The Waiting of Love Ustadz Riza
Insinuated
Riza just returned from the mosque finished performing dawn prayers. The man entered the room and saw his wife folding her face. He smiled then walked over to Jihan and hugged her tightly. "Why?" Riza shakes. It's nothing. He just wanted to hug. "I'm going to cook for breakfast. It will be in." Jihan slightly pushed her husband's body to stretch. "Kiss first." At dawn the man had made his wife's face twice full of kisses and began to wake up earlier as well.
It didn't take long. Fried rice with egg rolls and sausage is now served on the dining table. "Well. Let's have breakfast." Said Jihan seeing the arrival of her husband and sister. "Wear my deck." Said the man while sitting in his chair. "Yes." Yeah." The woman began to grab a long unpatterned cloth from her husband's hand and then draped it outside the collar of Riza's shirt. "Sister. I'm confused as to what activities."Mark said arriving to vent. "Why confused?" Jihan asked as if making the teenager sigh. A classic and unqualified question. The female tiger is so. Not creative at all when talking. "If I participate in nature lovers activities how?" He asked himself and the husband and wife in front of him. "Whoa. I used to go hiking just got sick. Want a style of style follow nature lovers. Gaushah. Later the brother who was told to pick you up if there's anything." Reply Jihan then sat down after finishing her activities. "Follow basketball there or whatever is important do not smell the smell of nature and adventure that. Doesn't fit in with you." Add it again while preparing a meal for the husband and sister. "Not come ah then." He said desperately. "Eh...Older brother. I used to want to wait for my brother to come home basketball exkul I saw you brother kissed brother Martin." Mark's words made Riza choke. "Ati ati Mas." Jihan patted her husband's back. "Kiss?" The man asked and both nodded compactly. "On the forehead. Don't be weird. It's common there. You're the one who misplaced the story here." Jihan's sadness with her sister.
Jihan was already preparing with her casual clothes. Today he will visit the farm. The woman just remembered if the Eid run out is the harvest time. But the papa just brought the fruit here. He doesn't accept. Want to also feel the picking itself from the garden.
A car parked seamlessly in a simple wooden house. A middle-aged man stopped his chatter with several people then immediately approached the figure of a woman who had just been stolen. Instead of hugging as usual this time the man was more interested in twisting his daughter's ears first. "Papa said don't come here. Where's the driver himself. Where's your husband?" The omelnya will have long tail. "Again Pa. I'm still home." He said to release the hand from his ear and then took the hand to be invited to walk together. "You're it. It's always." Inevitably her Papa could only sigh at Jihan's behavior.
Elsewhere Riza just got out of class. The man headed straight to his room to contact his wife. "Pa Riza." Call someone to walk quickly to the man. "Panji sir." Riza replied with a smile. "We have a meeting, sir. Come onl. Everything is waiting." Bring along. Riza nodded then started following Panji's footsteps.
Everyone has gathered. Only a few come because they will discuss the work plan assigned to them. Riza was forced to sit in front of Zahra as only that seat remained. During the meeting the girl did not stop stealing glances at the man in front of her until others also reminded her to focus on the discussion. "please focus. Here we want the discussion not to disturb the married man." Sindir the female lecturer who became the chairman of the meeting this time.
