The Waiting of Love Ustadz Riza

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Jihan and her family arrived in Jakarta last night. The woman is now at the Mall with her husband, and her youngest child because the others are still sleeping. He also brought some assistants as he would be shopping a lot these days. Jihan bought clothes and some of Dika's needs for the cottage because Dika did not have any clothes at all. He also bought it for children so that they do not feel neglected. "Where do you like it?" Tanya Jihan asked for an opinion. "Wherever Mom." The answer has now changed the call. Because she wanted to feel how having a mother and Jihan allowed it. Dika is very happy also feel sad at one time. Because a whole new age this time someone noticed it.

"Mothers. Want an escrim." Juma pulled his mother's hand after the shopping was done. "Don't be so awkward. It's just normal." Said Riza holding hands Dika following his son and wife. The man knew it was his first time for the teenager to visit the Mall. Dika looks so groggy and foreign looking around. Even when he got on the elevator, he was scared.

Jihan sat down to eat ice cream while feeding her son while Dika ate by herself. He looks much better than yesterday. Her hair was covered with a clean body. Dika is actually a yellow skinned langsat. But because it is not maintained so dirty and dull. Fortunately, Jihan told her to take a super clean shower until the teenager's skin really brightened again.

Everyone gathers to open the shop. Dika just quietly drifted in his mind. Jihan's house is very luxurious. In one single shopping the woman spent millions. "That's for Dika is packed ya Bi. Tomorrow he's off to the boarding school." Said Jihan. "Good Ma'am." The woman answered him immediately following the orders of her master. "The. You happy living in the pesantren?" Ask Papa. "Love Cake. She wants to study religion. From childhood Dika did not know Islam. Pray alone Dika can't." Answer while looking down. The middle-aged man patted Dika's shoulder slowly appreciating the teenager's goodwill.

A woman walked up to two men sitting together. "Sister." Mark wanted to hug but Jihan refused with a gesture of her hand. She sat in a chair near her husband. Mark conveyed his intentions and goals that were none other than to apologize. "I've never forgiven." Reply Jihan is short and cold like never before. "That's what you want. Don't see the sister again." And so it pierces the heart. "Sister. Don't be like this." Mark couldn't help but hold back his tears hugging the woman tightly. "Is this what you want Mark? You don't want your brother to interfere with your life anymore, do you? You want a brother far away. You are tired of her eating sister until sister however you do not want to meet. That right?" Said Jihan while crying bitterly. "Originally you know how much love and affection your brother with you until your brother does not care about yourself you are happy. Sister willing to sacrifice her teenage sister to always take care of you. Single-minded sister. For God's sake brother is happy to do it. Brother didn't ask for anything in return. Brother just wants to meet you so that our bond never breaks. But brother was wrong. Not the brother who broke up. You want it Mark. Brother will no longer bother you." Jihan let go of her embrace and then left.

Riza hugged his wife to calm the woman down. "It has. Don't cry anymore." Said Riza while gently patting Jihan's back. "Dizziness." His sudden loss caused Riza to panic. "You're the nosebleed Deck." He hurried off to get his wife's medicine. If the wife's many thoughts are always like this, Riza knows what to do.

Jihan was already fast asleep making Riza relieved. "You guys get out and let me rest." They nodded immediately out one by one after peeping the woman's forehead. "Juma wants to be here, Dad." Her speech. "May but don't be noisy." Riza's whisper was instantly approved. Juma went to lie down while hugging his mother making his father smile. He knows how much Juma loves his mother. Riza rubbed his wife's cheek and gently kissed her forehead before going to bed.