. After all, the end of the history of Haya if Ahmad Faiz's family knew he could not cook even if just cleaning Fish.

"Dead me, how do I clean the fish?" Inner Haya. With a face looking for help.

Haya approached the Fish in the black bucket, and tried to take one fish for cleaning. The fish jumped up and made Haya surprised, the hornet surprised Haya let out a sound.

Blubuk...

Arkh____

Nahla runs up to Haya, Nahla is afraid that Haya will be hit by a knife.

"Why Mba Haya, what's hurt?" Nahla asked softly and worriedly.

"No, there's nothing! I'm just scared of fish. I've never held a live fish before, I can't clean it up, Nahla." lirih Haya was half embarrassed and lowered her head.

"But___, Nahla.hm I don't feel good about you, is that my job?" Haya was still sitting next to Nahla.

"It's nothing! Mba can't yet. But don't worry, if you want to learn, I'm sure you can!" Nahla said excitedly.

"Yes, thank you, Nahla."

Bude Dina seemed to frown upon realizing Haya's impossibility. How can a wife not cook, then whose husband's stomach will be filling.

The woman is not only smart grooming, in bed, but also in the kitchen, bude Dina's ecpetation.

"Bude sorry___, I can't clean the fish. I'll help the others, won't I, bude?" Lirih Haya offers help, but Haya is really confused about what to do.

"alright. Looks like you're picking up chilies, bude wants to make a paste of sambal."

Haya took the chili that had been cleaned and washed, then Haya slowly put the chili into the frying pan.

dor's... Tup... Tup....

Arkh___

Haya squealed as the cooking oil exploded and splashed onto Haya's wrist.

Bude Dina glanced at a glance, Haya felt bad, while holding the hand affected by the splash of oil Haya tried to behave normally, and flipped the chili so as not to burn.

Finally Bude Dina took over forking the chili. Then tell Haya to shift.

"Why is Haya?" Lirih Ahmad Faiz after buying brown sugar.

Haya shook her head, but her left hand held the right hand that was hit by cooking oil.

"Here let me see?" Ahmad Faiz's hand immediately grabbed Haya's right hand, without permission from Haya.

"Red gini, if not treated later can blister." Ahmad Faiz went to the bathroom to pick up a bit of odol and then rubbed on Haya's wrist which was hit by hot oil.

"Thank you, mas?" Haya felt bad and embarrassed not to play, the intention of the heart wants to help but instead troublesome .

"Next time be more careful?" Ahmad Faiz smiled.

"Yes, my mom."

"Didn't you ever cook in your house there, Haya?" Bude Dina asked in a slightly jutek tone.

"No___ bu__de." Answer haya.

"Then___?"

"Now you can't, bude. But later I can learn. Long could do it too." Ahmad Faiz still rubbed Haya's arm. However, Ahmad Faiz felt sorry to see Haya endure the pain in the wrist.

"Where does your ex-husband eat? So the wife must be able to please the husband, must be smart to take care of the child, smart to cook, smart in bed and smart to make money," cynical bude Dina a little ketus.

Haya looked down deeply, maybe what was said bude Dina there was right too? It is only fitting that Haya and Niko's domestic relationship is empty, they are busy with their respective jobs and busy looking for money.

"Not so, bude!" Ahmad Faiz tried to calm Haya's heart. Not what, Ahmad Faiz is sure if Haya this time felt sad because of the speech made by Bude Dina.

"That's a Faiz fact. A woman must also be good at keeping her Marwah as a wife, do not____." Bude Dina squinted a little.

"This dude's done," cut Nahla. Nahla knows if Bude Dina will talk nerocos everywhere. Really bude Dina is a person who slips off when talking, bude Dina will not think if his words hurt who heard him.

Nahla already understood the attitude of Bude Dina, but Haya? He just came, must be very surprised to see the attitude of Bude Dina who impressed ceplos and sensi. Bude Dina has a history of hypertension, possibly the influence of her high blood pressure.

Nahla hopes Haya is not angry and upset with Bude Dina. Although Nahla understands, most likely Haya does not like Bude Dina.so does bude Dina.

because all this time, the most enthusiastic person to match between Nahla and Ahmad Faiz is Bude Dina. Maybe at this time, Dina bude is not ready to accept the fact, that Ahmad Faiz is married to another woman.