The Waiting of Love Ustadz Riza

His wife Ustadz

A waitress who was knocked over by the gopoh approached Jihan who was decorating her cake. "Bak Jihan." Call him while breathing in a mouthful. "Why?" Jihan asked so casually as she continued her work. "Your husband is waiting in front." Meta said before the girl among them delivered. "Well..mbak Meta. I should have said that." His complaint. "Whoa. It's the same." Answer Meta while chuckling. "Buruan sana's. Waiting for your husband." Meta starts teasing Jihan. "Shuttle you. If it breaks just watch out." His words made the two people shut up and continue their work.

Riza smiled as she saw Jihan walking towards her. "What's wrong?" She asked the woman while sitting in front of her husband. "You pick you up. We'll come to school tonight." Riza. "And I haven't said yes. I'm not coming. You're the same Mark who came." Said Jihan while leaning her body on the chair. "Come Deck. Occasional. My own time is coming." Please the man with compassion make all the employees of Jihan eavesdropping eager to laugh. "Heh. Usually so too. You used to bachelorette where alone is also okay." Jihan evasive. "That first. Now I have a wife. Come on." Comeon." Hm....Started whining him. Instead of embarrassed Jihan the woman immediately agreed to it.

A few minutes of their journey had reached home. Riza immediately took his wife to the room after talking to Mark for a while. "God. What'sthis?" Tanya Jihan looked at the box and the paper bag that filled the bed. "That's the full robe with the hijab for you."Riza answered while hugging her wife. "Why so much?" She muttered in wonder because her husband was a man who was shopping. "You'll wear it often. So as not to get bored I bought a lot. You try yes." The man began to pull his wife's hand. "Ah..No. gabe. No. gabe. I'll wear it later if I leave." Resist.

"Sir." Call Riza slowly to his wife who is drinking in the kitchen. "Hm." Reply Jihan cleared her throat. "Do you want me to masakin? I learned yesterday." The bargain made Jihan forced to nod. "start. I'm watching from here. Do not burn the kitchen. Because it's detrimental." Jihan said it made her husband chuckle. The man kissed his wife's cheek and quickly ran towards the refrigerator. "Basic. Habits." Said Jihan while rubbing her slightly wet cheeks. "What's your sister?" Mark sat down to join in. "Let's see the amateur chef cook." The answer made Mark laugh. "That's the fire being reduced. Shake up." Jihan scolds her husband. "Well. That's the spice if sauteing in oseng continue not to be as comfortable as a mute smile." The next thing makes Mark laugh to watch his brother if nagging husband looks very funny.

At night Riza was still waiting for his wife who was choosing clothes. "You just wait under the same Mark." Said Jihan. "alright. I'm waiting downstairs." Said Riza starting to step away after peeking at the wife's cheek. Jihan seemed to pay attention to the neatly lined up robe. "Just use this." The disconnect takes one complete stel with a hijab.

Riza and Mark were amazed to see a woman so beautiful with an ash robe was down the stairs. "Why you? The persambet?" Tanya Jihan resuscitated her second daydream. "You're beautiful." Riza said honestly and Mark nodded in agreement. "Dong dong Darling Hijabnya." The man grabbed the headscarf held by his wife and put it on. "Pretty." Her speech gently stroked Jihan's smooth cheeks. "It has. Let's go before I change my mind." The word Jihan made the two men intoxicated.

Jihan just sat down and occasionally answered questions from the person sitting next to her. Suppose he was with Mark would not be bored. Unfortunately, they sit apart. "Ustadz Riza heard you're married?" Asked the host and the man nodded with a smile. "I'm married and my wife is accompanying me tonight." He said but Jihan did not realize because she was not listening. "Where is his wife?" Ask another show host teasing. "The one sitting in the gray robe was my wife. Beautiful isn't?" Riza's words made all eyes on Jihan. Jihan who realized being the center of attention could only smile kindly while enduring embarrassment. "Yes very pretty. Ustadz was lucky. Ustadz's wife. Can talk for a minute. We want to ask." The words of the host and the pilgrims were also very enthusiastic. Forced Jihan nodded and started walking towards the stage. "Suami laknat." It's in the heart.