The Waiting of Love Ustadz Riza

His Speech and Heart are the same

Jihan had just arrived home with her family in shock with a car parked in the yard. "Assalamualaik." Said Jaafar approaching those who had just come out. "Getishalight." Reply Riza then invited her sister-in-law to immediately enter the house.

"Meet your sister first, son." Papa said seeing Jihan busy helping him organize things. "Later Pa. It's still not right." The answer. "Let Papa alone. You meet your brother. Give people a chance to change." Said the man directly nodded by his daughter.

Jihan brought a tray over to the two people who were chatting in the living room. "Which child is Mas?" Ask. "After the same Mark. Water the plants again." He answered and invited Jaafar to drink tea and eat the cake that the Wife brought. "I'll go to the kitchen first." Pamit Jihan's. "I'm sorry Brother of the deck." Jaafar said as he clasped his sister's wrist. "Sister please forgive brother." He said while holding back tears so as not to fall. He realized all his treatment was outrageous and difficult to forgive. But he hopes that Jihan can be heartened. "I'm sorry. Don't ask questions. Bosen me. Go to the kitchen first." Her spicy words made Riza smile. "He forgave me, didn't he?" Jaafar asked his brother-in-law. "What he said was in his heart. Even though I'm a new guy. But I understand enough about that, brother." Answer Riza.

Jihan is cooking for lunch. "What did you do, sister?" Mark approached his brother. "Bikin soto's. It's been the hell. Just boil the vermicelli." Answer Jihan. "Why is it so wet?" He asked after turning his back to look at his sister's wet hair and t-shirt. "Main the same kid earlier." The answer. "Make there. Soon enter dhuhur time. That's lunch." Mark nodded. The young man kissed her brother's cheek and then rushed away.

"It's playing water. Jaffan, you're waiting for Dad to mushola it lo. Let's take a shower." Jihan said she saw the two boys still playing water hose behind the house. "Yes, Mother." Answer obeys. "She said she wanted to flush the plants and flush herself." He murmured while giving towels to children.

Everyone had lunch together after the prayer. As usual Jihan prepared a meal for them and then ate while feeding the children. "Jafr. You live alone now?" Ask Papa Jihan. "yes Om. Since a few years ago." The answer. "Suggest the sambel." Jihan nodded in response to her sister. "No need to macem macem. His stomach hurts later. It has only healed a few days. Want to get sick again?" Ask. Jaafar shook his head while smiling. Although her mouth was spicy but Jihan was very considerate. "How is the construction of your house?" ask Papa. "Not yet see Pa. But the last time Jihan was there, it was still her foundation. It's not finished either." The woman answered while feeding her two children in turn. "Have a house why did you wake up again?" Tanya Jaafar. "If bosen here can move." Jihan's reply made Riza hold back her laughter. "Mothers. Don't want celery." Jalwa protested. "Oh. There was celery, wasn't there?" Jihan asked and the little girl just nodded in response to her mother. "Don't like vegetables?" Jalwa. "Like Uncle. But if celery is not. It smells bad." The answer.

Jihan will accompany the children to nap letting them chat. "The first one." He always gets used to it. "We'll take a nap first." The two kiss Papa, Riza, Jaafar and Mark's hands in turn. "Yes dear." Jaafar hugged and kissed the forehead of his two ponies.

"Mothers. Now why is Uncle good with us?" Ask Jalwa. "Maybe you're conscious. Now let's go to bed. Later in the afternoon we walk to the park with Grandpa too." Reply to Jihan so they don't ask questions like that. The two nodded then began to close their eyes in his mother's arms.