The Waiting of Love Ustadz Riza
New Reality
Riza had just walked into her room after filling up the class. The man sat comfortably while tidying up the paper strewn across the table. "Sister." Call someone to walk in and then sit in the front seat of his desk. "What's up, Mark?" Ask. "Where? Jihan sister want to see me?" Ask expectantly. "I don't know Mark either. Yesterday, I asked not yet. I don't know if now. You call Papa mending first. Papa will be the mediator of his son." Riza gave advice.
"Oh yeah, what do you owe that for?" Continue asking with a heart. "Build buy a house. I don't want to give up what hands are already provided. I want to be independent." Riza sighed hearing her In-laws reply. "It's 50 percent Mark. That's a huge one. Didn't you talk to your wife? Debt and usury too. Your sister's advice if you want something is not in debt. It seems to be slow. The house has already returned its name to you. Why do you refuse, obviously your brother is disappointed." Riza's words made Mark round his eyes. "Back name? When?" Ask. He really didn't know this. "You do not want to graduate when asked to sign three letters and sign two letters when your wife is born. That's a home, car and two-home certificate switch in the sister area. He said the two houses were for Adam and Moses when they grow up so you don't have to worry about housing problems in the future if they are adults and families." Clearly Riza made her brother shed tears. Jihan cares about him, but Mark ignores her. Jihan has invited her many times to meet but she always refused for various reasons. He was too busy with his activities and his new life made him forget who made himself like this. Thanks to the hard work, upbringing and affection of Jihan He can have a good career and live a life of adequacy. Somehow if that woman doesn't exist. Surely He will be a vagabond and live like his wife while always reminding to visit the Brother. But Mark never listened.
"Assalamualaik." Riza entered the house that looked quiet like never before. "Dad. Which mother?" Juma's screams sounded. "Hail is answered first why the hell." Reprovedly. "Waalaikumsalam.Where's Mom Yah?" Ask again now while crying. "Where do you know. Dad just got home. Didn't you ask grandpa?" Riza replied as she walked away. "Grandfather doesn't know. Juma in living alone, when Juma woke up Mother is no more. I slept with Juma." He followed the father.
Riza sat in the living room after changing clothes. "Not crying." The man said as he put down his phone for contacting Jihan several times not being picked up. "Eat it don't be naughty. I'm leaving because of you." Jaffan did not stay silent immediately scare his sister.
Riza accompanied his wife to buy roadside food. "Relike the car Dek. Pretty good." Said the Man. "Street to be healthy. All sports." Riza nodded in agreement. He walked with his wife's hand and Jihan's other hand in Juma's hand. His son did not want to be separated from his mother. Wherever you have to go.
"Jumas. Sitting alone. I'm having a hard time eating." Tegur Jaffan saw his mother eating while holding the boy. "No way." He answered while holding his arm around Jihan's neck. "You need corn." The boy bit the boiled corn his mother ate. "Sugary." He said with a smile. "Mothers. Come vacation. Just Mom and Juma. The others are not yet on holiday." Take that handsome boy. "Where are you going??" Ask Jihan. "Where are you." The answer. "Your holiday is used to make the cottage more useful." Riza said disturbed by the speech of the youngest who wanted to vacation together with his wife. "Yes. You're taking us on vacation." Jason timpal. "No. Mom, Juma doesn't want to go on a lodge." Whimpering. "Have not seduced your sister." Reprove Jihan because if her son whines only she can calm him down. "Oh allah. Though you are Father and Mother raised with the same treatment as your brother lo. Why like this?" Riza looked at the astonished Juma who was still sitting on her mother's lap while hugging tightly. "The Color Juma Special Well." She replied with a smile making them cluck while Jihan laughed to see her husband quietly.
