The Waiting of Love Ustadz Riza

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Riza stopped her intention of hugging the dress-up wife as Juma's voice shrieked into the room. "Mothers. Juma's leg t-shirt missing one." The boy approached his mother carrying a sock of ash. "Not lost, Juma taro carelessly." Reply Jihan while applying thin powder on her beautiful face. "Try to search first." Riza. "Not seen Dad." Juma replied, sitting next to his mother. "Let's find it."

Jihan searched every compartment and closet but did not find it either. The woman turned to the desk drawer. "If there really is a confusion." He muttered while opening. He sighed. Anxious and want to laugh at the sight of her son's socks tucked between books. "This taro in the drawer must be Juma. It can't be Mom, right?" Jihan asked while shaking her waist. "Meet. Thank you, Mother." He said while hugging the waist of the beautiful woman. "Let's wear it soon. The others are waiting for breakfast." Jihan helps her youngest son to get ready.

"So yells why?" Ask Papa when Jihan and her youngest grandchild come. "The shirt of his leg is tucked." Jihan replied immediately preparing a meal for her husband. "Time in taro in the same drawer of books. If Juma continues so let's be a cockroach nest with a rat's room." Continue to scare nakuti. "Can already be given his own place to taro socks. Why taro is so random." Jaffan nagged his sister. "Forget. Juma's older brother is too." The answer. "Silver. Either Jason or Julian." Jaffan did the defense. "We're not." Answer Both compact. "Sir Jalwa?" Tanya Juma looking for a friend. "Your most beautiful sister." Jihan replied, making her daughter smile. "Don't look for a twin. Let's have breakfast later." Said Jihan sitting down.

After driving Juma to Jihan's school, he went straight to her salon because there was an appointment with Mia. "Tumbens. Usually also tell people to go home if they want treatment." Cerocos Mia who saw her new best friend coming. "Lazy at home." Reply Jihan sit down. "Why are we?" Jihan seemed to think for a moment. "Facial, Spa, Manicure pedicure, same hair cut as well." Answer Jihan. "Foolah. Come on." Mia pulled her best friend's hand to hurry up.

"Where is your relationship?" Ask Mia while enjoying the massage. "Don't the bastard tell you the same story?" Jihan asked back. "What did you say? Goddamned it? Your outrageous." Upset Mia. "Kan Bang Satria's. It's good to call a bastard. Yaudah, don't be so manyun. I call Bang Satria. Tau ah." Answer Jihan." "Talked well Ji." Mia tried to give her best friend a breath of fresh air. "You know for yourself I don't like being lied to the most." Said Jihan while sighing.

"You want to cut how Mommy?" Ask an officer who will handle Jihan's hair. "Not on a shoulder" Ma'am." Answer Jihan. "You want to change colors, too?" He offered. "Where is it..." Jihan looks fond of nimang. "Gearah deh Mbak. Let's stay blond." The answer immediately got a nod.

Riza smiled as she entered the room to see that his wife had fallen asleep in bed with a knee-length negligee that was her home clothes every day. The man approached and sat on the edge of the bed with a heart. His fingers rubbed the soft hue on the wife's cheek. Riza observed Jihan's face that was so beautiful, sparkling. There was no loophole to look for the weakness of the woman. Lucky Riza. Perhaps He will turn away from his perfect rib.

"Mother." Riza silenced her youngest son's mouth. "Mother is sleeping. If you go in, don't yell at me and I'll wake up." He nodded while whispering. "Juma wants to sleep." The answer is also whispering. "Sleep yourself." Riza didn't give permission. "What's wrong?" Tanya Jihan woke up hearing the voice of the conversation of her son and husband. "Juma wants to go to bed, Mom. But you can't." Answer complained. "Come here." The handsome boy immediately ran to the bed to approach his mother.

In the afternoon everyone gathered on the back porch enjoying the fried bananas that were still warm. "Mother's got a haircut?" Jalwa asked only realized. "Yes. Same with aunt Mia." Reply Jihan fed a warm fried banana to Juma. "My me why Dek?" Riza saw his wife's bruised elbow. "Bent the door." Answer Jihan. "Get me some ointment." Said the man immediately hurried over.

Riza approached his wife again. The man directly applied the ointment to Jihan's elbow slowly. "When is this?" Ask. "So." Jihan replied briefly because her heart was still cowering. "Other times the heart." Said Riza while kissing his wife's forehead gently.