The Waiting of Love Ustadz Riza

Whose Son Is He?

The long holiday is over. Everything is back to activity as before. Jihan's legs are better and the cast in her hand has also been removed. The woman was now allowed to use a cane to walk. "Mother really don't we stay?" Ask Jalwa who will go to campus with the others. "No papa. There are a lot of people here. There's Aunt and Grandpa too." Replied Jihan rubbed her daughter's arm. The girl nodded then kissed the mother's hand and forehead followed by her other brother. "If there's anything Ma's calling." Order Jason before you leave.

Riza is still sitting with his wife and youngest child. "Here we go. It's late." She said because her husband did not leave either. Riza looked to sigh then nodded. He kissed his wife's forehead and cheeks and hugged the woman for a long time. "Yeah. Juma wants to say goodbye to Mom." He separated his parents. "Juma's leaving, ma'am." Said the handsome boy doing exactly what his father did but more. "Yes. Take care." Message Jihan kissed her son's forehead lovingly. "You don't be like the Deck. Do not cook or do not do anything. Just sit still. I'm home at 12. What do you want to call Auntie." Riza's message kissed his wife's forehead again and then immediately took his son to leave after saying hello.

Papa saw his daughter looked riled up. The woman then stood with her wand. "Where are you going?" Ask Papa. "Bosen Pa. Go to the kitchen." Answer Jihan. "Sit down." He didn't want his daughter to do something in the kitchen yesterday. "Pa's." Complain Jihan looked at her Papa expectantly. "You against the old man? Sit over. Wonderful, I can't sit still. Your condition has not healed properly. Yesterday was also of some kind. If your husband and your child at home must also be lectured." The omelette made Jihan sit back. "Look that manyun is exactly Juma." He saw the woman pouting. "O Papa." Pesil Jihan. He's really bored of not doing anything like this. Cooking can't be anything can't be. His hands can be used. Just eat her husband was still insisting on feeding. Shower, change clothes and wash her face Jihan must wait for her husband. If she is not ready, she will listen to her husband's inexhaustible babble. "Dear." Call Papa to see his daughter daydreaming. "What's the matter Pa?" The answer. "What is your relationship with Mark?" Jihan looked at her father with a smile. "Thank God, everything is good Pa. But also not like before. I already have a family. Jihan and Mark have each other's lives." Honest answer.

Riza had just returned straight to her room after telling Juma to change clothes. The man smiled looking at Jihan who was fast asleep on the sofa still holding her phone. He slowly picked up the flat object and placed it on the table.

Riza sighed to see Juma had fallen asleep while hugging his mother. Even worse, the youngest child was still wearing school uniforms. "It's true." Grousers Riza. Unable to wake his wife, the man chose to wait until Jihan woke up on her own.

An hour more passed. Riza just came out of the walk in closet directly approached his wife and son who had been awake. "Why haven't you changed your clothes?" Tanya Jihan who was now sitting leaning on the headboard of the bed. "If you want to sleep, change clothes first." Continue to give advice. "So I told you to change Deck. Bad boys don't want to shrink." His words come to sit joined while holding a tray filled with food. "Let's eat first. You haven't taken your medicine. Should've been drinking since." Said Riza. "Still full." Reply Jihan refused subtly. "Where can that be. Must eat. Let's eat." He forced his wife. "Juma's been eating?" Jihan asked was answered by the handsome boy. "Let's eat with Mom." Bring along. Riza is now not only feeding his wife but also Juma's children.

"Dad. Don't want the leaves." Complain Juma. "Ogah I told you to split apart." Answer Riza. "The same as the child himself so." Reproof Jihan. "The same father does." Not to be outdone he reversed his wife's statement. "Can answer." Jihan murmured to take the spoon that Riza was holding. He separated the chives and fed Juma. "Mother is understanding." Juma said while hugging her mother. "If you eat, don't be too much. Suck later. I haven't had a bath, haven't changed clothes, I'm asleep, I'm eating. Whose son is it?" Riza nags her son. "Mother's son if you don't want to. It was me who gave birth to Juma." His reply made Riza cluck while the wife laughed. "And Dad made it." Riza's voice made Jihan hit the man's arm softly because he was carelessly talking. "It's really my Deck that made you." Riza is not to blame. "Mouth is...Ask for it in plaster..." Jihan growled because her husband made it clear.