The Waiting of Love Ustadz Riza

Must Be Patient Much

The morning after her husband left Jihan went to Meta's house. The woman got off the taxi and walked with her cane to the porch. He knocked on the door a few times until it opened. The figure of the woman immediately rushed to hug him tightly. "Why come here? It's still not healed. I was also fromarisana yesterday. Time is gone." Meta leads Jihan to go inside. "Haishis...Not kangen. Just bored at home. I'm going to Papa's house but I'm not. Afraid of Omel." He said, sitting with his heart.

Jihan is bored. "Break yuk. I'd like to learn to make a market snack that you brought yesterday." His words made Meta sigh. "No material." The answer is that Jihan sitting quietly is not like that. He was worried because his sister was pregnant, fasting and also his legs hurt. Jihan did not feel burdened even people around who were confused by the fog guarding her. "I have the ingredients. In front of the house. Just delivered." His words made Meta round his eyes.

Meta sighed Jihan did not play with her words. He's upset with Jihan. Unyel Unyel but pregnant. Wanted to be kicked out but baby. Meta doesn't know how to deal with it. "I can't make it." Meta already said with the last reason. "I have a recipe. Already let's hurry don't be lazy." He said walking slowly towards the kitchen followed by Meta behind him who was carrying groceries.

Jihan just sat down to make a cake while paying attention to the recipe. While the wara wiri only Meta only. The woman swiftly picked up all the necessities Jihan wanted. "Yourf...." He said he sat down after everything was put in the oven and steamed. "Have you given your husband permission?" Meta asks the basic questions that should have been asked earlier. But so surprised Jihan came He forgot. "No. If permission is not given permission dong." Reply Jihan casually.

Rudi approached his wife who was busy in the kitchen

"Not much." Said Rudi observing a table full of food. "The making of the yeast. It was left that way." Answer Meta. "Sister was from here, Ma?" Ask Lita and Gita. "Yes. But it's home." Meta was busy wrapping the cake to share with his neighbors. "yeah. We didn't meet."The complaints of the two made the husband and wife shake their heads.

Riza sighed watching his wife who was sleeping casually with Mark while watching the movie. He had scolded Jihan but it felt right ear out left ear. The proof was that the woman was ordinary there was no fear of her at all. So Jihan's husband must be patient and airy chest to face his beautiful and unique wife. Riza was aware of that. This morning he had given a long chatter and chatted at length so that his wife sat quietly at home, not where because her legs were sick. You know it's from Meta's house. "What the hell is Mas?" Jihan is upset by herself for her long nose and keeps pulling Riza. "Just repeat again." His words made Jihan roll her eyes lazily. "Where did I go. Just to Kak Meta's house. You shitty husband." His grunts are still heard by the husband. "What did you say Deck?" Riza's question pulled the woman's ear slowly. "No. No papa, though." Quickly answer. "Ep...Mas." Call Jihan to look up at Riza who was holding her head. Well if this is Mark and Riza also know Jihan is wanting something. "Yes. Want what?" Riza asked gently as she rubbed his wife's head. "You need boiled corn. The sales near the minimarket are still there, right?" Riza nodded with a smile. "still. It's a little afternoon now. Can it again fast. Buy it later." Riza kissed the head of his wife. Want to be angry anything can not. I don't know where the source of patience came from to face his wife who was a lot of behavior and stubborn.