The Waiting of Love Ustadz Riza
Be More Possessive
"Let's go." Said Jihan while holding the hands of her two children. He and his husband will take Jaffan haircut all the way mupung road holiday. "Papa does Mark want to nitip what?" Ask the Woman. "What a hell. What matters is how good we eat. Isn't it Pa?" The young man asked, nudging his Papa's arm. "Yes. What is it." Answer Papa agrees. "We go first. Assalamualaikum." Said Jihan and Husband kissing Papa's hand followed by his two children. "Vaalaikumsalam. Take care." Message them while driving forward.
Just a few minutes Jihan and Riza left Jaafar came. "Where to? How lonely?" Ask the man to join in. "Again between Jaffan haircuts all the way." Mark replied directly to the nod. "Fars. It's not that Om interfered. You really don't want to stay with your Father and Mother? They keep urging Jihan to stay there." Papa. "I don't want Om. I don't have me the same. Back when Jena was around I wasn't considered. What is it for his daughter. I know for myself where it feels. I don't want to live in a house that even makes us fuss later. About Adek. Actually I've told them many times. But I don't know." He said while raising both shoulders.
Jihan, her husband and two children are now in the barbershop. The woman accompanied her son who had a haircut. My husband also followed. Riza said her hair was too long and sometimes even pierced her eyes. According to Jihan, it is not. Either true or not, but Jihan is. Likes to like him. "It's all." Said Jihan. "Mother's son's more handsome." Continue while rubbing Jaffan's cheek. "Wouldn't he?" Riza's question made the Barber who was serving her hold back a laugh. "Neither to be narcissistic." Said Jihan passing away going to the cashier to pay.
Jihan held her two children's hands together to go around. "What do you want?" Ask. "Eskrim." Answer the two boys in a compact manner. Jihan nodded then immediately invited them to buy the ice cream.
Arriving at the house Jihan immediately invited the children in followed by her husband. "Sir." Jaafar immediately hugged Jihan and her nephew took turns. "No need to hug. Habits." He sat down to join Papa and Mark. "Same sister herself so." Jaafar's murmur made Riza want to laugh but be held back as much as possible. "Let's eat. This was buying the same pizza. Oh there's fries like cheese burgers too." Said Jihan opening one by one her luggage. "Zp. Your wife is allowed to eat junk food anyway." Papa Tegur. "Where is Pa. Rather than whining there mending in is it. Occasional Pa." Riza replied while chuckling. Jihan didn't care she started eating her burger. "Where's the sauce?" Ask the woman while she is crying. "This. But you can't." Riza. "Kok that?" Ask Jihan. "So you promised me you wouldn't eat the sauce." The man reminded the wife of making Jihan pout.
Riza approached his wife who was sitting in front of the dressing table while cleaning her face. It's not making up. Jihan only uses moisturizers and suscreen from doctors to protect her sensitive skin. However, dust and dirt that stick when traveling still must be cleaned. "Why?" The woman asked as her husband sat down and hugged her spoiled. "No papa. Just wanted a hug on the Dek." The answer. Jihan threw her cotton in the trash. The woman rubbed her husband's hair and gently kissed the man's forehead. "The ashar time. Ready to be there." His words removed Riza's head and helped the man stand up. Jihan hugged and on her tiptoes kissed Riza's lips making her husband smile happily. "Too fast Deck." His words immediately kissed his wife's lips greedily. "Awas later kebablas not so go." Jihan commemorates when their pangutan is released.
