The Waiting of Love Ustadz Riza

Third Man

Jihan is on her way to her youngest child's school. "Chicken noodles." The conscious woman looked out the window of the car. Riza just smiled little did not intend to buy his wife for fear of stomach acid Jihan will relapse if eating carelessly. "Blak." He said again but also did not respond to the husband. "No Deck." Riza replied in the end after the wife chattered for a long time. "Again, you." Jihan looked at her husband but was only responded to by the man's arm. "Eating fruit? I brought it." Said Riza. "No want to Mas. Bored. I haven't eaten chicken noodles in a long time. Buy yes...." Persuaded it. "Can't Deck. Your stomach ache later." It remains unshakable and remains in principle.

"Mother." Juma hugged her mother who just got out of the car. "Tok Mom's with Dad." Asked the handsome boy because he was usually picked up by his father only. "You're shopping. I'm taking Mommy." Answer Riza. "Let's hurry." Said Jihan holding her son's hand immediately taking him into the car.

Jihan sat in the back with her son. The woman is now helping Juma change clothes. "Dad be a driver if you have." Said Riza while clucking. "Why don't you just bring a driver if you don't want to be a driver." Answer Juma. "Because I want both of you to be the same Mom. If you come along this will fail." Riza sighed. There is only if you want to be alone with his wife. If the third person is a mosquito repellent but does not apply with Juma. As the third he even played the role of the usurper of his wife. That one boy was able to distract Jihan.

At the supermarket, Jihan chooses her son's assisted groceries while Riza pushes the trolley along. "Don't buy that Deck. That's a lot of MSG. Not good for health. The others." Tegur Riza as his wife picks up a package of snacks. Jihan could only resign and put her back on the shelf. "It can be, right?" Tanya Jihan showed me a fish cracker. "Can." Riza replied smilingly and then peeked at his wife. "Mothers. Juma wants that." Point it at the popcorn on the top shelf. "Let's choose for yourself. Buy it for brother." Jihan cradled her son letting the handsome boy choose for himself.

Jason, Julian, Jalwa and Jaffan helped his father bring groceries. "Popcorn Juma." Juma returned to the car to pick up the popcorn. "Bring your bag too. Don't make it to nighttime tell Daddy to take it." Said Riza reminding her son who carelessly put the goods.

Riza is busy in the kitchen. The man was making a roasted tape for his wife. "What did you do first?" Jihan asked as she opened the refrigerator to fetch some drinking water. "Bikin roasted tape. Still not ripe in the oven." He answered while hugging the wife and giving a kiss full of love on the beautiful face of the woman. "You didn't want to eat that. Let's eat first. Prepare it." He then led his wife to sit in wait.

"It's ready." Riza sat next to Jihan after putting the soft rice along with side dishes, fruit salad, and a freshly cooked roasted tape. "Mas. Eat soft rice every day. Bosnians." Jihan's complaint was so heartless staring at her food menu. Since he recovered he was not given much freedom by Riza to cook. Jihan can only cook. It's true that it's just cooking. For the business of preparing spices, cutting and so on in preparing Auntie. And also rice. Riza told Bibi to cook two kinds of rice. One was ordinary and one was gentle to Jihan. "Your stomach can't eat rough. Eat it eat fine rice like this." Riza replied as she poured the soup into her wife's eating bowl. "Let's eat." He began to feed Jihan so painstakingly while answering all the protests that the woman had filed.

"It's full already." Said Jihan asking her husband to stop feeding her. "New four Deck bribes. You can't be like this. Your stomach will recur later. Let's eat again." Persuade him but Jihan still does not want to. Riza sighed. He resigned if it was like this. Want to be forced after all if his wife does not want it will be so until later.

At midnight Jihan got scolded by her husband because from this afternoon she sneezed sneezing but did not want to take medicine. "Most people drink ice water like this. So it's a cold." Said the man quietly for fear that the sleeping Juma would wake up. Riza helped his wife take medicine. "Don't drink most ice Decks. Colds like this now." He rubbed Jihan's red nose and gently kissed her wife's little forehead and lips. "Cold it." Complain Jihan. "Let's go to sleep again." Take Riza. The man shifted Juma some distance away then lay behind his wife while hugging the woman tightly.