The Waiting of Love Ustadz Riza

The First Meeting

Night Days.

A beautiful girl just got off the plane. He stepped up his legs while dragging a suitcase into a taxi that was lined up. "Where's Ma'am's destination?" The middle-aged man asked as he watched Jihan's face from the rearview mirror of the car. "Apartment A." The answer immediately got a nod.

Jihan laid her body on her king-size bed after cleaning herself. The girl was already wearing pajamas about to sleep because she was so tired. "Yourf..." A rough breath came out from his tiny mouth. Losing Grandma's figure made him dissolve in sadness. It took him a short time to accept the situation.

Morning time.

A family is having breakfast together. A young man reported to his father that his brother was now in the same city after being in Bali for a few days. "Where do you know? I haven't got a report yet." Asked the man then nodded after getting an explanation. Mother was very happy to hear the return of her youngest child. "Where's address? Let's go get Jihan." The woman said that the spirit made them smile. "It'll be noon after we get back from our office there Bun." Jaafar replied with a smile.

Mother feels lonely at home. Her husband and son go to work while Jena is busy taking care of her marriage. His middle son was proposed to his former teacher when he was still in High School. A son of the owner of a boarding school outside the city. The woman in the hijab grabbed her phone. He tries to contact Jihan but the results are always the same. Not lifted. "Mother misses you, dear." He said while dripping his eyes.

"Oms. The wallet's down." Jihan standing. "Of." His umpteenth call made the man finally stop. "Pretty." His murmur looked at the girl in front of him fixedly. "Eh. astaghfirullah." He took a few turns in his heart and shifted his eyes. "Thank you Miss." The man replied with a smile, accepting his wallet. "Hm.." Jihan turned her body about to move. "What name of Miss?" He asked, but Jihan did not answer and hurried away.

Jihan wasn't in her apartment. They waited a long time, but the girl did not return. On the way home Mother always contact her youngest child. "Lifted." The woman looked happy after trying repeatedly. "Assalamualaikum Deck." Sapa Mommy's. "What's wrong?" Ask the girl over there as usual and do not answer greetings. Mother asked the news and spoke at length because it was not told about the return of Jihan. "Go home, son." The father in front. Jihan quickly refused from there. "Come to the Deck dinner." Said Jena who was conscious.So silent. "I'll think about it." The answer then the call just disconnected.

Nightfall.

A black sports motor enters the mansion. A beautiful girl came down while she opened her helmet. "Please enter Miss." Said a guard. Jihan smiled then went inside. "Sir." They immediately hugged the girl. Riza looked at the girl who was now in the family circle. Her beautiful face is so familiar. Yep. That girl found her wallet this morning. But it seemed that it no longer recognized Riza. The girl's appearance made Riza a bit of a star. He just realized what Mother said was right. He is different from his two brothers. This one is a little.urakan arguably. How not. The child of the family who owns the boarding school is reflected in the first and second children who are always dressed as Muslims who close the aurat. While Jihan. The girl wears sports shoes, torn jeans, t-shirts and jackets.

Jihan just stared at the food. He was so lazy to listen to his conscious father talk about Riza. The man sitting right in front of him. "Let's eat baby. Mother who made it special for you." Said the woman put the sauteed shrimp into her son's plate. "I'm allergic to shrimp." Reply Jihan made Mother speechless. Trivial things like this, he doesn't know. Without having to explain, people will understand how their relationship is. "It has. I'll go first." He said stand up from sitting and walk away. "Can't you stay here deck? At least so that Mother does not always cry because she misses you." Jena's words made the girl stop her steps. "Is this fair to me? You guys who dumped me and are now asking me to take responsibility for the crying I didn't do." He said without looking, then continued his steps. Dad took a breath. Every meeting with his daughter never went well. The man looked at the conscious Riza so quietly with his thoughts. "Riza. You've seen how Jihan. You can back out of this match if you mind." Father said but quickly Riza shook her head. "The match will continue. Riza doesn't mind." He said really.