The Waiting of Love Ustadz Riza

Juma

Years pass so quickly. Everything went well. Jihan's household is fine too. The woman patiently faced her spoiled son and husband. Only a small family lives Jihan, Papa and Mark. Jaafar was married two years ago to an acquaintance from a boarding school. Just now his brother was having a thanksgiving event because his wife was pregnant. Jafar did not stop thanking Jihan because the herbal medicine and support that was always given resulted from the effort. Jaafar lives with Mom and Dad. Although Mark. The young man was still pursuing his slightly complicated love. The girl he liked from the common people made the contrasting social status differences between them a hindrance.

"Mas." Zulfa stops at the footing of Mark's sister's luxury home. He was aware of an ordinary person who could not possibly be with a wealthy family like this. "Let's go in." Mark said convincingly. "My brother's a good guy. Don't be afraid." He smiled, making Zulfa nod and then step back to follow Mark.

Entering the house like a palace. All the furniture looks luxurious and elegant. The living room alone was the size of his house that was so spacious. Zulfa continued to follow Mark until he reached the front of a large door that was then wide open. Sayup sounds like a woman is stalking someone.

"Assalamualaik." Mark entered the living room followed by Zulfa behind him. "Getishalight." Answer those who are gathered. "Sister. This is the Zulfa I told you about." Said Mark. The girl smiled back at Jihan's smile. "Zulfa. Pleased to know you. Let's sit down." Pull the girl's hand to sit together. That's exactly what Mark said. His brother was friendly and kind.

"Mother." Kluh Jalwa approached his mother who was busy chatting. "Hm. What's up, honey?" The woman asked while rubbing her son's cheek. "Juma naughty. He's scraped all my books." Annoyed while pouting. "Juma again." Mark shook his head with the behavior of the youngest who always act. If this is the case then Jihan can cope. "Call your sister here." He immediately got a nod.

Juma stood in front of his mother while bowing his head. "Sorry Mother." Sluggishly. "What's wrong?" Ask Jihan. "Drawing sister's book." The boy was crumbling his fingers. "I'm sorry for my sister." Firm Jihan. "Sorry brother." Juna kisses the hand then hugs Jalwa. "You were not in the same law you would have repeated. What punishment is appropriate this time?" Ask Jihan while thinking. Juma accepted because he was wrong. "Read Asmaul Husna 3 times." Jihan's orders. "Yes, Mother." The answer then hugged my mother. "Next time don't be naughty anymore." He kissed and hugged his son. "Yes, Mother." Juma immediately carried out the punishment from his mother. Zulfa smiled in the way Jihan educated her son who was so amazing. Mark also often tells his brother. Right what he said. Jihan is very kind, friendly and firm at one time.

Everyone had lunch together. "Tasting my brother is good, right?" Ask Mark. "Very good." Answer Zulfa honestly. "Sir. Later tonight accompany me yes." Said Riza. "Where?" Ask Jihan. "Haircut. It's been a long time." The woman nodded in agreement to her husband's request. "Ep...Zulfa. Where do you work in a boutique?" Ask Papa. "In Sabela Om's boutique." The answer. "Oh. That's my subscription. How we never met." Jihan said. "Have seen my sister a few times. But say hello." Answer Zulfa. "Hey...No need to be confused. My brother's this bar guy." Mark's words made Riza laugh. "Not really brother. It's already calm." He continued because he got a sharp look from Jihan. "Mothers. Tomorrow Jaffan and Jalwa have a show at the school. So you came, right?" Ask the teenager. "So dong darling. I promised." Reply Jihan with a smile. Zulfa was so happy to feel the warmth of heaven. Although I just met but it feels very close and comfortable. Understandably from a small life in an orphanage makes him unable to feel what it is togetherness with family.