The Waiting of Love Ustadz Riza

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Jihan held the hand of her son who walked lazily towards the dining room. They will have breakfast then leave for the boarding house. "Let's have breakfast first. Today I cooked well." Papa Jihan said to comfort his granddaughter. "Yes cake." Answer the two sitting flanking Jihan. Riza sighed. Want not to be already gone. This can also be an experience for both.

"We're leaving first, Grandpa. Om." Jaffan and Jalwa hug Mark and Papa alternately. "Yes. Learn well." The twins nodded then immediately got into the car. "We're leaving first Pa. Assalamualaikum." Jihan and Riza kissed the middle-aged man's hand. "Vaalaikumsalam. Take care." Mark and Papa. They waited until the car came out of the yard. "Severe dramatic. Want to go for five days just so sad." Mark shook his head. "Saking love with his mother. Papa understands their feelings." Papa Sahut. "God this brother of yours makes the house tired." Said Papa up the stairs. "Former athletes of that time." Mark quipped. "First. Now it's not." His sewot then stepped even faster leaving the young man behind him.

Riza really played the role of a driver. He was driving in front while his wife and children were warmly hugging in the back. "Mother's nose is still red. It doesn't heal." Said Jalwa touching his mother's nose. "Yes Dear. You can no longer take medication. So he healed a little long." Answer Jihan.

I don't think they've arrived. Riza's car stopped in the courtyard of a sizable boarding school. Jihan came down with her son. "Ustadz Riza." Sapa The middle-aged man from the cottage approached them. "Assalamualaik." Her speech. "Getishalight." Reply Riza and the Wife. "This is his wife ustadz. Long time no see." Jihan smiled as she nodded. "Children go to the cottage?" Friendly ask. "Yes grandfather." Reply both. "Let me take it." Riza nodded then invited his wife to follow. "His eyes can't see what a beautiful person. This is a man's wife. The mask is still on." Gerutu Riza realized Jihan became the center of attention of the young santriwan and ustadz.

Jihan finished taking Jaffan to the boys' dormitory now her turn to take her little daughter to the girls' dormitory. "Mother." Same as her sister did. Jalwa looked at her mother while holding back tears. "Just five days, baby." Jehan crouched hugging and kissing her son. It is also the same as not the heart but as much as possible should be rigid. "Later, I'm going to look up a lot, right?" Ask Jalwa. Jihan nodded then let her daughter join the other friend's friends in the intermin by the ustadzah.

Jihan and Riza were sitting together after the dhuhur prayer at the mosque. "Drink first." Riza opened a bottle of mineral water and gave it to his wife. "Wear the mask keeps stuffy Mas. I'll open it." Her speech. Riza let it go even though she did not want to expose her face. But rather than Jehan being uncomfortable he chose to let.

Finished saying goodbye Riza immediately invited his wife to go home. The man did not release his hand from his wife along the way to the parking lot. "Ustad. Assalamualaikum." Call a santriwan to approach Riza. "Getishalight." Answer the Man. "This is a deposit for ustadz's wife." He said, handing over a few boxes. "From who?" Tanya Jihan accepted it. "Not knowing Brother. If so, excuse me, Assalamualaikum." Jihan nodded with a smile. "Getishalight." Mumbled. "Open the Deck." Riza. "Let's just stay home." Reply Jihan rushed into the car. "Based on secret fans. Who would dare to dare. Don't see what her husband is here?" Grumpy Riza while getting in the car.