The Waiting of Love Ustadz Riza
Accepting You What It Is
Carissa took a breath. Jihan invited to meet and walk together. But when I met the woman with many children it was daydreaming. "I was told to come to see you shut up?" Ask annoyed. "No." Reply Jihan sipped her cappucino again. "Why? Any issues?" Carissa took a look at the expression of her best friend. "No. Let's go for it." He grabbed the bag and started walking without approval.
"What are we buying Ji? Daritadi periran mulu. Tired of knowing." Carissa sat crouching while holding both knees. "That's it, never exercise eating like this tired." Jihan sneered while tracking her waist. "Nyalon is yuk." Bring along. Carissa stood up quickly. He wanted to bite both cheeks of his best friend was so anxious. They were already on the top floor had to go down again. "Why not say daritadi." Resenting. "Just in your mind." Answer's relaxed. "God knows I now that your family's super patient." His grunts followed in the footsteps of Jihan who started to move away.
Jihan's at the spa with her best friend. "Your children eat it how if you go to a gini-rich salon?" Carissa asked if Jihan's son was fussy. "Udah cooked earlier. Let Auntie be an angelin. We're eating out at this restaurant." Ask it directly to agree.
At one o'clock in the afternoon Jihan just got home. The woman was shocked when held tightly by her son. "Where's my mom from so long." Jaffan. "Spa equals aunt Carissa. Have you guys eaten?" Ask. "Already Ma. Juma who won't eat." Answer Jason. "Why?" Ask the woman. "Wait for Mom." Answer the youngest with a smile. "There is a. This is for you guys. The box is white love to grandpa. I'm going to go to the room first." Said Jihan.
Riza looked up at the sound of the door opening. "Where did Dek. The phone is not picked up." Said Riza hugging his wife tightly. "From Spa's same Carissa." Reply Jihan took off her Hijab featuring her shoulder hair which is now blonde. "You changed hair color?" The man asked quite surprised. "Yes. Bosen brown from birth. Every once in a while." Jihan chuckled softly. Very beautiful, and makes Riza more and more mindful. Jihan is like a Korean idol with her clear face so cute while she is very old in her fifties especially Riza herself never exercised eating her body is also not awake. "Why Mas?" Tanya Jihan saw her husband looking down. "You don't like it? I'm not beautiful like this?" Further. "No. You are so beautiful. It's just...." He stroked the wife's cheek unable to continue she said. "Don't think like that. I love him just as you do. There's nothing else." Jihan said she knew what her husband was thinking. "More I can't give you satisfaction." Lirih Riza's. "Not to be too thoughtful. I accept you for who you are." Jihan hugged her husband tightly. "And I promise I won't leave you." Then kiss the man's lips gently.
"This is why Ma?" Jason asked to see a rash on his mother's neck. "Wearing the wrong tissue. Mama forgot to put on her tissue Aunt Carissa." Answer Jihan. "Did your tissue run out Deck?" Riza rubbed a rash on his wife's neck. "out. Forgot to buy. Buy it Mas." Said the woman immediately got a nod. "The son of cheese. Try it out." He fed Riza the cake she bought earlier.
Juma came straight to sit in the middle of separating Father and Mother. "habit." Grousers Riza. "Let's eat it easy, Dad." Answer with a smile. "Not making a fuss. You just want to eat a lot of acting." Tegur Jihan began to feed her youngest son. "Jumas. Get all your stuff out of Dad's car. Kesel's dad. All kinds of clothes, same uniform balls are in Dad's car." Jihan looked at her husband in wonder. Indeed, at the end of this he did not pick up his youngest son but Riza because they all came home from campus. "Can't you?" Ask. "What habits are in the taro in the car until the house is not taken. Piled up until it smells astagfirullah." Answer Riza.
Riza approached his wife who was sitting on the balcony of the room enjoying the fresh breeze. The man put his head on his wife's lap. "Tissue I'm taro desk deck." He just returned from the supermarket to buy a baby tissue for his wife. Jehan's sensitive skin makes him have to use what is soft. "Yes. Thanks." Thanks." Replied Jihan gently rubbed her husband's head. "Mas. I want meatballs. But Jason just as Julian does not want to eat when buying. I'll make it in the afternoon." Riza looked at his wife. "Aren't you tired?" Ask the man. "No." Reply Jihan smiled. "You're so good with them." According to Riza, the affection that Jihan gave to the two children was not different from her biological children. "They were like children I gave birth to myself. I love them like we love our children." The man nodded in understanding of the wife's feelings.
