The Waiting of Love Ustadz Riza

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Riza finished the Ashar Prayer congregated at the mosque near her home. "Ustad." Call a man in his 40s to keep pace. "Sir Amir." Riza smiled. "Tomorrow is not fasting?" Ask the Ustadz. "Wait for the isbath trial sir. There will be an announcement later in the afternoon." Answer Riza. "Semenjak got wife ustadz Segeran yes. Come home again." Mr. Amir said teasingly because he saw the change of Riza. When celibate the man must take the time to chat. But now finished praying Riza immediately shot home. "Yes dong sir. Continued same wife. If you go home spit it's because it brings kangen mulu." Answer while chuckling.

Jihan, Riza and Mark finished the magrib prayers gathered in the living room waiting for the verdict of the Isbath trial broadcast live on TV. " Fast tomorrow." Said Mark. "Yes. You don't fast first Deck. Getting pregnant." Riza is his wife. "Why? The doctor can. I'm going to fast." Well lo, if it's like this Riza can't be struggling anymore. The man could only nod in obedience to the First Lady despite the lingering worry in his heart.

Three people were walking together towards a nearby mosque. Riza actually does not allow Jihan to participate in traweh because she is afraid of fatigue. But what power if the woman had said Riza couldn't change it. "If you're tired of taking a break." His message before parting with his wife. Jihan nodded then immediately joined in the female shaf section.

Jihan reached home immediately approached Mark who had been relaxing while watching. "Don't malem sleep malem. If you are difficult to build up in sahur. Just watch out." The boy made the teenager smile. "Yes my brother's a badass. At 10 o'clock I'm asleep. Brother take it easy." The answer. "What did you say brother?" Jehan ruffled waist. "Bawls. But beautiful and kind too." Mark had already landed his lips smoothly on Jihan's cheeks upset the woman. "Don't pout that way. It will be beautiful, added lo." He shouted as he looked at the back of Jihan who started to climb the stairs.

Riza immediately approached his wife in the room after locking all the doors and windows. "Daddy, is it Dek?" Riza asked as she took off her cocoa shirt and sarong leaving only her boxer pants. The man then sat down next to his wife while giving a spoiled delivery."How are you. The one who has your body asks me." Jihan replied there was a point as well but it was also not right to make her husband anxious. "Ah...The answer is so." Well, now the man starts whining to make Jihan upset. "Not fat. It's kind of full. It used to be skinny." Answer the woman in the end so that the husband immediately stops. "That's why I'm fat at the core." Now he says so. Jihan's lazy to have to serve him again. Riza's attitude was right like a woman who was so worried about her weight. "Why just think about it anyway. If you want a good body, want a sixpack yes go to the gym there." Said Jihan giving her advice. "You like a man whose stomach is a box box so yeah. So if you're like me you don't like." Poh. Riza began to make her own conclusions even though the wife only said. Why put it in the liver. Jihan had to make her husband stop before she said her word. "It's not so. You are not fat. Not sixpack either. Basically proportional. If indeed you are fat, surely your stomach is not as flat as it is now." His words while touching Riza's stomach made the man close his eyes ease to get a touch from the wife. "So don't bother me." She said while pinching her husband's stomach. "Aws...Deck. You've made Mas stand up not to take responsibility." Riza followed his wife to the bed.