The Waiting of Love Ustadz Riza
First Day in London
Morning in London.
Jihan let her husband sleep again after the dawn prayer. The man vomited along the way. People say they are air drunk. This is the first time Riza has been on a plane. Jihan was astonished. The facilities on the plane are quite comfortable even very comfortable but somehow her husband can be so. Maybe because the first time yes.he was a bit groggy so yeah that's it.
Two people were having breakfast together in a luxurious dining room. "Sister Riza is still sick?" Ask Mark. "Still asleep. It's not sick anymore. But maybe his body is still limp. Finish breakfast. Brother prepare breakfast for him first." The woman replied with a nod by her sister.
On the other hand Riza had just woken up from her sleep. The man sat down while leaning against the headboard of the bed. He did not expect his wife to be this rich. Eh no. - meaning Jihan is rich but never terbesit in his mind the wife has a mansion of this size. Instead of what, the mansion that was now in his place was even three times the size of his large house-in-law. Just imagine. Said the wife is the relics of the grandmother as well as her childhood home. If this is why work for college? Well if asked so Jihan will answer not to depend on others. Self-reliance is important. Yes if the position is always above and is adequate. If not. This is done so that He is accustomed to struggling and struggling not only to enjoy the treasures.
The door of the room opened making Riza look up. The man hurriedly stood up to his wife who was carrying a tray in. "Why bring it here anyway Dek. Kan Mas can go downstairs for breakfast." He took a tray from his wife and invited her to sit down. "No papa. You're still nauseous." The answer. "Not sick." Riza smiled as she rubbed the wife's head. "You ate breakfast first. I'll get the bath water ready first." The man simply nodded according to his wife's wishes.
The car arrived at the cemetery. Three people descended while the driver waited inside. "Come on." Jihan walked ahead of the two. "Heart of the Deck." Riza rushed after his wife. The man was worried that his wife would stumble. "The basis of that one bucin that one so." Mark started to step up.
Jihan sits between two tombs lined up on her knees. The woman placed a bouquet of roses on each headstone. "Jihan comes Cake. Grandparent. Jihan is married and pregnant now. Happy feast day. We used to celebrate together but not anymore. Thanks for taking care of Jihan. Giving an extraordinary life not even given by Jihan's own parents. Grandpa and Grandma who serve the obligations that should be the dependents of Father and Mother Jihan. You guys are amazing. Jihan loves you guys." He said while holding back tears so as not to drip. He doesn't want to look good in front of anyone. Riza and Mark rubbed the woman's shoulders then helped to stand up.
Finished from their graves straight home. "When are we going to the beach, sister?" Mark asked with a lethargic face. "Tomorrow. It's still crowded. I told you too." He answered while sitting next to his sister. "If so, then I'll be as shrewd as I am." He said while standing up from sitting down. "Not far away. Just watch lunch time isn't back yet." Shouted Jihan because the teenager had walked far enough. "Aren't you resting?" Riza asked as she gently rubbed his wife's stomach. "It's another break." Answer the Woman. "I pinched his legs." Jihan clasped her husband's hand while shaking. "No need. I'm not tired at all." Her speech. Riza sighed then embraced the wife's shoulder. The man brought Jihan to lean on his chest which was fielded. "Why are you hanging?" Jehan's chirps felt Riza's heart beating uncharacteristically. "If you are near like this."Answer while chuckling.
Mark hasn't come back since it's lunch time. Riza and Jihan are ready in the dining room. "Where are you? Very long." Said Jihan seeing the teenager just come. "Well, my dear sister. Long time no surgery to be a constant." He said as he kissed Jihan's cheek with anxiety.
