The Waiting of Love Ustadz Riza
My Way of Crying
Jihan folds her face after finishing morning prayers congregate with others. "You if you are still sleepy just sleep again. I'll wake up when it's time for breakfast." Said the Woman. "Yes, Mother." Answer both obediently. Riza turned around then shook hands with the others. His heart was pinched to find that his wife was no longer there.
"Mbak Jihan's. Entering the kitchen. Just healed. Let Auntie cook the breakfast." Jihan shook her head with a smile then immediately took out the groceries from the refrigerator. "What do you want to eat breakfast on this morning?" Ask Aunty. "Papa from yesterday wanted Sop bacon Bi. We make that all. Others would agree." Answer Jihan. "You're here Dek. Just healed up already cooking." Jaafar approached his sister. "It's cured eating it cook." The answer.
Riza went back to the room. His work clothes are ready in bed. Of course his wife prepared. Although Jihan was silent, she did not forget her duties as a wife.
Everyone gathered at the dinner table. Jihan put on her husband's tie as usual then prepared a meal for Riza and the others as well. "Oh. I forgot to get you some milk on the deck. I made it but forgot to bring it here." Riza. "I had a morning drink." Reply Jihan briefly then ate her breakfast followed by another.
Everything has gone. Only Jihan, Riza and the children are still in the dining room. "I'm leaving on Deck." Her speech. Jihan nodded then kissed the man's hand. "Dad left first." His interest in the twins. "Yes Well." Answer the two kiss Riza's hand in turn. "Assalamualaik." Riza kissed his wife's forehead and rubbed the child's head in turn. "Getishalight." Answer Them.
Jihan was accompanying the children watching TV in the family room. "Mom still sick?" Ask Jaffan. "No dear. Mom's healed. I was cooking." He answered while rubbing the child's head gently. "Daddy hurt Mom." Lirih Jalwa's. "Darling you didn't.." Not yet had time to continue the words Jihan had been cut with her son. "Mom doesn't have to hide it. We hear ourselves. That night Dad slammed things while yelling at Mom loudly." Jalwa said firmly. "Dad hurt Mom." And then again, hugging his mother.
On the way home Riza accidentally saw his wife's car. The man turned around and followed where Jihan was going. "Where is he going?" Riza muttered continuously following the luxury car that was traveling at that medium speed.
A long time ago the car finally stopped at a ceramic craft shop. Jihan looks down while carrying a paper bag. "That's the ceramic I broke. He even drove himself to fix it." Riza cursed her stupidity that had made Jihan's heart hurt. A few moments later Jihan was seen coming out. The woman drove her car to a car wash with a Drive thru system not far from there.
Jihan's car started to go inside to do the washing process. The woman was crying loudly inside. He ignited all the disappointment he felt. Jihan came here just to hide her crying. This is how he cries. If in a place like this no one hears and sees how fragile he is. The husband He fought for even He was willing to set aside his ideals in youth because he was married. He buried his dream because it contained the fruit of their love and wanted to focus on being a good mother and wife. She was handicapped for life to save her husband. Jihan has been trying to die a good death, and better yet to keep up with her husband. Even she often stayed up late when her husband was asleep to just learn the law so as not to embarrass her husband when asked by nosy people. She protects her husband from people who insult Riza because of their contrasting social status differences. Riza's simple man Jihan accepted it. Doesn't matter. He is not indifferent because he is not affectionate and not in love. But he wanted to keep his distance to improve himself first. To be worthy of her sholeh husband. The word cheating yesterday took Jihan by storm. It turns out everything was in vain. It is true what is said. There is no human being who does not hurt. Same everything.
Riza chased after his wife who entered the house first. "Sir." Call the man while blocking the wife's hand. Riza looked at his wife's eyes, which were so swollen with a flushed nose, indicating that she had been crying for a long time. "You're crying Deck?" Ask. "Mother." Jalwa approached his mother. "Dear." Jihan let go of the husband's hand. "Mom brought me a honey donut. Let's eat with Brother." He said, holding the little girl's hand. Riza shed tears observing the departure of his wife. He hurt Jihan so deeply. He had never seen such a sad wife before.
