The Waiting of Love Ustadz Riza

Oh Juma

Jihan pinched her Papa's arm slowly. "Old age like this Papa is still so excited to visit the plantation. Papa rest at home." Said Jihan. "Yes. Papa has had a lot of rest. If this body is not moved it hurts all." Answer while chuckling. "Peter back?" Papa's question made Jihan aghast. He hid all this because he did not want his Papa to be emotional like the events in the past. The man almost killed Peter who had hurt him. "Hm. Looks like papa knows. I don't have to hide it anymore. We're in business." Clearly Jihan. "He has hurt you." Papa looked at his daughter. "i Know's. But being strong, happy and living better is already the most potent revenge to get them back. I'm not a weak woman Pa. Papa knows that. I won't give her a chance to hurt me and my family. I won't let him harass me. I'm going to be a great woman, tough and independent. I'll prove to him that without that shit I'm happier." Said Jihan reassuringly.

Just getting out of the room Jihan has gotten hugs and kisses from her husband. "Have you?" Ask the Woman. "It has. I guess the place is far away it's not." Riza replied with a smile. The man had just come out looking for a flower pot that his youngest son accidentally broke a few days ago. "He did why I was responsible." Grutu Riza took his wife's hand to walk down the stairs.

"Juma's." Reproof Jihan. The woman sighed at the absurd behavior of her last child. The boy was playing ball inside the house. Indeed extensive. But it's not normal like this either. However many items that can be broken when exposed to the round object. "Main is outside." Firm Jihan. "Yes Mother. Sorry." He said while hugging his mother. Her stubborn Juma can only be conquered by Jihan and everyone knows it. "Hm. Don't repeat it." Said Jihan rubbing her son's head gently.

Jihan, husband and son were sitting together in the living room while Papa chose to rest in the room. The woman was sleeping lazily on the sofa with Riza's thighs as her pads. "Mothers. Do you love me, Brother Jalwa or Brother Jaffan?" Ask Juma. "anyone. You're Mother's children of course you're the same mother unfortunately to you." Answer Jihan. "If we have an event at the same hour and the same day. Whose show did you choose to come to?" Jihan shook her head with her eyes closed. "Liar fair. Mom's not coming. I'll sleep at home." Jaffan and Jalwa smiled with the mother's answer. "If we are sick. Which nursing mother?" Riza sighed. His last son asked a lot but Jihan remained patient serving even though she knew the woman was sleepy. "Mom make you one room. Mother takes care together. That's what it's called fair." Said Jihan.

Finish parking Jihan's bike around. The woman's hand was always held by her husband. "Buy meatballs yuk." Bring along. "Yes." Yeah." Answer the child approves. They went straight to a simple meatball shop located not too far from where they are today.

Five bowls of meatballs have been presented complete with iced tea and crackers. "Not much." Tegur Riza put away the sauce container before his wife caught fire. "A little more. Still less." Her speech. "You've taken a big scoop of the Deck. That's enough." Rigorously. Jihan could only resign and start eating her meatballs. "Where are we going?" Ask Jalwa. "Close to the park there was someone selling fried food. I'm gonna buy it." Reply Jihan while focusing on eating. "Mother eats fried food." Complain Jaffan. "Not every day either." Jihan smiled looking at her eldest son who was pouting.

Until Jihan's house goes straight to the room to take a shower. His sweaty body made him uncomfortable. After preparing the water the woman hurriedly entered the bathup. "Sir." Call Riza into the bathroom. He walked and then took off his shirt. The man hugged the wife who was soaking from behind. "Hm." Answer Jihan. "I'm gonna take a shower too." His words escaped all the cloth from his body and then dabbled into a large bath. Riza's hands crept through the wife's entire body. Jihan's too. Her smooth hand caressed her husband's. "I can't take the Deck anymore..." Said Riza while closing her eyes. The man kissed his wife's lips greedily with his hands playing down. "I'm going in...." Riza directs hers and...."Mothers....Mommy's taking a shower?" The sound of a door blow made the two men stop. "Yes. A moment." Answer Jihan. "The rest you take care of. Your son is that...." Said Jihan leaving the tormented Riza in the bathup. "Oh Juma." Resenting.