The Waiting of Love Ustadz Riza

Quaver

Riza was accompanying his wife shopping at the mall. The woman will distribute gifts to her employees at the cafe ahead of the holiday which will be counted in a week. "It's complete. There's only ingredients for pastries with jars." Said Jihan inviting her husband to move places.

At home, Jihan rushes to the kitchen to make a cake. Her husband and sister were dropping off groceries. "Would you do anything deck?" Riza's question approached his wife who was preparing the ingredients. Honestly, he was worried that Jihan would be exhausted. But what can be done. Hard willed wife is not able to in about him even with persuasion though. "Nastar, dried brownies, paints, and more." Answer while focusing on the material. "I helped you." Jihan nodded. "I'm also brother." Mark joined in. "You make it while sitting on the deck. Later if you need anything just call Mas." He said as he led his wife to a chair.

In the morning Jihan was at the cafe with her husband. The woman distributed THR and parcels to all employees. "Follow Ma'am. It's a lot." They say so happy. "So I want a hug." Tapping one of them made Jihan smile. "Ouh.come." Everyone took turns hugging pregnant women. "Eh....Which men don't. Just look for an opportunity. Azaghfirullah." Said Riza seeing chef Huda approaching inviting laughter from everyone. "If the hug cannot. Kiss can dong ustadz?" Goda. "Don't try." Reply Riza hugged his wife possessively.

Finished from Cafe Jihan and husband went to Papa's house. The middle-aged man walked over quickly to his daughter who had just got out of the car. "Dear." He said as he hugged Jihan warmly. "Pa's." Riza kissing her in-laws hand made the man smile. "Buihan bring papa's cake." Said the woman making her Papa take off the hug while staring intently. "You made your own?" Ask while holding his chest. "And papa told you not to soy." He then took Jihan's hand to enter the house.

Riza chatted together with her in-laws while the wife still went to the bathroom for a while. "Your wife can't stay still, Za. I must have taken care of her." Said the middle-aged man staring at the pastry box in front of him. "Yes Pa. Riza to the mist." Answer it while chuckling. "But papa salute because of your patience." He said, patting the daughter-in-law's back.

Fifteen minutes into their journey they reached Meta's house. "Assalamualaik." Said Jihan while knocking on the door. "Getishalight." Meta came out with her husband. "Dam. Riza Ustadz. Let's go in." Take Rudi. "Yes. Let's go in." Meta grabbed Jihan's hand. "No. We're just gonna take some cake." Said Jihan then her husband gave the box of cake he brought to Rudi. "yeah. Why don't you stop by first." Complain Meta while hugging his sister. "Noah. Ask to return home mulu daritadi." Said Jihan quipping her husband. "Daritadi has not rested. I'm worried." Said Riza got a nod from the couple's husband and wife. "I agree with Ustadz Riza. Rest. Don't get tired." Meta kissed the pregnant woman's two cheeks before parting ways.

At home, Jihan immediately put her body on the bed. "Not taking a shower on Deck?" Said Riza while bringing a towel for the Wife. "Pulse...Later. You go first." He replies while playing the phone. "yes." Said the man rushing to the bathroom to clean his sultry body.

Riza approached his wife who had fallen asleep. Slowly he gave Jihan a sleeping position with great care. The man cleaned his wife's hands and feet with a wet tissue and then lay down when he was done. His fingers rubbed gently the natural hue on Jihan's cheeks. Riza was very grateful because her life was so happy with the presence of her wife. Although the struggle is not easy but all paid off so sweetly. "Mas love you dear." His murmurs peeked at Jihan's forehead and cheeks alternately.