The Waiting of Love Ustadz Riza
Past Times
Jihan was sitting together at her restaurant with a woman while enjoying lunch. He just finished the job. "When are you going to meet Peter?" Ask Carissa. "Later." The woman replied after swallowing her food. "Don't be rash. Don't be slanderous and don't let your husband misunderstand." Said advising. "Yes. I've been thinking about that." Answer's relaxed.
Finished with his lunch Jihan rushed away. The woman was driving her car somewhere. Several times he was seen sighing uncomfortable with the situation to be faced. But as much as possible looks calm and relaxed like his usual personality.
Jihan's car stops at a skyscraper. Without removing her sunglasses the woman went down while carrying a few maps in her right hand and left hand tote her bag. "Good day." Greet the receptionist kindly. "Good Day. I want to see Mr. Peter." The woman smiled then nodded. "Please Miss. Let me take you. Mr. Peter is waiting for you." He said so politely. Jihan smiled then started following the steps of the woman.
All eyes looked at the arrival of Jihan. The woman greeted with her friendly smile. "Please enter Miss. Master's in." He said while opening the door. "good. Thanks." Jihan said before stepping inside.
The smiling male figure saw the arrival of such a beautiful woman in her formal attire. It looks elegant and elegant in contrast to years ago when they last met. A closed appearance does not reduce the beauty that is so radiant. The vibrations of the heart are still the same. If you can't forget.
Peter looked at the beautiful face of his ex-girlfriend. His expression was as flat as when the woman caught him having sex with his own best friend. Jihan is indeed the most expert in playing face mimicry. The woman can cover everything. "Will this contract continue or not. If not, I can go. My son and husband are waiting at home. I will not waste my precious time on such a non-profit thing." Jihan closed the Map that had been in Dikaya. "We're talking about business. Continue our conversation." Peter refrained from venting all the emotions in his rumbling heart.
"Thank you." Said Jihan standing up from her seat then stepping away. "He was gone five years ago. At her last moment Michelle always called your name and apologized. I called you but you always blocked my number. He told me when I would meet you to say sorry. There was no love in my heart for her even though we had lived together for a long time. I hold on for the sake of the child as my responsibility. At least you should know that." Jihan neither answered nor looked. The woman continued her passing steps away leaving the man who was still standing looking at her.
Juma ran to hug her mother when she had just got out of the car. "Mom why did she come home so late in the afternoon." Jihan smiled back at her son's embrace. "Mom still has business. Let's go in." Invite him to hold Juma's hand to go inside.
After bathing and changing clothes, Jihan approached her husband and children who were busy in the kitchen. "Mother." Jaffan and Jalwa hugged and kissed the woman followed by her father. "Again the fry tape?" Ask Jihan. "Yes. Yesterday I had not made it. It makes fried bananas too." Answer Riza. "Here I help." Jehan peeling makes dough and peeling bananas in the help of his children. "Where are the bananas?" Ask her. "Meta was here. Uh you haven't come home." Answer Riza. "Oh here. I didn't say anything at home." Said the woman. "When do you think?" Riza rubbed his wife's dirty cheeks from the flour. "That morning. Take the sambel to his mother Om Rudi." Answer Jihan. "The machine's at 3 on Deck." The man kissed the wife's cheek. "Oh. Three o'clock." Said Jihan while nodding her head.
