The Waiting of Love Ustadz Riza

Sleep During the Exam

Jihan was busy from dawn. Her domestic assistants were allowed to go home yesterday because her son was married. Jihan cannot come just leave gifts and prayers alone. "Mother." Jalwa came to help his mother. "What do you want to make breakfast?" Further asked. "Chicken slurry. Dad asked for breakfast chicken porridge." The answer. "Please take the leeks as well as the chicken in the refrigerator dear." The woman was immediately executed by her daughter.

"You know why you start from childhood, have you used to do homework?" Ask Jihan while stirring the broth she made. "Why?" Jalwa asked back. "Because you are a woman. Women should be able to cook and do homework. Later you will be a wife. The home does not just need love. Everything will go well if the husband and wife are able to carry out their respective roles." Jihan. "If you are going to be married, you should be able to maintain the feelings of your husband, advise and remind each other. Solve the problem with a cold head. If you are angry, it is better to be quiet. Don't let bad words come out of your mouth." Continue advising. "Yes my dear mother. Her marriage is still long. Haven't met a soul mate yet." The answer made Jihan smile.

"Juma hasn't had a shower yet?" Jihan ruffled her waist saw the arrival of her youngest son who was still randomly scrambled in Jaffan's hold and followed by her twin son behind. "Not Mother. Just later. It's still 6." He answered after sitting in a chair. "Mother take your report if it's this way." Threat Jihan. "Mother is that..Mom promised me. Father said to break the promise of sin." Juma's words made Jason cluck. If this is the advice of his father who is often ignored so get out. "Child if not according to the same parents are also sins." Jalwa insinuated making Juma pout. "Is this ready Ma? We'll take it to the dinner table." Julian. "Yes. Heart day. Take him on a tray. Still that hot. I'm gonna make some milk first." Answer while helping to organize.

Jihan approached those who were already sitting in the dining room. The woman carrying a tray of warm milk was helped with Jalwa and her youngest son. "Jumas. Which you brought it for Dad and Grandpa." Her speech. "Yes." Yeah." The handsome boy put the milk in front of the two. "Thank you Boy." Grandpa rubbed Juma's head. "The same." Answer with a smile. "Not showered yet? Mom's voice grumbled up in the middle." Riza said while chuckling. "What time?" Ask Jihan while sitting down. "Yes. Papa heard it too." The middle-aged man chuckled.

Jihan has arrived at school. The woman took her son's hand to enter the meeting hall room. "Look at your friend with all his father." Said Jihan watching around. "Dad, it's a meeting, ma'am." Juma smiled at her mother. "Semester ago Dad again there is no show nor do you want to take Daddy." Reply Jihan while sighing.

"Assalamualaik." Said Juma approaching Father, Grandpa and his brother who were sitting together. "Vaalaikumsalam. Which mother?" Riza asked seeing her son only coming alone. "Still outside talking to Bon sir." He answered while chewing nuts. "When you sit down." Tegur Riza was followed by his son. "Request Deck." Jaffan was interested in the package that Juma brought. "Sister's got a still on Mom's side." Answer the boy. "Love dong's brother." Tegur Riza again. Juma nodded. "Grass two?" Complain Jaffan. "No, I'm still in love with protest." Said Juma. "Sama her sister was so. Don't be stingy." Tegur Jihan just came. Jaffan smiled to get a plea from the mother. "sorry. It's." Juma gave half of his to the older brother. "Jaffan, what did you say?" The teenager smiled. "Thank you." His words pinched the sister's nose with anxiety. "This is for you guys." Jihan gave a snack that she bought earlier for children. "Thank you Ma." They Say.

"Mark came here looking for you." Said Papa. "I didn't want to see him first Pa. Instead of later mending emotions I calm myself first." He answered while opening the Juma report. He and Riza paid attention to all the grades of his youngest child. Approaching perfect but Jihan smiled seeing the value of seven there. "You tumben mandarin got seven. Same with Mom smoothly." Said Jihan. "Juma fell asleep at the last minute ma'am. So I can't finish." The answer. "Oh that. Deck, what if Juma we move to a pesantren? It's more disciplined there. Let's not sleep again in the exam." Riza scares her son, making them hold back laughter at the expression of the boy. "Kok Daddy is so." His complaint. "Good idea Mas. Let's not be naughty either." Answer Jihan. "Mother..." Juma hugged his mother. "Mom's gonna take a shower first. Sultry. Tomorrow we leave. Let me send you back later." Jihan released her son's embrace and then passed away. "Mother, Juma doesn't want to go. Juma will not fall asleep again. Juma isn't naughty anymore." His words while following the steps of the mother made them laugh.