The Waiting of Love Ustadz Riza

Lectured

"Where the hell is Dek?" Riza asked during a hot day like this her hand was pulled Jihan out of the house. "Begging the young coconut ice in front of it lo." The answer made the man stand on the spot. Not healed from a cold his wife even asked for ice. "No. You haven't cured a cold even ask for all young coconut ice." Riza's reply made his wife whine. "Both days cannot drink ice. Hot like this, Lo Mas. I want some ice." He said as he looked at Riza who threw away his face did not want to melt with his wife's expression when asking.

Breathing blurred from Riza's mouth. Can not be firm on the establishment of the man finally obey the wife to buy young coconut ice on the road to the house. "You know what Mas is." Jihan is attracted to other foods when she gets there. "Frymen? Not ah. Cough you later. Already participated in buying coconut ice no asking for fried everything." Answer Riza. "Bakso if that." Jihan switched. "Home on. Get me Auntie." Firmly Riza made the woman pout. "Marrel." His grunt. "Not a Deck stingy. I just don't want you to get sick." He patiently gave understanding to Jihan who was sulking.

A bowl of meatballs has been served in front of Jihan talking with a glass of coconut ice that she bought earlier. Riza before going home did tell Bibi to prepare meatballs for his wife so when she got home she could eat right away. "Where's the Deck going?" Riza asked as Jihan stood up from sitting down. "Take the saus." The answer. "Sit. There's no sausage or sambal." He pulled his wife's hand slowly so she could sit back. "Eat the white meatballs like this." His protest. "Love soy sauce let it be black." Riza's reply made Jihan cluck. "Let's eat. Do not dispute the husband. What did you do for your own good." Riza kissed his wife's pouting lips. The man started cutting the meatballs into pieces and then bribed it to Jihan.

"This is good. Eating on a husband's riddho also tastes good, right? Try if you eat like that it must be a stomachache." Riza started to lecture his wife. "So if I eat like that you doain ugly ugly?" Jihan asked annoyed. "Astagfirullah ya dong Dek. Masa Mas baga doain you ugly ugly. I mean, Mas will always give your permission to eat if the food is not harmful to your health so there is no effect. If you steal the opportunity to eat a meal that is not Mas Ridho I will be sick because the food is not good for your health." Riza was obviously so patient. "Lagian Adek also likes to break the husband's words anyway." Added further. "Many rules anyway." Answer Jihan slowly.

At 9 pm Riza just came home to fill out a lecture. The man rushed to the room to see his wife. Jihan sneezed since this afternoon so she couldn't accompany Riza. "Where are you?" He looked at the child who had just come out of the room. "Already lightened. I was drinking anget tea with the same medicine." Answer Jaffan. "Aren't you going to eat?" Riza saw that the bowl of porridge that Jason was carrying was still intact. "No porridge, Dad. But I ate bread." Julian. "Well, I'm eating too." Jalwa. "Jas. I'll go in first." The man rushed into the room.

Riza approached his wife who was lying in bed with Juma and his father-in-law. "Thank you Pa was taken care of. Papa rest. It's already night." The middle-aged man nodded. He said goodbye after peeping his daughter's forehead. "The pill again. It must have been ice this afternoon." Said Riza taking off her pecans and then lying down with his wife and youngest child. "You don't eat Deck?" Ask while rubbing the wife's cheek. "eat bread. It's full." Answer Jihan. "Mom doesn't want to porridge." Said Juma. "Don't be hard eating gini dong Dek. Your late condition is often sick make Mas anxious." He looked at his wife who still looked pale. Doctor Jihan said she was sick, but Riza was still anxious because she had trouble eating.