The Waiting of Love Ustadz Riza

I'm Not Involved

Today Jihan and the others went around giving out alms."Don't bring. You're not strong." Reproof Jihan. "Strong Mom." Answer Jaffan lifted the cloth bag containing the sembako keteteran. "Let me take it." He approached his son to help the handsome.

Jihan holding her son's hand approached the rickshawman who was resting. "Excuse me sir." The woman was friendly. "This is a little sustenance from us hopefully useful." The middle-aged man smiled. "Thank You Ma'am. May his recovery be smooth and given the health of the family." Jihan nodded while smiling. He invited his son to kiss the hands of the enterprising man who made his living to say goodbye. "May the father also always be healthy and poured out sustenance." Said Jihan before leaving.

"Mothers. Why kiss the father's hand?" Ask Jaffan. "He's a dear old man. As a courtesy we should kiss his hand. Do not distinguish between people's status. Poor rich is the same. The difference is the character. Man will be glorious with God when he does good in life. The treasure is just a deposit. God can take it anytime." Jihan said to her son. The handsome boy nodded then hugged the mother.

"Where the hell are you Dek? Jalwa nangis search for you." Said Riza approaching his wife. "Sorry Honey. Mother and sister were there." He hugged his daughter. "Everything done?" Ask Mark to come. "It has. Let's go home." Invite Riza to fear that his pregnant wife is exhausted. Jihan shouldn't have come along like this but the woman insisted on coming along. "Don't go home first. Buy a pumpkin to make ice." The word Jihan made them stare in wonder. "Are you sure Dek wants to make ice from pumpkins?" Riza asked in response to a nod. "What's good about pumpkin being made into ice?" Jaafar pinched his sister's cheek. "Enak. Every ramadan we make." The answer. "Huh? Brother is wrong time. That cantaloupe is not a pumpkin." Mark said it was new. "Yes Deck. That cantaloupe is not a pumpkin." Said Riza. "What's that. Let's buy it first." The man obeyed his wife. He took Jihan's hand to the nearest fruit store.

"This is a big mom." The word Jalwa raised a fairly large cantaloupe. "Not yet matured it. The others." Answer Riza. "Try to choose." Jihan was upset because her husband was aware of sticking while commenting. "Hehehe...Aye." Yeah." The man started to choose some. "This one is fragrant." Said Riza stuffing it into the basket. "You want a deck?" Ask. "Rujak fertilizer. Ambilin five." Jihan's reply made Riza squint. "Why see me like that?" Ask Jihan garang. "No. Don't be so fierce." Said Riza peeked his wife's cheek then immediately rushed to take crackers for the wife. "It's not like it's galvanized." Grunts Jihan.

Arriving at Jihan's house and the others immediately Rest in their respective rooms. The children take a nap with the mother. "Let's sleep. Don't feel hungry just as thirsty." Jihan. "You guys are here." Said Riza just entered the room. "We're gonna take a nap with Mom." Jalwa and Jaffan hugged his mother. "You guys. Got your own room too." Riza was lying next to her son. "Dad why sleep with Mom?" Ask Jaffan. "Because Dad is Mom's Husband. If I don't sleep with Mom, I won't be able to do it for you. Can't make a baby's grandpa." Riza's reply made his wife stare at the man. If this has been confirmed his son who kepo it will ask further. "Basic mouth." Mumbles Jihan. "Make Adek? How's Dad?" Tanya Jalwa was curious to make Riza drunk. "Sir." He asked for help. "I'm not following along." Jihan closed her eyes. "Secret." Answer Riza. "We asked Mark." The man nodded quickly. "Don't. You guys are little and you can't know. Now sleep. I'll be disturbed if you don't sleep." Jaffan and Jalwa nodded then re-hugged his mother.

Night Days.

Wes didn't fertilizer my winihe katresnan, your kango

Dungoku tuku lemu urip ayem kanggo senengmu

I percoyo winih tresnamu, nandes mancep ing ati me

Opo less leh I understand because of you

Nek kangen talking kangen, rasah ae exchange

Mbok in eman eman rapporte

Uwong sing no tresnani, no gawe backrest ati

Mbok ojo satru satru ae my dear

Jajal rasah percoyo nek trimo ko njobo news

I'm kerjo, nguripimu nggo makmurne atimu......

Mark and Jihan both play Piano in the family room performing Javanese songs that they know for days. Although not so eloquent but the sound of both is very melodious. The boisterous applause from some as loyal spectators. "Do you know what that means?" Ask Riza. "No idea. Don't wanna know. If you want to know search the internet there." Reply Jihan was smart as usual making Riza pout. He wants to explain occasionally. As a native Javanese, of course, he knows the meaning of the song.

Jihan sat down with them enjoying the bought crackers earlier. "It's sambel pecel enek lo. But there's no spice yet." Said Papa. "Sambel pecel?" Jihan asked. "Yes. Next time you bring me." The man rubbed Jihan's head gently. "Medes." Jalwa said he drank water. "There are those who don't use sambel dear. I'm open." Said Jihan grabbing the crackers in front of her. "It's not spicy." Said the little girl.

Papa sighed imagining being his daughter. Everything spoiled. Jihan has to serve this it's in a pregnant condition like this. Very inconvenient for sure. But the tough lady never complained. "What is the third day?" Ask Mark. "It's customary Om. When we sleep, we are not hungry." Answer Jaffan. "Mothers. Want some ice?" Ask Jalwa. "still. Let's go get it." Said Jihan. "Let me just Deck." Riza rushed away because she did not want her wife to stand up from her comfortable seat.