The Waiting of Love Ustadz Riza

Unwanted

Jihan sat with her son waiting for Jalwa who was still preparing. He'll take the other daughter to the dermatologist. "Sir. I'll go to the shop first. There's a shipment of goods." Riza approached the wife. "Yes. Take care." Reply Jihan kissed her husband's hand followed by the children. "What are you bringing?" The man offered to make Jihan smile meaningfully. "Let me chat you." Answer with a smile. "Just leave first. Assalamualaikum." He gave a kiss on the wife's forehead gently. "Vaalaikumsalam. Take care." Answer them.

"Long with dancing. I waited a long time." Said Jaffan seeing his sister coming. "Sorry Mom." Jalwa. "No Papa. Let's go." Jalwa nodded immediately holding his mother's hand. "Juma not invited? I will cry lo." Ask Jason. "Get her sleep. We'll just take a minute." The answer then immediately said goodbye.

Fifteen minutes drive Jihan and her daughter have arrived at the dermatologist subscription. "Mothers in their teens used to be treated often?" Ask Jalwa. "No. The end of this end. Since I have worked a lot. If tired continue treatment make relax." The girl nodded. Not even the care of his mother remains beautiful and looks very young. Even she lost her beauty.

"Good day, Ma'am Jihan." Greet Dr. Dinda who is Jihan's subscription. "Don't talk stale." The woman immediately sat down to follow her daughter. "Always so." Dinda clucking. "Is there a problem with your skin? Sensitive or something?" Continue to ask because if Jihan comes always complaining about her skin problems because of certain products. "It's not me. My boy. Don't know why. He said change the face soap to red irritant so." Evidently. Doctor Dinda nodded then immediately did an examination.

"This is your mother's sensitive skin. Do not use soap that has a shell. Also choose a facial foam that is soft and does not make the skin dry. If you want a scrub also choose a soft." Obviously Doctor Dinda. "Yes doc." Answer Jalwa. "There isn't? Try one package." Ask Jihan. "There was. This is for sensitive skin. Want a milk, cucumber, edelwise, rose, or green tea? Choose what you like." He showed me his skincare product catalog. "Which one do you want?" Jihan asked her son. "This is Mom." Show Jalwa. Dinda nodded then immediately picked it up.

"We go to the Mall first." Bring Jihan. "What do you want to buy, Mom?" Ask Jalwa. "You need to walk. Later if there is something that makes you interested just buy." Reply Jihan with a smile. "Jalwa follow me." The answer. The busyness of college makes him rarely have time to go out alone with his mother. If you go out with his many brothers. Especially if there is a Juma. No one can touch my mother.

"Assalamualaik." Jihan entered the living room because she heard crying from there. "Getishalight." Answer everyone. "Why cry?" Ask the woman. "Search for you Deck. Especially." Answer Riza. "Mother where? The habit that Juma sleeps goes away." Said the boy who was now hugging tightly to the waist of the Mother. "Antar kak Jalwa's. Come sit. Don't cry. It's a big time for crying." Jihan cradled and sat her son on the sofa.

Jaffan sighed to see his sister was still fussy asking to always pay attention to his mother. "Jumas. Don't selfish. Mother's son is not just you. Don't whine, keep asking to be noticed. It's you who want to be spoiled Mother. We all want to but you always get in the way. Sister overall same you. Not just a sister. Everything is the same as your behavior. The rule is not to have a sister." Jaffan's fiery speech made his sister instantly speechless. "Jaffes." Tegur Riza and Jihan. "Bad brother." Juma ran away. "Jaffen. You shouldn't have said that." Tegur Riza's. "Sorry Dad. Jaffan can't stand it." Answer slowly.

"Honey. Unlock door. I want to talk." Jihan knocked on her son's room door. "Mom can come in?" Ask the woman when the door opens. "Can." Answer Juma with a whim.

Jihan holds her son. They were sitting on the balcony enjoying the fresh breeze blowing in the daytime. "Don't you love Juma?" Ask after calm. "Honey. Very fond of. Mom and everyone love Juma. Juma is the smallest child." Jihan replied as she rubbed her son's head gently. "Why is my sister talking like that? You don't want Juma's sister?" Jihan was confused as to what to answer. If you can be honest, her husband and children used to not want the presence of Juma. "It's not so dear. Brother is just jealous because Juma gets more attention from Mom." Reply Jihan in the end. "No papa if everything does not want Juma there. What matters is that I always love Juma. Mother's love is greater than all of them." His words hugging Jihan tightly made the woman shed tears.