Haziya Father's Prohibition

Mrs. Laela was standing in front of the stove, her mood changed wildly due to the arrival of the guest earlier. Even earlier, he was very excited to cook red bamboo shoots.

"Mom, let me do the cooking. You just go to your room to rest!" Haziya's suggestion asked Mrs. Laela not to force herself to cook in a state of inconcentration.

"It's okay, I can continue. Are you coming?" asked Mrs. Laela as she opened the lid of the pot, put in the spices that had been mashed to boil the chicken.

"Now I have to get permission from father and mother if I want to go anywhere, Mom. So, I will obey everything you say. Mother, don't worry, I won't come without your permission." Haziya smiled warmly giving calm to the woman he loved so much.

"Assalamualaikum, ma'am!" Haziya's father entered hastily after greeting. He went straight to the kitchen because he smelled the sweet aroma of the food being cooked.