The Waiting of Love Ustadz Riza
My heart is here
Jaffan and his younger brother approached Riza who had grown up sitting alone without the company of his beloved wife. "Where's Mom Dad?" The teenager was representing his two brothers. "For the treatment in his room. As usual the beauty doctor and the ladies will come once every two weeks." Riza replied with a sigh. Sultan free. Yak Kan's? No need to go to the clinic. The doctor was invited to the house. The more days his wife Jihan more care, diligent sports and it all makes the woman look the same age as her daughter. Well...If Riza. Miris. He looks old. His hair was also some whitened like a guava sprinkled on the head.
Riza turned her gaze to see the new Jihan coming. The woman's body was so smooth with a soothing, fragrant fragrance. "Why waste your face?" Syndir Jihan while taking children to eat rujak that he brought. "No." Answer Riza briefly. "Why is your father?" Jihan asked but the three shook their heads. "Have the treatment finished?" Riza's question was now looking at Jihan's face which was so radiantly beautiful. His skin was also tight and smooth as it rubbed against his arms. "Yuk eat. Don't gawk." Said Jihan stuffing the crooked piece into her husband's open mouth. "Uhs. Pedes Deck." His complaint. "Eh...Sorry for that." Jihan immediately gave her husband a drink. "Still sore?" Ask the woman to worry. "It's not." Riza replied with a happy smile at the wife's panicked expression.
During the day the figure of a woman was riding her gallant horse while carrying an arrow bow. Riza looked in admiration at his wife but was also very upset. Repeatedly told not to play with the dark horse but Jihan still insisted. Even now the woman carries with her an arrow like in a colossal movie movie. "Mommy's so cool." Said Juma aiming at his mother who was sitting gallantly on the horse back with her camera. "Dad Just look. It's gonna be awesome." Said Jaffan inviting the man to sit down.
Everyone gathered to enjoy the ice fruit made by Riza. "Where's grandfather?" Ask Juma. "Grandfather rests in the room." Replied Jihan drinking ice while in her husband's bribe. "Mothers. Why Mother freed us in choosing education. If you're gonna force us to go to the boarding school." Ask Jaffan. "That mother gives you freedom so that you are comfortable and do not feel depressed. Why to pesantren if the intention in the heart is not there. All that success comes because there is a sincere intention from the heart. Nah. You guys intention alone does not exist then it will be free. But do not be mistaken Mother gives freedom for you. Everything has its limits. You can think about what is good and what is bad. I hope that with this you can be a good child and live a life full of affection like Mother before. So please take care of Mom's trust. Please be the child responsible for maintaining trust." Jihan's words moved them. "We'll keep Mom's trust." The three answered while hugging Jihan. Riza's smile was right in the first place She forced the children to go to the cottage. But his wife gave understanding and Riza agreed with what was the choice of his three daughters.
Riza placed her head on the lap of the wife. "Why hm?" Ask the woman while gently rubbing her husband's head. "You're rich the same age as a child." Answer it while pouting. "Then people think I'm your father." Continue Riza. "Heh. He said he likes young people the same. Eat it on a sugar baby. You are in love with the young, complaining." Jihan Protest. "Not complaining deck. Insecure I have it." The answer. Jihan smiled. "You run where you go. My heart is already here. Don't you worry." The woman smilingly pointed at Riza's chest then kissed her husband's forehead gently. The man's heart warmed. He was happy in his old age to be loved like this. Despite having many choices, Jihan remains faithful to accompany him.
