The Waiting of Love Ustadz Riza

Testamentary

A car is parked seamlessly in the courtyard of a minimalist two-story house that looks cool and well maintained. The figure of a 30-year-old man went down then opened the trunk while lowering some luggage and immediately took it to get inside.

"Assalamualaik." He said while opening the door. Riza bought this house a month ago. He will start living here himself and working as a lecturer while teaching at the boarding school of his father's friends. He got a call a few days ago and on Monday Riza will start working. The man's mind drifted to notice the conscious envelope in his grasp. A will from the Father before dying of age due to heart disease suffered from a long time.

The Al Rashid family.

A family is gathering in the middle room. Three people sat anxiously while watching the head of the family who modar mandir because consciously called someone not answered. "How's Dad?" Jena who is her second daughter. "Not yet lifted. No news either." He complains while sitting on the sofa. "Jaafar tried to call. But not raised either Dad. Where's the kid?" He mumbled asking. "Mother has told him to go home but doesn't want to. Ever since his grandmother died he's been getting further and further along with us." Mother said so worriedly. "Dad told people to check there, Bun. Jihan's fine. Indeed he does not want to communicate with us." lamented the man as he sighed. "So little he didn't get any affection from us. Living a dozen years with just his grandmother." Mother said while crying. "I'm sorry Jena Bun." He hugged his mother feeling very guilty. Because you want to focus on caring for the sick and sick make Mother leave the jehan on the Grandmother who lives in England.

After several tens of times trying the video call finally connected. The large screen now displayed the figure of the beautiful girl they were waiting for realized. "What's wrong?" Ask. "Where are you on deck?" Mother who first replied. "At the beach. To surf. What was? I'm busy." Jaafar sighed at the reply of his sister who looked annoyed. "Can I speak more politely to you?" Ask the young man. "I'm here no one educates so don't know manners." Reply Jihan. "Go home, son. No one's with you at Grandma's." The conscious father is silent now speak up. "Indeed, that was the way it used to be. I'm ordinary by myself. So, don't worry." Mother cried hearing her daughter's answer. "You don't feel sorry for Mother?" Ask Jena. "Does Mother feel sorry for me? Do you care about me when I'm dying in the hospital from an accident? none of you came. So, don't ask me if I feel sorry or not. I feel sorry for someone of my own. Ah it was before. I'm closed." The answer. Mother cried bitterly as the video call ended. Everyone can just be quiet. It was inevitable what Jihan said because all of that was reality.

Nightfall.

"Let's eat soon. Talk later on." Mother told them to immediately go to the dining room.

Is this the girl I've been betrothed to? But the name is different from the one in the will. Riza began to drift in her thoughts. "Actually we still have one daughter. He was in England. Her name is Jihan." Said Father. Riza nodded in understanding. That's the name written on his father's will. But the girl in question is not here. "Maybe be home soon." Mommy looks happy about the news of the return of her youngest child.

After dinner they chatted in the family room. "Oms. Actually...." Riza looked confused as to how to convey it. "About the matchmaking letter?" Dad's question made Riza and her two children surprised. "Yes. Your father has betrothed you to our youngest daughter Jihan." Said the man. "Well." yeah." Jena and Jaafar asked for an explanation. "This is our agreement to strengthen our friendship." Jena shook her head. He was afraid that his sister would be angry if she knew all this. "So you told Jihan to come home for this match?" Ask Jaafar. "No. Dad told her to go home a long time ago. But your sister won't." The answer. "Riza. Jihan was a little different from her two sisters. Life without our affection makes it free out there. But he's a real good kid." Buda gives Riza understanding about her youngest child.

"Jihan's really going home, isn't he?" Ask Mommy to make sure. "Yes. He's going home." The man replied with a smile. "What did you say to your sister to come home?" Ask Jena in wonder. "Not saying anything. He said he wanted to go on holiday to Bali. At once Dad said you wanted to get married." The girl nodded with the father's answer. He is happy that Jihan will be present at his wedding later.