The Waiting of Love Ustadz Riza
The Empty Heart
"We don't buy by? I want to give to the employees." Said Jihan who was sitting alone with her husband. Riza smiled in response to the wife. "What do you want to buy hm?" The man asked while gently stroking his wife's head. "No idea. The real one here is you. Who knows the food here, you are. My time." His reply then immediately stepped away after picking up his phone on the table.
Riza only watched his wife who was replying to a message with someone while smiling. "You chat and who the hell is Dek? It's exciting." The man asked, making his wife look. "Not who is who." Jihan put down her phone and lay down on the carpet. Riza raised his wife's head and put it on his thigh for a cushion. He began to gently stroke Jihan's head while praying for good good. "Sir." He was only answered by Deheman. "How many children do you want?" Riza's question made Jihan instantly open her eyes. The woman looked at her husband who was staring at her as well. "You want to have a child?" Ask Jihan. Riza nodded with a smile. "I didn't think about it." Jihan said making her husband change expression instantly. "meaning?" Riza needs clarity now. "We marry according to the will and also live the household life as usual. What's again? Besides I wasn't thinking." Answer Jihan. "Aren't there me in your heart? Then why do you always serve me if I ask?" Jihan sat her body looking at her husband's bead inside. "I carry out my duty and nothing more. For love...I don't have it. My heart was never filled by anyone." The woman hurried away leaving Riza who was staring at ya nanar then sighed slowly. Maybe he should understand his young wife and his many dreams. The man tried to understand the wife who was not ready to be a mother.
"Sir." Call Riza gently while hugging the woman who is busy with her phone. "I'm going to the bathroom first. To pee." She said she left her husband. Riza grabbed his wife's phone. "Not in the key." Murmured the man while opening the chat history. "No male names. Reply messages with Meta." His murmur put back Jihan's phone.
Jihan sat on a large rock near a clear flowing river. The woman seemed happy to observe such a beautiful and cool scene because it was far from pollution. "When I came home to teach, I must have stopped by here." Riza started telling stories. "Now it is very rare for children to play in rivers and rice fields. I was a kid when people played water or caught fish. The atmosphere was peaceful and familial because many elders were nurturing. But they are dead of age. So there is no longer any discourse from the Mbah." Further. "Change what is it?" Ask Jihan. "That's an old man. Grandpa or grandma." His reply made Jihan nod in understanding. "There's a call from Mother Dek." Riza told the wife. "Yes lift it up there. Lift it far away." Said Jihan. The man nodded then left after telling his wife not where. "Why brother?" Ask Mark. "Cuman wants to use the water. It's cold." Jihan did not stay still in place.
Riza held her istir feet while smearing the itchy medicine. Jihan's feet were red and itchy after coming out of the river earlier. "Can't say don't be like that. Why don't you listen." Said the man while holding back his annoyance from Worrying. "The name is curious too." Riza was anxious with his wife who could always answer. "When do we get home?" Ask Jihan. "Tomorrow we'll go home." Riza responded to his wife.
