The Waiting of Love Ustadz Riza

Caution Jaafar

Riza is about to wake up for tahajud prayers. The man felt his wife's body hot. "Sir. You're hot." He said while sticking a palm on the woman's forehead. "Well. This rash rash is also Deck." He panicked to see his wife's neck red. "We're going to the hospital." Said Riza. "Ummm....Don't want to." He answered with his eyes still closed. "Mas pray for a moment. Come back again." Her mouth peeped at Jihan's forehead before leaving.

In the morning everyone was gathered in Jihan's room. "No need to call the doctor." The woman's words suddenly made Riza frown. " Jihan's words made her husband understand in wonder."Your body's still hot on the Deck." Riza was worried. "Males Ah's. Taking medicine later will also heal." Said Jihan. "No. Call Doctor Za. Don't beat your wife." Firmly Papa was directly in his daughter-in-law's nod.

A few minutes later the doctor came along with Jaafar as well. The woman checked Jihan's condition. "How's Doc?" Jaafar spoke up first. "Ordinary fever only. If the rash on the skin just seems to be irritation." The doctor explained. "This is the prescription. Excuse me yes. May it heal soon." Flirt with a smile. "She doc, thank you so much." Answer Them.

"Mother." Jalwa and Jaffan approached his mother. "Have you taken a shower?" Ask. "It has. Mom can be sick. Don't be sick." The two hugged Jihan who was sitting leaning against the headboard of the bed. "Hm. Ja. Come on ready ready. I help you." They're slow-moving. "Mother rest just let it heal quickly. We can wear our own clothes. Nani we're here again for breakfast." Jaffan kissed his mother's cheek followed by his sister and then passed away.

"Aren't you teaching me?" Jihan asked while being bribed by Riza. "Let's go a little bad." The answer. "Children will let me go with me brother." Mark and Jihan just nodded.

Riza is preparing. "Wear my deck." Say it while sitting on the bed. Jihan nodded. The woman put down her phone and then started tying her husband's tie. "It hurts?" Tanya Riza rubbed the rash on his wife's neck. "So you've asked me how many times?" The answer. "Either. I forgot myself." Jihan sighed at the reply of the man in front of her. "It has. There leave. It'll be bad luck." Riza nodded then hugged his wife. He kissed Jihan's face not too late. "Mas to leave first Dek. Dear. You are healing quickly. Or what to bring?" Ask but Jihan shakes. "Well, if there's anything. Assalamualaikum." The man kissed his wife again. "Getishalight." Answer Jihan.

Jaafar entered his sister's room. "Wouldn't work?" Ask Jihan. "No. Brother here accompany you. The others have all left." Answer while sitting in bed. "No need. Your brother wants to work, work." Said Jihan. "No. Lazy again." The young man threw himself in bed. "So why aren't you married?" Ask Jihan. "Actually already. Brother in a match with a friend's son Dad. We divorced a year later because....He's back at his ex-girlfriend." Jaafar made his sister surprised. Be married? Even Jihan doesn't know. "It's so sorry." Mumbled. "No need to pity my sister. You are the one who suffers the most. Brother, I'm sorry." His words clasped and kissed Jihan's hand. "I'm sorry." she replied. "Thank you. Thank you for forgiving my sister. Your heart is so glorious Dek." Jaafar shed haru tears.

"Where are you going?" Jaafar asked to see his sister coming down the stairs. "You take a drink." Answer Jihan. "Stop there. Back to the room. Let brother get it." Her speech. "Back deck. Or a big brother." Jaafar continued because he still saw Jihan standing there. "Yes." Yeah." The woman replied and then immediately went back to the room.

Jaafar went back to his room and gave him a drink of fruit as well. He then massaged Jihan's feet slowly. "Not to be in the foot." Resist. "Silent. You're a sick saucer." Jaafar sok tau said. "Key understand." His murmur let the man do as he pleased.