The Waiting of Love Ustadz Riza

Bucin From A Long Time

Today Jihan is in Jogja at her husband's house. Papa didn't come because he wasn't strong for long trips. So Jihan's husband and three children only. "Dad. Install AC dong let us if it's not hot here." Juma's Proposal. "No. There are fans in every room. We come here rarely. Don't install any AC." The man answered while carrying goods into the house followed by his son.

Everyone gathered in the living room for lunch together. Jihan has brought side dishes to stay in warm and cook rice only. "Mothers. Ask for the pickle again." Said Jaffan thrusting his plate. "But yes you eat pickles." Said the woman while picking up pickles for her son. "Enak. Asem seger's." Answer with a smile. "The market that afternoon is still there, right? Shop later." Riza nodded in response to his wife. "You're home." Everything compact shook his head. "No, not Dad. We're coming with." Answer Juma. "Yes Well. We're coming with." Jalwa supports her sister. "Just a second. You guys are." Riza complained about the behavior of her children who did not want to be far from the mother.

Riza sighed seeing that his wife and children were already fast asleep on the carpet. He stayed for a while to close the front fence. "Where should I be?" The man muttered because there was not enough space. Riza had to give up. The man was sleeping on the sofa not far from there. The more mature they are not at all changed. Stay the same and want to be close to her mother.

In the afternoon, Jihan and her family arrived at the market. "What are you trying to do?" Ask the woman when she gets out of the car. "Fried chicken Mom. Same good sambel." Jaffan. "The others?" Jihan asked the opinions of those who had not answered. "Sayur asem aja ma'am." Answer Jalwa. "If you want a chicken rica rica aja Bu." The youngest replied. "If you are?" Ask Jihan. "Sweet kale wrap." Answer with a smile. "Yes Deh. Let's find the material." Take Jihan to step up and follow them all.

Arriving at home Jihan went straight to the kitchen with her daughter while Riza with the others still picked mangoes in front of the house. "Mothers. The chicken's been washed." Jalwa. "alright. At the marinas. The roof remember?" Ask Jihan. "Remember Mom. Enterin coriander powder, turmeric powder, salt, garlic powder equal to five tablespoons of water in stirring continuously let stand." Answer Jalwa. "Gee... Pinter son Mother. But if you want the chicken soft. Let's steam it for a while, let the roof sink in. After that it's fried." Jalwa nodded then immediately carried out instructions from his mother. "Mother." Call Jalwa. "Yes." Yeah." The woman was still focused on cutting vegetables. "Why did you want to marry Dad? My father is far above my mother. What about Mom and Dad? I never told you about it." Ask Jalwa. "Mom and Dad used to be married. All because of the agreement letter from the late Father Father with Father Mother. At first Mom refused until they manipulated the letter and told her it was from Grandma. Finally I agreed and married my father. Our relationship was difficult at the beginning. But as time goes on it improves and Alhamdulillah can face all the tests to last until now." Jihan replied with a small laugh remembering the ones that had passed. "From not having children Dad is so bucin, Mom?" Jihan nodded. "Get older but worse. Processive severe. I just want to go to the state until I can't. Your father is too much." Answer it while pouting. "Maclum is Mom. She still looks very young. It's only natural that you were was, jealous or limiting Mom. Where willing Dad let others enjoy his wife's beautiful face. I am so because I love Mom so much. Oh...My friend just said she said she was my twin brother because our faces were similar. If you think it's true, ma'am. Mother, I, Brother Jaffan, and Juma are like brothers." Jalwa said while chuckling.

Riza brought the mangoes she had picked into the house with her two sons. "Is there something that Mateng isn't?" Tanya Jihan approached them. "There's Mom." Answer Jaffan. "Mother's peeling." He said he was going back to the kitchen. "Let Jalwa get me a knife and a plate. I'll just sit down." The girl rushed to the kitchen.

Jihan peeling mango in help Jalwa. "Sir." Call Riza. "Yes." Yeah." Reply Jihan cut the mango and put it in a dish. Jihan looked up at her silent husband. "What the hell are you talking about?" Ask the Woman. "Cuman call me." Riza replied with a smile. Jihan shook her head at her husband's unclear behavior.