The Waiting of Love Ustadz Riza

Will Not Hurt Again

Riza walked quickly into the house. The man just came home from college. The atmosphere looked quiet as it was already 12 p.m. Maybe everyone is asleep.

The door to the room is open. Riza entered slowly. He found that his wife had fallen asleep with her eyes moist to make him feel guilty. The man sat beside Jihan while gently stroking the woman's face. He kissed his wife on the forehead and rushed off to change his clothes.

At 3 p.m. Jihan woke up feeling the heat on her body. The woman put away her Husband's arm then tilted her body facing Riza. Jihan stroked the man's cheek gently. He shed tears and then quickly wiped them. Before leaving, Jihan gives a soft kiss on her husband's forehead.

Jihan is back. He placed a feverish plaster on the husband's forehead. "Mr..." The man squirmed. "Sir." His call. "Sleep again. Before that take the medicine first so that the heat quickly goes down." Jihan took a glass of water and medicine and gave it to her husband. "Thank you." Said Riza.

In the morning everyone gathered for breakfast. "Which pizza?" Ask Papa. "Body's hot. Still sleeping Pa. He won't come in." Reply Jihan while preparing a meal then put it on the tray. "I'll take breakfast first." Pamit the woman is leaving.

"Why bring it here. I can go down by myself for breakfast." Riza hurried over to his wife who was carrying a tray. "It's okay. Eat it." Riza put the tray on the table. The man hugged his wife who was about to leave again. "Boat." Jihan nodded then immediately sat down followed by her husband. Jihan begins to feed Riza. Both of them are equally silent no one speaks up. "Have you had breakfast?" Riza asked in the rug. "Breakfast then. We eat both." Her speech. "I'll eat later." Reply Jihan briefly continued her feed.

"Don't run away and fall." Jihan said she saw the children were chasing. "Papa's going to the plantation first." Pamphitt. "Are you better than Za?" The man asked to see his son-in-law following his wife. They can make sure their relationship is improving. "Alhamdulillah has Pa." Riza replied with a smile putting away her own face these days. "Hm. Mercifully. Papa's leaving." Her speech. Jihan and Riza deliver all the way to the front. "We're talking to Pa." The woman said as she walked down the stairs. "Papa can still drive far. Just going to the farm is not a problem. What are you bringing?" Ask. "Bare Papa. What anything can be. I have to go home later." He was immediately answered by nodding. "Papa's leaving." The middle-aged man boarded his car after gently peeping Jihan's forehead. Riza took his wife's hand to be invited back in after her in-laws left.

"Mother." Jalwa laughed as she ran to hug her mother. "Why hm?" Ask Jihan. "You're escrim." He answered while looking up at the beautiful face of the mother. "Yes. I'll get it." The answer. "Let's just. You sit on the deck." Jihan just nodded then immediately sat on the sofa with the children.

Riza came back to them. The man was carrying a large ice cream box with three spoons. "It." He said sit down to join. "You just sleep. Let me accompany the kids." The man nodded and then smiled. Sorry from the wife to make her body heal instantly. "This is where accompany you and the children." The answer. "I can eat by myself." Said Jihan when Riza. "Mas bribe." Said Riza and his wife could only obey. The man's heart warmed. Everyone was relieved that their happiness had returned. In his heart he promised never to hurt his wife again.

In the afternoon, everyone gathered in the back garden. They ate the fruit that Papa brought from the garden. Mark took a breath. If it's stuck this way he knows Riza and his sister have made up. "Pick it up." Said the man so attentive. He took the fruit and then peeled and fed it to the wife. "Sir Riza is really sick or lying?" Ask Mark. "It really hurts Mark. Just ask my wife." Jihan shrugged her shoulders not wanting to help her husband. "I'm really sick of the Deck." Said the man peeping at his wife's cheek. "Don't kiss me." Jihan's annoyance pushed Riza away. "Sukurin." Mark said meledek.