The Waiting of Love Ustadz Riza

Little Ghost

Just inpo

There's a change in Juma's age. The front has been revised. Cute cute little boy. She's still in elementary school. Because if it is made by teenagers it is not the same attitude.

Jihan with her youngest son visits the apartment. The woman was about to take something left behind. "Honey. Awake yuk. We're home." Invite him while patting Juma's cheek that is sleeping on the sofa. "Body's hot. It was okay." Sluggishly.

"Assalamualaik." Said Jihan entering the house. "Vaalaikumsalam. Why Juma?" Tanya Riza saw her youngest son in the cradle of the wife with fever plaster on his forehead. "The body's hot." Answer Jihan. "This is Dad. I'm tired of carrying you." Riza said but was immediately rejected. "Byeah biarin. Please take a drink. I'm going to Juma's room to let him sleep." Riza nodded immediately going to the kitchen.

Everyone gathered in Juma's room. The boy was sleeping while hugging his mother. "It's getting hot." Jason said he checked the youngest's body temperature. "When you sleep like this quietly, handsome, not much behavior. When you wake up, the ghost comes out." Jaffan said while giggling. "Hush. My own brother said ghost." Reproof Jihan. "It's not a ghost, Mom. More precisely a little troublemaker." His answer. "That morning was fine, Dek. Why is it getting hot?" Asked Riza who was lying next to his wife. "Eat the ice cream one big Cup spent. Because it's the most." Answer Jihan.

Only Riza and Jihan stay with Juma. The others have come out conscious. The man rubbed his wife's cheek gently. "Why Mas?" Ask Jihan. "No. Want to touch the top down also closed Juma. So just touch the cheek." Riza replied with a smile. "It can be so." Said Jihan while clucking. "Try a little." Riza started touching his wife's smooth white calf. "Just look if your child wakes up. You want responsibility?" Riza shakes. Calming Juma when not feeling well and whining is not easy. Difficulty exceeding the High School entrance exam. From It makes Jihan the hassles of mending in hold first.

Aunt approached her gathered employer. "Auntie when to come home?" Jihan asked in surprise. "Just now, Ma'am. Put the bag in the room. Oh yea. My son says thank you very much and sends greetings too." Said the Woman. "Vaalaikumsalam. Same with Bi." Reply Jihan with a smile. "This I brought by from java. Please try it." Said Bibi bringing out a kind of food from the cardboard. "A lot of Bi." Jihan shook her head. "No papa. Let's try Bibi's food. It's all delicious." Answer the woman. "Thank you Bi." Said Jihan and the others. "same. That's Den Juma why?" Ask Aunty. "Fussy. The body's hot." Answer Jason. "Oh. Get well soon." Jihan nodded and thanked me.

"That's sweet. This is what Mas?" He asked while being treated to food by Riza. "Jenna. It's usually at the show of the hajjatan." Answer the man. "Try this Ma. It tastes good." Julian was feeding the woman. "The name's a cake syringe." Continue while reading the packaging. "Casper doesn't want to?" Tawar Jaffen. "Honey. Call his sister back then." Reproof Jihan. "Hehe..Sorry Ma'am. Juma won't eat?" Ask again but the boy shakes. "Sit's sitting with Dad. Kasian Ibu Daritadi tired of your lap." Said Riza. "No way." Quickly reject.

Jihan put her son on the sofa with a heart. "Don't wake up. I'm gonna cook first." His whisper was answered. "Jalwa help Ma." Said the girl hurrying after the mother who had walked a few steps. "Dad keep Juma yes. We're gonna help, too." Jaffan and the others went along. "Aren't you going, Za?" Ask Papa. "Can Pa?" Riza asked back. "Go away. Let Papa take care of it." The middle-aged man replied with a smile.

"In this all. Who's keeping Juma?" Ask Jihan. "There's a Papa Deck." Reply Riza started helping to cut the vegetables. "It's not so. If you cut it that big, it'll be tomorrow." Reproof Jihan. "Smaller than this." He gave orders. "What are we cooking, Ma?" Ask Julian. "Beat soup, same chicken tongseng." Answer Jihan. "There's no Ma's paste?" The woman smiled. "Want to?" Julian nodded in spirit. "Mama make it." Said Jihan. "Thank you Ma." Julian peeped the woman's cheek.

Everyone ate together in the living room instead of in the dining room as usual. Jihan ate while feeding Juma who had awakened conscious. "Would have fasted. You don't go back to Jogja on pilgrimage to the tomb of Mr. Ibu mas?" Ask Jihan. "You want the Deck. But Papa's time in living alone." The answer. "What the hell are you guys. If you want to go. Papa at home is no problem." Said the middle-aged man. "Many people are also home. You guys don't worry." Convincing continues. As he grew older, his son-in-law and granddaughter never went on vacation except for those near the top who were worried. "But Pa." Jihan clasped her Papa's hand. "You guys just go. Papa's still healthy like this don't you worry." He tried to convince.