The Waiting of Love Ustadz Riza

Juma Ngambek

Morning time. Jihan's stuff is ready. The woman went downstairs followed by her husband who was walking in the back. In a few hours, the two will be separated. Jihan will be leaving at around 10. Riza is not willing. But how else. He also did not want to ban.

"Morning." The woman entered the dining room. "Morning." Answer them compact. Jihan sat down to start her breakfast. "Mom didn't change your mind?" Ask Jaffan. "We had a deal all night." Reply Jihan put the sandwich piece in her mouth. "Juma doesn't give permission." Said the youngest slamming his spoon until a loud clashing sound with the plate rang out. "Jumas. Not polite like that. There's your dad, Grandpa and your brother." Reproof Jihan. "Juma did not give permission. If I insist on going Juma does not want to talk to Mom. Juma won't eat." His words then passed away. Jihan sighed. His son's last money was very.....It's very hard to describe. Possessive, spoiled and stubbornly severe that in down from him.

"Honey. Open the door." Jihan knocked on Juma's room door many times but there was no answer. "Honey. Don't be like this." Said Jihan. "Why is Mom still home? Mom's flight is in a minute. If you want to go. Don't mind Juma." He answered while he heard the sound of a small sobbing. "Mother is not going. Mom's at home." Said Jihan while sighing. "Mom has canceled the climb. I'm not leaving." He then tried to convince the handsome teenager to open the door to his room. Justright. Juma's room door opened. The youngest's eyes were swollen significantly already crying long enough. Jihan smiled in a tight hug by her son. "Mom can't go. You can't go anywhere." Her speech. "yeah. Because this spoiled mother really did not go. Mom's at home." Reply Jihan kissed Juma's forehead. Everyone is grateful. Especially Riza. At the moment it must be admitted that his last child was very extraordinary because it could make his wife stay. He owes Juma a favor.

"Mothers. Let's just let Juma." Said the teenager approached Jihan who was watering plants with her two brothers. "Why you?" Jaffan asked to see his sister so excited. "No papa." Juma replied with a smile.

In the afternoon Jihan was already wearing her sportswear. The woman was dribbling the ball running around here and there with Juma. "They are the same. Equally stubborn, have no fatigue and can't be silent." Said Riza nodding by her two daughters sons sitting next door. "From the first time Mom was so Dad?" Ask Jaffan. "Yes." Yeah." Answer Riza. "Look at them switching." Jalwa said he saw his mother and sister holding a racket. "Astaghfirullah's. Patience. Let it. Just don't go." Grousers Riza.

"Why are you gawking here?" Ask Mark who just came with his wife and two children. "No." Show Jaffan. "Sister." Call Mark to bring his son to the woman to stop. "Eh. Adam. Moses." - Moses." Sweepings. "Auntie." The two boys ran over and hugged Jihan. "Don't hug. More dry." Her speech. "Bak Jihan." Zulfa smiled, hugging the extraordinary woman of his status. "Hey. Don't hug. Dry tau. Stinks." Zulfa. "Come on." Honest answer. "Yes already. Take a shower for a while. Wait inside." Jihan ran followed her son to take a shower.

After bathing Jihan and Juma approached those who were gathered on the back porch of the house while carrying ice cream and snacks to eat together. "Would he want to peak?" Mark asked while chuckling. "This. Bungsu cram." Reply Jihan sat down with her son and niece and began to eat ice cream. "Cold." Moses is said to have been fed Eskrim by his aunt. The two boys were always clinging and sitting on Jihan's lap. "Oh yes mbak. It was brought the same peyeum black sticky rice tape made by Mom in the home." Zulfa. Jihan smiled. "Thank you. Mas later fried his peyeum. Made you good." Riza nodded in response to the wife. "You're in the fry now?" Ask Riza while peeping at Jihan's forehead. "Later. It's still eating ice cream." Answer Jihan. "Sister. There's a call." Said Mark. "From who?" The father of two glanced at his brother-in-law. "Master." Mark replied, making Jihan choke. "Who's Peter?" Ask Riza. "My business partner." Reply Jihan snatched her phone from Mark and picked it up.