The Waiting of Love Ustadz Riza

Need to Adapt

Jihan and her daughter were busy in the kitchen preparing breakfast. "Mothers. Jalwa take it to the table." The girl said after arranging the newly mature nuggets on the plate. "Yes." Yeah." Reply Jihan is still pouring orange juice into a glass that has been neatly arranged on the tray.

"Why is his grandfather's hand on the pull?" Tanya Jihan saw Juma pull the hand of her Papa who was sitting. "Say grandpa wants some tea. Let's go now." Answer the handsome boy. "Now not dong. Breakfast first. You're pulling grandpa's hand. If grandpa falls for me." Said Riza who had just come directly to kiss his wife's cheek.

Jihan ate alone with Juma as usual. "Dad. Juma's bike here is still there?" Ask while chewing. "still. No need to use a bicycle. Just walk away." Answer Riza. "Why?" Juma looked at his father full of question marks. "No papa. Make walking easier if you want to see." The answer. "We're here how long is Ma?" Jihan seemed to think for a moment. "Just be you guys." Answer the woman. "Seriously?" Julian confirm. "Seriously." He nodded in response to his son. "Over time no papa. But at least three days here one of us has asked to go home." Jaffan Sahut. "When how many days do you want?" Jihan asked, realizing that one of her sons was silent. "When I'm following you." Pasrah's answer.

Jihan holds her Papa's hand to enjoy the morning atmosphere in the tea garden. "Street slowly. Will stumble." The woman's reprimand saw her youngest son walking quickly because he was so enthusiastic. "Yes, Mom." Juma replied directly according to. "That's how you are." Said Papa seeing his grandson so obedient to the Mother. "Yes Pa. It is different to his father. Have to give a long speech until the new debate in yain." Riza who walks beside his wife.

Julian and Jason pick tea with Jihan and her other siblings. "Pick the shoot. That's the best." The word Jihan justifies. "Oh. So yeah. Can it be brewed directly?" Ask Julian. "Can if brother doyan. I'm a ogah." Answer Jaffan. "Why?" Jihan looked at Jason with a smile. "Jaffan doesn't like green tea. It feels weird to say." Answer the woman. "But if you are curious, you can try. Drink the same grandpa, Grandpa likes green tea." Said Jalwa giving advice in response to a nod.

Riza approached his wife who was still busy peeling cassava while the others were already resting in their rooms after lunch. "There is a. Her request is strange. Bother." The man felt sorry for his wife. He then sat down and helped. "Aren't you sleeping?" Ask Jihan. "Where can I sleep while you still bother like this Deck." The answer. Jihan sighed. He is also tired in fact but his son who wants him as much as possible also obeys the child.

Dika came to help his father and mother. Riza and Jihan peeled cassava while Dika helped peel corn. "You used to peel corn?" Tanya Riza saw her son so deftly. "It used to be while working in the market Well." The answer. "Have you ever worked in the market?" Ask again. "Earlier. The week before I met Dad and Mom working in the market was Dika's own will rather than begging." Riza nodded listening to her son's reply. "What work, baby?" Now Jihan asked. "Serabutan Ma'am. Help over here. But Dika who often work at the vegetable seller. Tidy vegetables. Throw away the rotten ones and peel the corn like this." Evidently.

Jihan knocked on Dika's room door. "Mother." Said the teenager opened the door while smiling at the arrival of his mother. "Mom can come in?" Ask Jihan. "Come on Ma'am." He answered with the woman's hand to go inside.

The two sat together on the balcony of the room enjoying such a beautiful view from up there. "When I never felt any of this. It's like a dream, Mom. Dika only realized that the creation of God and all his destiny is so beautiful. Before I met Mom and Dad, everything in life was only pain and suffering. Thank you for changing my life." Say it while crying. Jihan did not answer choosing to hug and calm her son. "You're Mom's son. I'm glad you're happy." Said Jihan rubbing the teenager's back gently. "The. Mom wants to ask you something. Are you uncomfortable with family? You mean with your brother's brother?" Ask Jihan. Dika looked up at his mother. Lying if you feel comfortable. However, there must be a sense of awkwardness, shyness and inferiority. But Dika did not want to burden the mind of a woman who was so kind and attentive to him. He prefers to smile and then shake. "Don't lie." Jihan continued to insist unwillingly to make him express what he felt. "When comfortable Mom. Everything is good with Dika. It's just that Dika is awkward and inferior. If Jason and Julian's brother weren't Mom's but they were rich and educated kids. While Dika, Dika is just a child who......" Jihan shook her head to make her son not continue. "Everything is the same, son. Mother did not distinguish. If they are not warm with you please be understood. They do not distinguish. But they need to adapt to new people. So Dika does not need to be inferior and think like that." Jihan said it.