The Waiting of Love Ustadz Riza
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Mark sighed watching Riza realize that pacing back and forth would not stop. "So why the hell?" Riza did not answer and sat down next to her sister-in-law. "Contact not in the lift." His grunts while trying again. "It's 6 o'clock. There at 12 p.m. Not in dong lift. The most pregnant also sleep." Mark's words made Riza feel stupid. He was so scared he couldn't see the time. If Jihan knew it would definitely be ridiculed because of this silliness. "Have it.Wait for later." Mark said and left his own brother-in-law.
Rather than continue to be upset like ABG who is dating because he misses Riza choosing to go to her shop only. The man heats the car for a bit then goes slowly away leaving the yard. While Mark. He chose to laze at home while waiting for the right time to contact his brother.
6 O'clock in London.
Jihan just had breakfast after a short walk in the back garden. He grabbed his phone and immediately picked up a video call from his sister. "Sister." Mark seemed to take a seat while smiling with excitement. "Hm. What's up?" Ask Jihan as usual. "Same time my own sister so. The female tiger. There's no sweetness." His grunts can still be heard by his brother. "What did you say? Just be careful when you come home. Big brother pull your ears to pieces." His words are full of emphasis. "Hehehe. Brother's sister was so. I'm a miss." Jihan sighed looking at her sister's behavior. "So don't ask where Riza is?" Mark asked in wonder. "No. Least too. He called and sent a lot of messages last night. My sister is sleeping." Jihan replied as she fed the pancake piece to her mouth. "Silver is like a psychic. Brother didn't call back?" Jihan shook her head. "So his wife had no initiative at all. Brother no pity what from yesterday he's riled up like a pubescent boy in love." Mark chuckled considering his careless brother.
A woman came down the stairs to two guests who were waiting for her. "Dam." Christin stands hugging his best friend and introduces Jihan to someone. "Alane. Don't dumbfounded. She is beautiful. But they're married." Christina reminded her friend. "Ah yes." The man let go of his hand that was shaking with Jihan. "Please sit down." Said the pregnant woman with a smile and then told the waiter to bring her a drink and a snack.
"So this Alan is the friend I told you about yesterday. He's a forensic graphologist who'll identify the letter." Christin said as he put his cup on the table. Jihan nodded then looked at the man who was in front of her. "I've received that letter from Christin. Laymen will see the writing is exactly the same as your grandmother's writing. But I think different. Further analysis will be carried out in detail." Evidently. "How long does it take?" Jihan's question made the man shake slowly. "One Week is a possibility. It took me a week to finish." Answer Alan. "I'm home tomorrow." the woman muttered softly as she leaned her back against the sofa. "Where's your smart brain? It can be sent." Christin said while grunting. "Ah. Yes, too." Jihan nodded confirming what her best friend had said.
Only Jihan and Christina left because Alan had said goodbye first. "What would we do if the results were as you thought?" Ask the woman while holding her best friend's hand. "Something." Answer Jihan briefly. He was confused as to what step he would take next. "Whatever you're gonna do. Think mature mature." His words got a nod. "Although I'm always on a side. But for a matter like this I won't act fast." He answered while breathing.
