The Waiting of Love Ustadz Riza
Shortages of Riza
Jihan was sitting relaxing while reading the magazine in the living room. The woman realized so she turned back sheet by sheet. "Boring." His grunts because when deciding not to work his life is so monotonous. "Why?" Tanya Papa approached her daughter. "Bosen Pa. There's no activity." Reply Jihan while sighing. "It was also just two months of unemployment that complained. How did you become the rich housewife of that man." Papa chuckles. "It must be very boring. Wake up and cook, prepare this, exercise, cook again, pick up school children. It's repeated every day." Papa clucking. "Don't forget you're also walking a lot." Reminded me. "Hehe...Yeah anyway. But it's the same ah Pa." Jihan said only to be responded to by the old man beside her.
"Dad." Juma was surprised to see his father coming. "Where's mom? How come Dad picked Juma up." Ask. "Mommy needs to eat, tell Dad to pick you up. Let's go home." Bring along. "Wait Yeah. Juma wants to pee first. I'm waiting here." Riza simply nodded then sat down on the park bench.
Long wait Juma has not returned yet. "Astagfirullah. Where's the kid." The anxiety had been fifteen minutes waiting but the youngest had not returned yet. "Come on Yah." Juma approached his father. "You are so long." Riza stand. "You guys grab the Juma ball that missed out on in class. Someone's making a conversation." The answer. "There is you. Let's go home." Take him by the hand of his son. "No need to go with Dad. I'm big." His complaint. "Eh..So you are. If you just want to be in the gang continue." Juma looked up at his father. "Taste of Well." Juma replied making Riza cluck.
Riza and Juma got home. The man approached all who were gathering, but his wife was not there. "Where's mom?" Ask. "Mom hasn't come home yet. Go to the market to buy cassava. Wanna make a move he said." Answer Jaffan. "Ih. I didn't say." Grousers Riza.
"Assalamualaik." Jihan's voice sounded. "Getishalight." Answer them. "Where the hell are you Dek?" Tanya Riza walked over to his wife. "From the market buy cassava." The answer. "You go to the kitchen first." His excursion was soon prevented by Riza. "Let your aunt do it." Said Riza holding his wife's hand to be immediately invited away.
The man passionately fondled the body of his wife who some days he did not touch. The sound of gasps filled the luxurious room. "Pass Insert Deck." Said Riza broke through his wife's property. The man began to move his hips slowly once he enjoyed the exciting union.
Just a few minutes passed Riza had already let out her liquid. "It's ok Mas." Jihan said to calm her husband. Riza felt bad. The man rolled his body lying next to his wife. He was disappointed in himself for not being able to satisfy Jihan. "Sorry." It's so deep. The bed is not a trivial thing. This is something that can be a factor in the integrity of the household. Many people are separated because they feel insatiable in making love. Riza doesn't want that to happen. "No Papa Mas. I'll take a shower." Said Jihan wearing her clothes then immediately left after gently tucking her husband's forehead.
Riza was still in the room she didn't join the others. The man looked at himself in front of the mirror. "Why doesn't everything I do pay off." Mumbled disappointed. Though he has taken drugs, therapy and others but the results remain the same. Nothing has changed. He always comes out first, or can last only a few minutes. It was obvious that the wife was disappointed but the woman did not reveal it.
"Where's Ma'ah? Tumben not sticking with Mama." Ask Jason. "Said there was work in his study." Answer Jihan. "Mothers. Let's go on vacation." Bring Jalwa. "Where? Thai, Filipino? I'll be in Asia." Jason smiled then put his head on the lady's thigh. "Not near Mom." Juma's starting to suck again. "Why? This is also my Mother Brother." Answer the handsome teenager. "Cannot. Brother Jalwa, Sister Julian and Brother Jaffan also can not." Said the possessive saw his three brothers hugging the Mother. "That's ah don't make a fuss." Jihan.
