The Waiting of Love Ustadz Riza
Many Children Have Problems
"Come on." Said Jihan approaching her husband who was waiting in the living room. "Where are you going?" Ask Juma. "You're out for a minute buying a cracker. You're home." Answer Jihan. "Follow." Whimpering. "Just a second. Just a few minutes to come. Mending followed brother behind the same Grandpa." Juma kept shaking. "Follow Well." The boy said he was holding his mother's hand. "Already let. Let's go now." Riza sighed. The man followed his wife who had walked first.
Just ten minutes away, Jihan arrived at the nearest fruit market. "You. It's been big keep going with Mom. Love Daddy and Mom dating dong." Riza complains because Juma always holds his mother's hand. "Dad was married to my mother." The answer. "How do you understand." Riza. "Don't keep arguing with you. Let's buy it later brother findin us." Jihan approached one of the fruit sellers. The woman took some crunch crackers and onion crackers. "Oh there's tempe chips. I want this." Riza nodded with a smile. "Take it." The answer. "The peanut patch that aunt made is still there. Make a good pecel rice." Said Jihan. "Mothers. Buy it dong." Pinta Juma's. "Yes. Tell me which one to choose. I don't really understand." The answer. "yeah. Pick dong." Riza nodded then towards the watermelon mound that was near her son.
While on the way to the car, Jihan's eyes are attracted to one merchant on the side of the road. "Mas. Want that." Point it at the seller sate tofu. "You're the same Juma in the car. I ordered it." The answer. "Come on. I'll be here later. I helped you put your shopping in the car." Said Jihan.
Jaffan and Jalwa were pacing in front of the house. "That's mom's car." Both of them went down the stairs to the three people who had just come out. "Where's mom from?" Ask Jaffan while bringing his mother's groceries. "From buying crackers." Answer Jihan. "I don't tell you that." Jalwa. "It was just gonna be a minute. Your mother asked satay to know, too." Riza walked off to keep up with his wife.
"Mothers. Cut off Juma dong's nails." He approached his mother while handing over the nail clippers. "You've grown up Jum. Cut your own nails. Not here with my sister." Jalwa said he felt sorry for his mother. Juma's spoiled attitude sometimes makes the woman can not enjoy the time to relax. "No. I want to be the same mother." Tuh..Sucks. "Here sit." Said Jihan closing the map she was holding. He began to cut the nails of the youngest carefully. "Mothers. Monday will come with us. Dad should definitely come first. Isn't it Dad?" Ask Jaffan. "Hm." Replied the conscious Riza who was leaning on his wife's shoulder.
"Huf." Riza is lying next to his wife after breaking free from three vandals that sprouted from her seed a dozen years ago. "Juma it try you persuade me to go over Deck. Be somewhat independent. Wonder me. Promise the same as you." Said Riza while hugging his beloved wife. "You never tried before, you never got caught. Your brother used to be sick. Now Juma used to be sick too. Do you want to repeat it again?" Ask Jihan. "Well, what if we're on a honeymoon or two vacations." Advice Riza. "Well it's a honeymoon. The honeymoon must be there by her. Baby. You are invited to add momongan just do not want. Your principle is that many children have many problems. Not rich I have a lot of children love and a lot of sustenance." Said Jihan while chuckling. "Many children have many problems that are true. He keeps sticking with you. Want to ask for rations just have to wait for them to sleep so as not to knock on the door and come to sleep all together. Inget not that time had arrived until the middle of arriving Juma knocked on the door to sleep together. I'm gonna torture Dek. Must be removed by yourself." Riza groaned. "Huh. Got a wife of three virgins like this." He drowned his head in the neck of his wife. "Virgin what. My hero you took 18 years ago. Naw?" Riza smiled. "I'm sorry I didn't give you a good impression on the first night." Said Riza for taking his wife's crown when she was unconscious.
