The Waiting of Love Ustadz Riza

Her mother's acting

Jihan and her family have just returned from the pilgrimage. "No one sleeps. Directly shower. It's in friday." Said the woman to discipline her son "Iya Bu." Answer them compact. "Mothers. Which Juma sarong?" Ask. "There's in the room. Dad, get the sarong. Ask all of you." The answer. The boy nodded then immediately headed for the room.

"Mom must be tired of taking care of things." Jalwa nudged his mother's arm. She knows how tired it is to be a mother. From dawn, what has been prepared. Although there is an Aunt but the son and her fussy husband make it have to intervene to make their own food. "Lumayan. But I'm happy." Reply Jihan with a smile.

Riza followed the four handsome princes to approach Jihan who was sitting with Jalwa. "The boy's glove is in real dong Mas." The woman's reprimand saw Juma's sarong sagging slightly. "Yes. It was lo. A lot of motion." Riza replied immediately confirming her son's holster.

"Riza." Call someone. "Eh sir Kamin." Riza replied kissing the middle-aged man's hand. "Thank you by him. Yesterday you went to the house of the father who was only the wife of the father. Again to the field." Riza nodded with a smile. "Your three sons yes Za resemble your wives all. Who are those two?" Ask Mr. Kamin then Riza explained along the way home.

Riza approached his wife. "You haven't had a shower yet, Deck?" Ask because Jihan is still wearing the same clothes. Jihan shook her head slowly while smiling. "Why not shower?" He pinched the nose of his wife. "Soap me out Mas. I was wrong yesterday. Which I brought is still a little." The man gasped for breath at the wife's reply. It's not easy to get Jihan's bath soap. Sensitive skin should use special soap. "There's no one selling your soap Dek." Jihan looked confused as well. Time he didn't shower. "Washing with water alone doesn't have to use soap, ma'am." Said Juma just returned from changing clothes directly in about by his mother. "How about baby soap?" Tanya Riza gave a solution. "try away. I hope it fits." The man nodded then immediately left without changing clothes.

Riza enters the minimarket owned by her neighbor. "Eh Riza's. Find what?" Ask the middle-aged woman. "Search for baby soap. Is there a Budhe?" Riza noticed the shelves lined up. "Let's not find it." He answered while walking towards the end shelf.

Riza let out a breath seeing that his son and wife were already fast asleep on the floor mattress hugging each other. He took off his peci, sarong and coco shirt and joined in. The man lies down hugging Jihan's slender body warmly after tucking her temple and head.

"Where's the Deck, no itching?" Tanya Riza saw his wife enter the room in a negligee-style clothes of a housewife. "New in Mas wear. So far not." Reply Jihan while tying her hair original make her white neck jengjangya smooth exposed. "It smells good." Riza hugged his wife. He kissed the woman's lips gently. "Mas. I want a rujak." Said Jihan smilingly looking at her husband. "Pass make." Riza answered his wife's wishes.

Jihan only listened to her youngest son chattering while waiting for the husband who was making a voice. "Oh yeah? How big?" Tanya Riza sat down to join in. "Big Well. There's five times as big a cow." Answer Juma. "Don't use sambal, you'll get your taste." Jihan was going to feed her son. "No problem with the Deck. The cab is a small one." Said Riza. The woman nodded dipping the fruit into the sauce a little then fed it to her son. "It feels like pineapple." Juma giggles. "That's a pineapple, baby." Jihan shook her head.

In the afternoon, Jihan and her son walked first to the rice fields while her husband was still chatting with someone they met on the street. "Astagfirullahaladzim." Riza said not to Juma or the other child but to Jihan who was already in the middle of the rice field no matter what she did. "You what the hell is Dek. I have no ears. I told you not to be like that." He really did not end up thinking when his wife was childish like this. "Take conch. Help the farmer..." Jihan replied casually making her son laugh. "Let's go home." Strict Riza. "New time to be told to go home." Jihan Protest. "Go home now." His words are undeniable. "Go home and wash your feet first." Jihan kept bidding. "Wash your feet at home." Quickly answer.

At night Riza gently applied the cream on the hands and feet of Jihan who was full of scratches of rice leaves while not stopping nagging conscious. "Your stubbornness exceeds Juma's. It's been said not to go down to the rice fields still ngeyel too. Itching is like this. Where are the ears?" Riza's words made her son hold back a laugh. "It hurts Mom?" Juma's question multiplied the attention so that his father would stop scolding his mother. "Itching." Answer Jihan. "Here Juma hugs to lose the itch." The woman smiled as she received a hug from her son. "Next time don't do this again. Your skin is sensitive. Just worry about it." Riza sighed then kissed his wife's forehead and cheeks full of affection.