The Waiting of Love Ustadz Riza

Ustadz Galak

Jihan was feeding her children while chatting with the Papa. "Mothers. Make that round lo. Delicious." Jalwa said after swallowing the rice in his mouth. "What the hell is round, baby? What is clear dong." Jihan answered making her Papa smile. "That green round is your mother. Jalwa's friend brought him to school. Jalwa di kasih's. It tastes good." The woman was confused for her son. "Do you know Pa?" Ask but only answer the ring. "You'll know Papa's a newcomer." He chuckled to see his daughter confused. "Let's just ask Dad when we get home." Disconnecting.

Riza just got home around 2 p.m. "Assalamualaik." He said entering the house. "Getishalight." Reply Jihan approached her husband and then kissed the man's hand. "Mark hasn't come home yet?" Ask. "Yet. Still teaching him." Riza answered, took his wife to sit down and kissed her face. "Sleeping child?" He asked while laying his head on his wife's lap. "Yes. Just slept. It was a food storm." Replied Jihan while stomping on her husband's arm. "Why is there a fuss about food?" Riza asked with a small laugh. "That's lo Mas. He said Jalwa wanted rich food to have friends. Eat it tell me to make it. Said he was a round Ijo color. He said it was. I don't understand. I asked you to come home. What is food anyway?" Riza shakes. The man turned around and drowned his head in the wife's flat stomach. "Not knowing either. We'll ask." The answer.

Riza sighed. It turned out that his daughter wanted a phone after being asked the detailed characteristics of the food in question. "This is the recipe for Deck." Said Riza gave her phone to the wife. "Wear yam, pandan leaves, brown sugar, grated coconut with glutinous flour. If sugar is the same. This purchase must be on the market. Mas. Is there a market at this hour open?" Ask Jihan. "There was. It can't be tomorrow, can it?" The woman nodded in response to her husband. "The boy from home was already whining. Let's go now." Take him while stepping away.

They have arrived at the market. "Wear this Deck." Said Riza putting a mask on his wife. "Make what the hell. Not good to know." Jihan Protest. "There are many men. I don't want your face to see anyone else." Said Riza. "Ih..I knew I had a son with a husband. Who wants to seduce." Saddened Jihan was about to take off her mask but was immediately prevented by the man. "If not according not down. We're going home again." Rigorously. "Ustad fierce." Sadness Jihan could only comply with forcefully.

After dinner everyone gathered in the living room. Children and others are so engrossed in eating kelpon made by Jihan who adopted from recipes on the internet. "Enak. Often make a sis." Mark said with his mouth full. "Yes Deck. Make often." Jaafar agreed. He came this afternoon and will stay today. "As long as there are materials I make." Answer Jihan. "Let me just Deck. Your hand will get rubbed. You've never eaten this." Said Riza taking jackfruit meat for his wife and then feeding it to the woman. "Enak. What was his name?" Ask Jihan while chewing. "Numbers." Riza replied with a smile looking at his wife's expression.

Jihan approached her husband who was still busy washing his hands in the kitchen because of the sap. "Not told you yet?"Riza shook her head then gave the cooking oil to her hand. "Here I help." He reddened the man's hand and began rubbing it. "Eh...Slowly gone." Jihan was amazed to make Riza kiss the tiny lips that were gawking it several times. "Like to get a chance." Said Jihan staring at her husband. "Say people should make the best use of the deck's opportunities." The man replied while chuckling. "Are you fat, huh, Mas?" Tanya Jihan arrived. "Yes. You keep good masakin. Where can I refuse. I never exercise either." Honest answer. "Yes sports there. In the other house there's a gym." Jihan gave advice. "Where to Deck." Riza reasoned to make his wife sigh. "Somewhere if you want. Rather than sticking to the same I'm mending sport." Riza smiled. "That night was also a sport lo Dek. All worship even. It's gonna be another night." Riza's words made Jihan turn her eyes. Every day that guy always works on it without pause and now..... It is true that the wife is a field for her husband. But this outrageous ustadz didn't give him a day off. "Basic bawdy. Not connecting." Said Jihan hurriedly washing her hands then leaving the man.