The Waiting of Love Ustadz Riza

Testing Patience

Time sahur made Riza to nag her youngest son. "No more sleeping with Mom. You're bedwetting. It's been said at night don't drink ice much don't want to hear." Her story while helping Jihan change the bed cover. "Father the same Mother at night this way so bathing will have to pee you. Make it a hassle, kasian Mother has not cooked also been made to bother your country." The next thing is not finished. Juma could only sit down while looking down. He's never been wet like this before. But because last night did drink a lot of ice so peed in the mattress without him knowing. "I want to cook first." Said Jihan after she finished.

"Mother dawn dawn like this want to be holy?" Tanya Jalwa saw her mother coming down the stairs while carrying a laundry basket. "You're wetting it." Jihan walked to the laundry room at the back. "Where is the juma?" Jalwa followed his mother's steps. "Still get Daddy's scolding. Still in Mom's room." The answer is to put the laundry in the washing machine.

Finish the laundry problem Jihan immediately cook assisted his daughter and Aunt as well. "Den Juma's wetting Mbak?" Ask the middle-aged woman. "Yes Bi. Most people had ice last night. Her father was angry right away about having to take a shower at this hour." Reply Jihan poured a conscious egg and she whipped it into teflon. "Where is Juma Dad?" Jalwa asked to see that his father had not come with his sister. "Dad told her to wake up her sister until she woke up. Astagfirullah one's son was indeed testing patience." The man answered and sat down and drank water because thirst had just finished blabbing consciously. "Propad ustadz." Said Aunt giggling to see her employer dizzy. "Patience to Bi. I'm so patient with him until my tension goes up." Jihan smiled. She understood her husband said that because indeed the youngest child could be said to be naughty and even very naughty. Juma just listened to what his mother said. But Jihan does not always have to tell every second. If her husband prefers to nag at her, Jihan would rather be silent to let Juma find out and realize her own mistakes.

During the day, Jihan wrapped the pottery in the help of children and workers at home for alms. "Mas. Pay zakat when?" Ask. "Later afternoon Dek. It's still hot." Answer Riza. "Juma don't pull it out later." Tegur Jaffan saw his sister pull a cardboard box filled with cooking oil. "Jumas. Here sit well." Said Jihan. The boy approached directly sitting next to his mother while helping the beautiful woman. "It's good to sit quietly." Julian. "Dad still mad at Juma?" The boy looked at the father who was busy helping put sugar in the bag. "No." Answer Riza briefly. "really? How come the answer is so cute." Jihan could only smile at the behavior of her son who was teasing the father. "Mom's not angry. The mother who is not a graduate is patient with Juma. How angry are you." Continue to compare. Riza sighed then looked at the handsome boy who was also looking at her. "Dad ain't mad Casper dear." Riza answered honestly because she was angry last night and now she's not. "I'm not Casper. Dad followed brother. Calling your own child so." Juma is now upset. "This is fasting. He said he can't be angry. Why is Juma angry?" Riza turned the situation around. "Not angry. Just pissed off." The answer. "Just the same. Don't rub you." He continued his work again. Juma arrived to kiss the Mother several times and kissed her Father once. "As Juma's apology to Dad for wetting Juma last night." He said with a smile. "Next time don't be equally spit." Riza rubbed her cheek. "You yourself are also wearing the nasihatin of his son. Mending Juma one if your whole face is made to spit all." Jihan said that she made everyone laugh.

Everyone is gathering to break the fast together. "Mom let's go get some firecrackers." Take Juma who is eating dates. "Seek Dad." Answer Jihan. "yeah. Let's go get some firecrackers." As the handsome boy's mother wished, he asked his father. "Dad don't want to. Firecrackers are dangerous." Answer Riza. "Year of yesterday can." Mumbled slowly. "That's fireworks not firecrackers." Jaffan. "Fireworks are good." The ink again but Riza still shook her head. "You're so recalcitrant. I don't want to buy it. Just told to teach her to run away." Riza. "Mom. I don't want to buy it." He complained to his mother. "Mom heard it." Answer Jihan brief solid. "Mother buyin ya." Juma did not stop trying to choose to ask his mother. "Mom doesn't want to either." The answer. "Tomorrow not to run away again Juma promised. Juma only bosen must queue. I always teach you the last Juma." Said complaining. "Yes Mom..." Then he started whining. "Yes yes." Reply Jihan in the end. "Thank You Mother. Juma's gonna pay full salary." He hugged the woman.