The Waiting of Love Ustadz Riza

Wandering

Jihan entered her daughter's room. The woman sat slowly on the edge of the bed. "Drink first." His speech gives herbal medicine packaging to relieve menstrual pain. Jalwa nodded then immediately sat down and drank the herbs given by his mother. "Here you are also like Jalwa often have abdominal pain during menstruation like this?" Ask while leaning on the headboard of the bed. "Not really. But it's never." Reply Jihan compressed her daughter's stomach with warm water.

Jalwa asked his mother to accompany him to sleep. The girl had already locked the door so that her other father and brother would not interfere. "Young mother how the hell?" He lay down and hugged his mother. "Not a single story you must have heard from grandpa." Answer Jihan. "Mothers. How does it feel in a match? Did you love Dad firsthand?" He's looking for another topic. "Yes it feels weird. But inevitably it has to be run. Early marriage feels very difficult but long used to it by itself. Mother used to be an uracan. But I also know about the law so Mom since the first time has been very trying to be a good wife for Dad. I'm still learning and I'm patiently there for you. Mother was not in love. Everyone needs to know each other. New mom really believes that Mom loves Dad that you're the same brother you've been there. But exactly when did you forget." Jihan told her daughter at length.

"Mothers. Do you still have pain because you were neglected with your family?" Ask Jalwa. Jihan sighed. "The name of the pain is still there baby. I think everyone in the position of Mother will also feel so. But it all depends on how we handle it. Let them be so as long as we don't. Everything is arranged by God. We just have to believe that all his destiny is good. Mother is given a life like this there must also be wisdom behind it. It is evident that now Mom is happy. I have a husband and son who love my mother. Having a family that loves you doesn't even have a blood relationship between us." Clearly Jihan while rubbing her daughter's cheek. "Tomorrow if you have a child don't hurt once in a while. Make a good impression. Just nagging is natural as long as it is not excessive. If you play hands, do not. It will set a bad example and also make the child grow accustomed to violence. Nor is it impossible to do it later. Just give advice if it is wrong, the child will understand. If you're angry. Like Juma so. He'll correct himself." Continue to give advice.

Jihan just woke up from her sleep. He moved slowly after peeping his daughter's forehead. "Astag." The woman was surprised to get a close hug from her husband and youngest son. "Mom's looking for where it turns out to be here." Said Juma still with a position to hug his mother. "You're the compote if you're surprised." He answered while breathing.

"You need cold milk." Said Juma sitting next to his mother. "Son't get. Want anything?" Ask Jason. "Biscuit chocolate." Answer added. "Your teeth haven't been dislodged as well?" The handsome boy shook his head in response to his father. "Here's Dad sniping." Juma instantly shut his mouth with both hands. "If you don't want to eat, it's hard." Further. "Don't be forced if you don't." Tegur Jihan saw her husband kept pressing. The man likes to tease Juma and Juma as well as his father. If asked to take sides, Jihan will not choose either of the two.

Jason placed a cold milk box and chocolate biscuits in front of his sister. "Thank you." Said Juma. "The same." The handsome teenager answered and sat down to join his brother and his parents after serving a bowl of ice doger in front of each person. "Who did you learn from?" Tanya Jihan started drinking it. "See recipes on the internet. Is it good, Mom?" The woman nodded in response to Jaffan.

"Mothers. It hurts." Juma put the biscuits back. "And Dad told you to just unplug it." Answer Riza. "In a small potecin. So Juma doesn't need to bite." Jihan split her biscuits into pieces and then fed them to her son. "When do you eat rice, eat chicken, eat meat? Pain dong. Let me spend it later." Riza started teasing her son. "Kan's in Mom's bribe. Juma doesn't need to bite." Answer the handsome boy. "Then eat by yourself. Don't ask for it in Mom's bribe." Riza clasping his wife's hand prevented the woman from continuing to feed Juma. "Mas. Older people don't want to lose to children." Reproof Jihan. "Design just keep Juma." Riza pouted turning her face away. "Tantrum rich little boy. You are Mas." She did not think about her husband.