My President

Gosong Pancake

Aksa and Aza are still sleeping well, until they don't realize they almost missed the dawn prayer because the time now shows at half-six.

"Axis, Aza... Why aren't you awake?" Aira approached her son's room because Aksa and Aza did not participate in the congregation's morning prayers. And it turns out, the newlyweds are still sleeping, with Aza resting her head with Aksa's arms and Aksa hugging the woman as if she didn't want to take it off.

Aira smilingly shook her head, it seemed like they still wanted to enjoy a beautiful dream. But, if not awakened they will instead leave the dawn prayer.

"Let's pray first, later you can continue to sleep again," cried Aira while caressing the heads of Aza and Aksa alternately.

"Aihh, Mama.." cried Aksa. He immediately woke up taking off his embrace making Aza wake up as well.

"Why? You're tired of that because of the semalem?" Aira Goda.

"Ah, Mama..." Aksa and Aza remain embarrassed even though nothing happened to them last night.

Aksa and Aza immediately went down to the small mosque that was below, next to the living room.

"Ehem..." Deheman's voice stopped their steps. The newlyweds immediately turned to their family who were gathered in the living room after performing the dawn prayer.

"Why the hell, Opa, Oma is thickly lipstick?" ask Aksa with her laziness.

"How was your first night?" ask Maria.

"How many rounds last night?" Mira asked her granddaughter.

Everyone stared at Aksa and Aza. Aksa just shook his head, he then took his wife immediately to fetch water ablution and prayer.

Aksa had changed into a cocoa shirt, wrapped his body with a sheath and a peci on his head. Aza was flabbergasted to see her, this was the first time she had seen her husband dressed like that.

"Have you finished looking at me?" ask Aksa.

Aza immediately looked the other way in shame, she immediately put on her face and stood behind her husband who was ready to become a priest.

They prayed fervently, Aza did not expect that the voice of Aksa was so sweet when reciting the verses of the Qur'an.

Aksa turned around after the greeting, extending her hand to let Aza kiss her. Aza also kissed Aksa's hand, felt tickled and tickled. Then, Aksa kissed Aza's forehead for so long.

"I'm still sleepy, can I sleep again?" tanya Aza who was then called Aksa.

The man sat on a thick carpet and leaned his body against the wall. Patting her thigh told Aza to sleep there.

Aza who still wears her face said yes, she put her head on the thigh of the husband. Aksa stroked his wife's head to sleep faster, and before long Aza's breath began to be regular sign that the woman had fallen asleep.

Aksa also still felt drowsiness, he fell asleep again with his wife.

The families realized that if Aksa and Aza had not yet come out of the mosque, they immediately approached. Just being able to shake things up, the newlyweds were extremely adorable.

"I guess they're doing it again here, uh it's sleeping" Bram said.

"I was also thinking that, you know for yourself that your grandson Aksa will never be satisfied" Andi said.

"Let it go, we better get out don't bother them" whispered Keno who was then taken in by everyone.

*****

Aza woke up just as the clock was pointing to the number seven. He remembered sleeping on Aksa's lap. The woman then woke up, silent for a moment observing the handsome face of her husband, peeping his cheeks briefly. Not knowing what made him so, he then went to his room afraid Aksa woke up.

He stood up and went into his room. There was a splashing sound in the bathroom, it seemed like his wife was taking a bath. He put his body back on the couch, playing with his phone. The next two days he will not go to the office, and maybe this can continue if Aza wants to be invited to honeymoon.

"You are awake, it turns out." cried Aza approaching Aksa who was lying down.

"Yes, ever since you kissed me on the cheek," Aksa replied casually.

Suddenly, Aza went straight into the dressing room. She was really ashamed of her husband, she thought Aksa was still sleeping. Aza so did not dare to come out, she opened the door a little and peeked at him. Aksa was not on the couch, he came out immediately.

"Huffttt, thankfully the boy had a bath. Ah, I'd better get out of here." murmured Aza. He slipped out of the room. Confused about where. Then, he saw Aira was busy in the kitchen.

"Good morning, Mah.." said Aza, she was still awkward with her mother-in-law.

"Good morning, baby. Howwasyoursleep? Didn't Aksa let you sleep well last night?" tanya Aira teased her daughter-in-law.

Aza just silently did not respond, he did not know what to answer. "Can anyone help Aza?"

"If you want, you can continue making these pancakes. Mama wants to make fried rice for papa," said Aira.

Aza nodded, she immediately picked up the dough and poured a spoonful of dough into teflon. Although he never made it, Aza can still do it because he had seen Aira earlier.

"You cook at home too, baby?" ask Aira.

"Just boil instant noodles and fry beef-eye eggs only, Mah. I can't cook" said Aza garyk, who didn't itch. He's really embarrassed.

"What's wrong, Mama will teach you little by little." Aira understood her daughter-in-law, Aza could not cook because no one taught her and must be busy working.

Aza smiled and nodded. He continued making pancakes until the dough ran out. Putting sheet by sheet onto the plate.

"Za, you will melt chocolate for the pancake sauce. You see, Aksa prefers chocolate sauce" said Aira.

"Good, Mah..." Aza did as Aira's instructions. Cut up the dark chocolate and melt it. After that pour it into the neatly arranged pancake earlier. Give him two pieces of mint leaves and strawberry slices as toppings.

"That can. Tomorrow Mama will teach her to make her own dough, you have to learn because every morning Aksa always has breakfast pancakes," said Aira when she saw her daughter-in-law finished making pancakes.

Aksa was done bathing, he immediately got down and went to the dining table to enjoy breakfast. He saw his wife helping his mother cook. It feels really fun.

Everyone had gathered at the dinner table, and the food had been served. Just waiting for Aza and Aira to join the others.

Aza threw a plate of pancakes made earlier in front of Aksa and sat in an empty chair next to her husband.

"Za, can't you cook?" aksa asked whispering.

"Could be, that's my pancake. Come eat," said Aza.

Aksa looked at the pancakes intensely. Nothing suspicious there, it looks interesting and appetizing. But he was not sure of the taste, because he knew that his wife could not cook.

"That dough was made by Mama, so it will taste good. Don't be afraid, eat."

Aza's words made a relief to Aksa, he immediately cut her off and put her in his mouth. His eyes were wide open, it was bitter.

"Bitter, Za! What did you love?" Aksa immediately sipped the milk in front of him.

"No, I added anything. The pancakes were burnt, so it's natural to be bitter."