The Waiting of Love Ustadz Riza
Pregnant Adek?
Riza hugged his wife who was busy making coffee. "You don't work, honey?" The man asked while peeping Jihan's smooth cheek from the side several times. "No. No more work in the office." The answer. He lifted the expressed expresso and inhaled the delicious aroma inside. As a coffee lover, Jihan always starts her day with a cup of drinks that can make her excited. "You?" The woman turned around while offering her husband. "You only. Don't drink too much. Not good." Riza's message smiled and then kissed the wife's forehead with love and tenderness.
Jihan didn't touch her breakfast one bit. "Why? Not tasty? Or change for something else?" Ask Riza. "Again no appetite for food." The answer. "Mom should eat. It will hurt." Jalwa. "Eat just a little. It's important that mom's stomach put something in." Jaffan feeds his mother fried rice. Although reluctant, Jihan eats it because she appreciates the efforts of the eldest son. "You sick?" Papa asked, answered by his son. "No mood to eat Pa." Said Jihan while sipping her coffee. "Mostly drink coffee anyway. Eating is lazy eating. Let's eat." Riza sighed. Because he did not like fried rice, the man took two pieces of bread and smeared them with chocolate jam to be fed to his wife.
"Mas." Jihan blocked her husband's hand when the man took off his hug as he was about to get into the car. "Bawain rujak petis as seblak yes if you go home later." Said Jihan. "You're it. Eating rice does not even want seblak." Riza peeped at his wife's forehead. "Come Mas. Than I don't eat. Aye right?" Riza looked breathless looking at the wife's behavior. "Yes Dear. Buy it." He replied with a smile then carried Jihan in a warm embrace. He kissed his wife and then left immediately.
Papa belives his lazy daughter while watching TV. "Pa. If Jihan pulls out of Jihan's job. Mean Jihan. Jihan take care of it at home. Later Jihan comes if there is an important meeting. You see the same husband of children at the protest because Jihan is less time at home." Said Jihan asking her Papa's opinion. "You should have rested. Don't work too hard. From your teens to now always busy. So take a break." Papa gently stroked his daughter's head. "Hm. Yes, yes." Jihan nodded in agreement with Papa's opinion.
Jihan sat down and enjoyed it. "This is Mom's drink." Said Jaffan had just come over to the woman while sitting down after gently peeping his mother's forehead. "Thank you dear." Jihan smiled at the cold water from her son. "Not many Decks. Your stomach hurts later." Tegur Riza's. "Still want it." Answer while continuing to eat. "Ep...I'm quitting my job." Jihan's words suddenly made them smile. This is what everyone wants. They just want Jihan at home and rest well. "Thank you, I'm willing to obey." Jalwa hugged his mother followed by Juma. "Then how's Mom doing?" Ask Jaffan. "There will be someone to take care of. I'll just monitor her." Answer Jihan.
"I don't want to." Jihan whines rejects the sour turmeric herbal medicine her husband gave her. "It's delicious lo. Be healthy too. The day you always eat unhealthy the same as drinking coffee too. Occasional drinking jamu Dek. Drunk yes. Just a little." Persuade Riza but the wife still refused. "If you say it's good you're the one who drinks don't tell me." The answer. "Mas had a drink earlier." Riza rubbed the head of the wife. "I don't want to." Jihan laid her body on the carpet with her husband's thigh as a head pad. "Mother why?" Tanya Juma joined her parents. "No drinking of herbs." Answer Riza. "Judah, you don't have to be forced." The teenager fell asleep next to Jihan and hugged the woman tightly. "Mom's not pregnant anymore, is she?" Tanya Juma made Riza widen her eyes. He just suspected. Don't don't be weird about Jihan this late because she's pregnant again.
