The Waiting of Love Ustadz Riza
Spicy Mouth Jaafar
Riza just arrived home immediately looking for the whereabouts of his wife. "Mark. Brother where?" The man asked because he had searched but could not find. "Again to minimarket buy something. I was going to deliver it not. He's on foot." Answer explains. "Roman?" Riza asked in response to a nod. The man rushed out to find his wife. "Bumil buy what a long time ago." grumbled Riza along the way.
"Sir." Call Riza to his wife. The man immediately took two bags of crackle that was being guarded by the wife. "What are you doing?" Ask Jihan in wonder. "Fetch you. Mark said you were shopping from there not coming home. Do not carry heavy weight. You can wait for me to come home." The man said while offsetting Jihan's steps. "Don't hurry the Deck. You'll stumble."
Jihan and Riza have arrived at home directly arranging the groceries in the kitchen. "Sir. We were invited to dinner at Mother's house with Mark as well. Come on yes." Pinta Riza sounds like a wish. "Look at it later." Reply to Jihan while putting some UHT milk in the refrigerator. "He said everything to kangen is the same to you" said Riza to convey what her in-laws said. "And he still said it's not necessarily yes." Jihan could always answer making her husband anxious.
At night Jihan and Mark were ready just waiting for Riza who still did not come down. "Ngapain anyway. Her dress is long. The feeling of the shirt I've prepared." The woman began to nag at the arrival of her husband. "Still find my phone Dek." Riza smiled immediately holding the hand of the beautiful woman.
"Sir. Sitting in front of here why the hell?" Riza protests because the wife chose to sit in the back with Mark. The driver had to sit alone in front. "No. If I don't accept it, I won't go." Threatening Jihan made her Husband silent for a moment. The man could only be patient and started driving his car out of the yard.
The Al Rashid residence.
They had dinner while chatting except for Mark and Jihan who were silent. Even the woman did not touch her food. "Why Deck? You want another one?" Ask the father and Jihan shakes her head. "Not wanting to eat." Answer's short. "Sir. When will you start wearing a hijab?" Jena tried to talk to the youngest. "don't know. Why why anyway? you shy?" Jihan's words made Jaafar exhale violently. He was aware that he was holding back because his sister's answer was impressed. "Can you be more polite. Indeed indeed. We are ashamed to have a family like you. What do you want?" Jaafar said in the end after being restrained. "good. So now I have a reason not to set foot in this house again." Said Jihan rushing away. They could only look at the back of the woman who was starting to move away. While Jaafar is devoted to his own stupidity because he is unable to control emotions.
They've reached home. "Sir." Call Riza after his wife who has entered first. "Sir." Call him again while blocking the hand of the Wife. "What?" Jihan turned around and looked at Riza. The man immediately carried his wife in his arms. "Don't be sad." He said as he stroked Jihan's back gently. "Sir. Brother is sorry." said Jaafar who was already standing behind his sister-in-law. "I want to rest." Jihan pushes her husband's body and leaves them.
"Prophey brother. Let me talk later." Riza's words calmed her sister-in-law down. "I hurt her again." Jaafar felt guilty. "I'm afraid he really doesn't want to see us anymore." Jaafar said as he sighed. He didn't really mean to talk like that. But his mouth and emotions are not controlled to make him talk without thinking first.
Riza just came out of the bathroom and went to bed with his wife. The woman was already slumbering with a cell phone still in hand. Slowly the man took Jihan's phone with a heart and put it on the nightstand. He kissed his wife's entire face gently and slept while hugging the Wife warmly.
