The Waiting of Love Ustadz Riza

No More Brother

During the day Juma had a storm to ask for ice cream. "Begging Dad to deliver." Reply Jihan is still busy cooking for lunch. The handsome boy refused as usual. He wanted to deliver Jihan to make the mother sigh. "Wait a minute." Answer Jihan. Juma obediently sat quietly in the chair waiting for his mother to finish.

Jihan took her son's hand to the minimarket, which was a few meters from the house. "The handsome. What are you buying?" Welcome Mother middle-aged mother. "You're buying Eskrim Nek." Juma replied while kissing the woman's hand. "Smart" he said as he rubbed Juma's head gently.

Riza chatted with her neighbors letting her Wife and son shop at will. "Your wife is beautiful Za." Said the mother with a smile. "Budhe if Riza's here always says that." Riza replied while chuckling. He knew his wife was beautiful. No one said Jihan wasn't pretty. "Your son is spoiled." The man quickly nodded in response to his interlocutor. "Yes. The smallest is the most spoiled. Where to be with his mother. Sleep with her mother." He answered honestly. "Then the story is difficult if you want to add momongan." Riza replied with a trouser. He explained if there is no intention to add more momongan. His son was many and that was enough.

"This is over?" Ask Riza on the way home. "If it does not run out even amazes Mas." Reply Jihan with a small laugh. Riza only smiled hearing his wife's reply. Two large bags of crackle weight is good enough he was carrying. Another one of the same size was brought by his wife. Only for Juma snacks He spent 400 thousand. It's not a problem. After all, Juma is also rarely snack if not really really wanted. The handsome boy prefers snacks made by his mother.

"Caspers. Can you ask for it?" Ask Jaffan who was eating ice cream with his brother. Not answering Juma just nodded while busy eating ice cream from the mouth of the mother.

Riza just came to sit down to join. The man immediately fell asleep while putting his head on the lap of the wife. "You are satisfied with the path?" Ask Jihan because yesterday she and her husband invited children to visit tourist attractions in Jogja while buying by. "It's Ma." Answer Jason. This is the first time that he and Julian have been on vacation to Jogja. It turned out to be so much fun. The teenager asked me when to come here again. "certain. Every year we visit Grandpa's grave, Grandma before the fast." Reply Jihan with a smile.

Riza came out when she heard the commotion at the mosque near her home. "What's up, Mom?" Tanya Jihan approached the man who was still standing on the porch of the house. "No idea. Go there first." His words passed away after peeping the wife's forehead.

Riza brought Dika back home after successfully calming the residents. They agreed to choose the path of peace after considerable negotiation. "Astagfirullah why Mas?" Tanya Jihan saw the figure of her husband carrying a teenager full of wounds. "Seek for a change of clothes first Dek. Tell me later." The answer. The woman rushed to ask her son's clothes to be given to Dika. Riza told the teenager to take a shower and then told the incident to his son and wife.

After finishing treating the wound on the face Dika Jihan gave him a meal. He smiled looking at how Dika ate so voraciously. "Thank you Auntie." He said in between chewing. "The same." The woman replied with a smile.

Jihan sat down while holding her youngest son. They all listened to the story of Dika who was raised in the market by thugs since infancy because he was dumped by his parents. He had never been educated, lived in a poor neighborhood, and was forced to beg. Not to mention all the torture done by his adoptive parents made Dika unable to bear and chose to run away.

Finished telling Dika to rest Jihan approached her husband and children who gathered because they wanted to talk about something. "Mas. What if we bring it to Jakarta." Said Jihan immediately got a fight from Juma. "Juma doesn't want any more brothers. Juma doesn't want to." The boy was upset and passed away. "Mothers. Juma. We also have a little objection, ma'am." Jaffan expressed his opinion. "Mother take it to Jakarta let him in the pesantren. Let him have a decent living and education." Clearly Jihan gave an understanding.

Juma lay on the bed hugging her roll tightly. "Dear." Call Jihan gently while patting her youngest son's back. "Mother doesn't love Juma anymore if you're still looking for a child." Answer without changing position. Riza sighed seeing her son's behavior. That man can't help if it's like this. Only Jihan can cope. "Honey. Here I was gonna talk." Juma sat down but reluctantly looked at his mother. The woman began to give her son understanding. He will take Dika to the boarding house and send her there. "No more brothers. Juma doesn't want to." The boy turned around and hugged his mother tightly.