The Waiting of Love Ustadz Riza
One quarter Drunk
At exactly one night Jihan knocked on the door of Meta's rented house. He breathed a few times because he was not open. "Night of night like this. Where'd you come from?" tanya Meta was worried about immediately pulling the girl's hand to get inside. "Find me something. It's all closed." The answer is unclear. "Are you drunk?" The question helped open the jacket that already smelled of alcohol. He knew that Jihan was a quarter unconscious. Fortunately, nothing happened on the way here. "Write first. I'm getting water ready." The woman rushed to the bathroom after giving Jihan some mineral water to drink.
Meta dries out the hair of Jihan who is eating instant noodles voraciously. The girl realized that she was whining for food. Rather than cooking and being a plumbing ingredient. Making them noodles is the right way. "Taste you good tumbens. Or is my tongue so abnormal after drinking?" He asked and then continued eating. "Whatever you say. That's instant noodles. The roof's set." Answer Meta. "Go to sleep. I'm going to bed. Tomorrow I have to work. If it's too late, I'll get my boss's grumpy nagging." He continued insinuating but Jihan did not care.
On the other hand Riza finished performing the evening prayer. He prayed for his wife to be protected and be well out there. "You who turn your heart back, O Allah. Tear the heart of the servant's wife. Make our relationship like a marriage in general so that we can achieve your ridhom. Amen." Riza felt a little calm after conveying her grievance to the creator.
Morning Day.
"Are you right not to take a shower?" Meta asked entering the car with his daughter. "Why do you still ask. I'll take a shower at home. Can't sleep until 3 o'clock. I will go to sleep again. Loss on a shower. Wake up in the shower again." Reply to Jihan while driving her car. "Basic. Slutty." Said the woman while turning her face away.
At Jihan's house.
A few minutes in the kitchen Jihan approached her husband in the dining room carrying a tray. "Eat." He said he was serving a plate of honey pancakes with pieces of fruit. "You don't eat?" Jihan shook her head. "I ate outside." The answer immediately rushed away.
Riza smiled to see his wife had fallen asleep on the sofa. He kissed Jihan's forehead slowly and continued onto her seductive soft little lips. "I'm leaving, honey. Assalamualaikum." Lirihannya.
"Sir Riza." Call a 20-year-old who is a fellow lecturer. The girl in the hood smiled as she approached Riza who had just gotten out of the car. Riza simply nodded while smiling thinly in response. The two are often betrothed by students and lecturers make Riza uncomfortable for fear that there will be slander. "I'm first, Mom." The pamphlets are leaving immediately. "Wait for you sir." Zahra held Riza's hand. "Ah sorry." He said he felt guilty and let go immediately. "What's wrong, ma'am?" Ask Riza slowly. "Today can we not finish our work that was delayed?" The question only gets a nod. "We're working in the park near the cafe, sir. There's a gazebo." Said Zahra and again Riza just nodded.
On the other hand Jihan who was still sleeping had to be distracted with her conscious phone vibrating. "Um..What's the boy?" He asked in a hoarse and lazy voice. "Sister said he'd pick you up. Why come here yourself." He hurried to sit down. "Hm. Ja. Waita minute. Take a shower first." The answer after that immediately ended the call. Jihan slid her feet lazily up the stairs. His intention of wanting to sleep until noon had to be delayed because..If you meet Jihan really will pull the ears of the troublemaker until it breaks.
