The Waiting of Love Ustadz Riza

Increasingly Deaf

Jihan just got to her apartment. The girl with an expression that was still flat looked at her family who were gathering at the door. "Where are you?" Ask Dad to hold back emotions. "From outside." He opened the door and rushed in.

"This was your job all along?" He asked while scattering something from the brown envelope. Jihan stared at one photo that fell in front of her feet. He sighed because his father was still spying on him. Evidently from the photo shot it was seen He was drunk at the club'. "I told you to stop following me." Said the girl while turning her body staring at all. "Sir. Your outrageous. Shame the family. Want to be inaro where this self-esteem is. We're from a good family but you're drunk in a place like this." Jaafar then closed his mouth. The young man only realized that his words were so piercing his sister's heart. Jihan chuckles. "Who knows I'm your family? No one knows, right? so why be ashamed? Lucky you didn't dump me? congratuations. That's the right decision." Jihan said calmly. "Sir.."Mother started crying. "Why? absolutely true. I didn't have anyone after grandma died." He spoke with a higher tone. "Places...." The sound of a slap made them shocked. Jihan straightened her gaze with a bruised cheek and a bloody lip corner. His father's palm landed smoothly on the girl's cheek tightly a few seconds ago. "Sir..." Dad cursed his stupidity. "Get out." Reply Jihan coldly. "Sir. Forgive me, Father." The gentleman shed tears while Mother was already crying in her son's arms. "Go out I said. I just want to be alone and calm. Can you stay away." Said Jihan stepping into her room. "You're selfish." Mother passed away leaving them.

A few days passed. Jihan completely shut down her access from the family. The girl avoided it as much as possible when her family searched. It was early in the morning and he was in front of Meta's house. "Gosh my god." Meta Shocked when opening the door. "Where's Lita?" Ask him to barge in without welcome. "Sister." Shouted the little girl scurrying to welcome the arrival of Jihan. "Morning has appeared. Rich vegetable." Meta sneers. "Belvin. Let's be ready." Jihan said making the two look at each other.

Meta stared at the astonishment of the car in front of him. They had walked quite a distance to where Jihan parked the car. "This is your brother's car?" Ask Lita. "Car rental." He answered carelessly while opening the door allowing the two to enter. "Please Madam." The candanya made Meta snort miserably.

The car has been parked seamlessly in the apartment basment. Jihan and Meta descend while carrying groceries into the elevator. "I don't eat tofu. You live in such a luxurious apartment." Sindir Meta's. "Pinjem apartment." Reply Jihan while chuckling.

Meta approached Jihan who was busy in the kitchen. "I helped you." He quickly refused, however. "Nanti salting. No need to." The answer made Meta snort miserably. "Thank you for bringing me home. If I can't be a spectacle." He said while chuckling. "It's just relaxing." Answer the meta while smiling. Good girl, but darling she's not happy. Inner meta while observing the motion of Jihan.

They ate together after the meal was ready. "You want to keep working like that?" Tanya Jihan made Meta smile. "No. I want a better life for my daughter. So that when he grows up he will not be ashamed of his mother's work. So whatever I want. Just not in such a haraam place." Answer Meta. "Just work in my place" said Jihan, making the woman look up. "I have a simple restaurant. Work there if you want." Bargainly. "I'm not good to keep bothering you." Honestly Meta felt bad for Jihan's kindness. "Look easy. I don't feel bothered at all." He smiled while looking at his new friend.

"Sorry Mas. Jihan hasn't been to a restaurant in a few days. Ma'am Jihan just gave us instructions via group chat." A waitress replied to Riza. He was looking for Jihan to talk about something. "Do you know the address? Or where does he usually go?" Riza was trying to dig up information. "I know the apartment. Yesterday I delivered the financial statements there. But security said Ma'am Jihan's out." Honest answer. "Yesterday I wasn't there either." Riza did not ask again and then immediately said goodbye after getting Jihan's mobile number.

Riza had gotten into the car calling Jihan's number many times but was not picked up. He sighed then put his phone in his pants pocket. The man started the engine of his car and then slowly left the parking lot.