The Waiting of Love Ustadz Riza

Dad No Satay, right??????

Juma looked at his father in wonder. The man arrived just like that since coming home from work. But the teenager did not care. He decided to play tennis with his mother. "God..." He fell when his arm hit the ball. "Why daydream?" Jihan asked only in the answer of the trousers. He smiled and continued the delayed play.

"Mothers. Come outside. Juma bosen at home." Her speech. "Where?" Jihan asked as she rubbed the sweat on her son's forehead with the small towel she was carrying. "Where only. We're both. No one's coming." The teenager raised both eyebrows while smiling. "Try your permission to do it." Reply to Jihan as she walks away. "Izin' with Dad?" Mumbled. The man would definitely not allow his wife to go alone. Riza is the one...There is no harm in trying. He thought then rushed away.

Juma approached his father who was chatting with Grandpa. He was still messy with a sweaty body. "Go there." Riza closed her nose as the youngest sat nearby. "Dad. I'm talking important." He said as he sipped the father's orange ice. "I want to take Mom out. I'm the same mother. Can you?" Ask while putting the remaining glass a quarter on the table. Riza seemed to think for quite a while. The man was fond of what decision he would make. "Can." The answer made Papa and Juma gawk. "What is the end of the world coming?" Think of both because Riza let Jihan out on her own outside of work especially she didn't come along. It is very never. Just this time. "Dad not stuck, right?" Plain asking. "Do you want to revoke his permission?" Riza asked as soon as her son shook his head. "Thank You Dad." The teenager smiled happily as he praised his father then finished off the delicious orange ice and rushed away. "Oh that kid." Said Riza seeing that her glass was empty. "Yes Za. Do you allow your wife to go alone with the spoiled one." Riza smiled. "Wild Pa. Sometimes make the child happy." Answer while chuckling. Papa does not know if today his son-in-law is getting thousands of trillion happiness.

Jaffan and Jalwa approached his father who was about to enter the house. The two were so busy doing the task that they kept silent in the room and had not met the mother. "yeah. Which mother?" Ask the handsome teenager. "Mother go with your Grandpa." Riza replied as she passed away leaving her two daughters sons still gawking on the spot. "Kok Daddy gave permission. Where we're not invited anymore." Kuh Jalwa followed in the footsteps of the father. "Let it." Riza sat on the sofa while opening her laptop. "Where's it going, Dad?" Ask Jaffan. "I don't know where you're going." Answer without looking at them.

Jihan arrived at the Mall with her son. Mother and child are like sisters who are spending time together. "Mothers. A burger." He took his mother's hand to a place that caught his attention. "Sit. I'll order it first." He was answered by nodding. Jihan ordered a burger to eat on the spot and brought it home for her children at home.

Jihan holding her son's hand entered one of the clothing stores with a famous brand. The woman chose carefully. Whatever Jihan bought no one complained. Because only the woman knows the taste of each person.

Enough hours spent at the Mall Jihan decided to go home. He stopped at a coffee shop first. "Welcome home." Greet a teenager who a few days ago served him while buying. "Miss. Is the coffee over?" Ask with a smile. "It has. Drinking a day many times." Reply Jihan while chuckling. "Oh yes. We haven't met. My name is Jason." Jihan smiled welcoming the young man's hand. "I'm Jihan. This is my son Juma." He answered while introducing the youngest. "Very handsome. Her face looks like Miss. I thought she was Miss' sister." The young man was honest.

Jihan and Juma were sitting with Jason. All three enjoy hot chocolate to warm up in the mildly cool night weather. "Call Aunty only. I'm better suited to be your mother." Said Jihan with a smile. "Good." Answer the young man. "What grade is juma?" Ask Jason. "Class 1 SMP." Juma looked at the young man in front of him closely. Bule face but very fluent in Indonesian. "Actually what guy's sister? Very fluent language here." Ask Juma. "Big in the Netherlands. There were Indonesian classes at school. Plus my sister got used to Indonesian since childhood because the workers at home also use that language. Slowly get used to it and smoothly." Juma nodded in understanding at Jason's reply. "It's big drinking is still a mess." Jihan's murmur wiped the corners of her Son's lips. The woman's treatment leaves Jason's day combed. Very ingi. If his late mother had behaved like that, he would have been very happy. From childhood to adulthood He did not know what is the affection of parents because He lived from the care of his Baby sitter since childhood. Neither of his parents cared at all.