Pursuing the Duplicate Love of My Wife
27. Cleanliness is part of faith

"Tomorrow she must be in school, Fa. You'll meet him. Now get ready first, do not let Abi come again to reprimand you," suggested Umi Maryam again. He smiled and stepped out of Syifa's room and closed the door.

'When I don't want to come, I don't like Kak Fahmi, ' he said. Syifa slowly stood up, then raised both of her palms in the air. "Oh Allah, please protect my disciples. Wherever he is. Amen ... Amen, yes Rabbal allamin." Then rubbed his face.

After that Syifa would not want to change her clothes and dress up. Forced, he complied with Abi Hamdan's request.

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"Oh my God, I have to hurry to the hospital" Joe murmured as he stared at his watch which had shown at 7. Soon, he closed the Qur'an. Then close the zipper as well and put it to its original place, which is in the next chair.

Due to the preoccupation with reading, he forgot the time he had to go again to the hospital to see the condition of his son.

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"San, is the operation complete? It went well, right?" joe asked Sandi who was sitting in the front seat of the operating room.

His hand held a fruit parcel and a large paper bag, which contained a toy remote plane.

Sandi turned, then stood up. "Not yet, sir," he replied, shaking his head.

"Nobody came out yet?!" Joe slowly sat down in the long chair.

"No, Sir. Maybe a few more minutes. Excuse me for praying Isya first, yes, sir."

"Yes, San." Joe nodded. Sandi stepped away leaving him.

"Who, what is Joe doing here?!" ask the boy who just walked over. Joe turned his head immediately, and it turned out that the boy was Atta.

"You're Atta, Robert's schoolmate, right?" guess Joe.

"Yes." Yeah." Atta nodded quickly. "But why are you in the hospital? Who's sick?" Then, look towards the operating room. Atta also sat down next to Joe.

"Robert is sick, Ta."

"Oh, what's the pain, Om?" tanyanya.

"Jobbly, Ta," Joe answered lying. I don't know what the reason is, but obviously—Joe also did not want to tell the disease even to Robert once.

"How about we get into the operating room, Om?" Atta asked again, he also seemed to be in disbelief with Joe's answer.

"Yes. The doctor advised him to have surgery" Joe explained.

"Certainly, where is the Shifa? How come you're not here?!" Atta looked around, looking around for the whereabouts of her teacher mother.

"Ngapain Bu Syifa nemenin Om, Ta? He's at his house for sure."

"It's not that she's Om's future wife, is it? Should've nemenin Om here."

"Who's she saying she's a future wife, Om?!" Joe's forehead looked cringing. He stared at Atta's astonishment.

"Robert said that. And Maira said also ... He applied for Ms. Syifa in the school cafeteria."

"Who is Maira, Ta?"

"Our classmates, Om."

"Oh. But Ms. Syifa is not Om's future wife. He has nothing to do with."

"That means Robert lied to me and my friends?"

"Maybe, Robert it's just ...." Joe's words stopped when suddenly the operating room was opened from the inside. Hurrying, he stood up. And so did Atta.

"Are you the guardian of Robert Anderson?" ask a man who wears full blue cloud medical clothing. Also with masks, glasses and head coverings. He is an oncology doctor. Cancer and tumor specialists.

"Thank God, Robert's surgery went well, sir," replied the doctor, who let Joe breathe a sigh of relief. "We just wait for him to wake up. But I still have to monitor the state of the cancer, sir. So for the next few days ... Robert is recommended to be hospitalized."

"All right, Doc." Joe nodded.

"Then excuse me, yes, sir, I have to operate on another patient" said the Doctor.

"Yes, Doc." Joe smiled, then cupped his hands together on his chest. 'My God thank you, you have given Robert a smooth operation. Hopefully this ... Robert my son is as healthy as ever.'

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Ceklek~

"Look, Mi," Syifa said as she opened the door to her room. After a few minutes, he sat there.

Umi Maryam watched Syifa from top to bottom. The girl wears a jeans overall dress with the addition of a long plain white shirt and a white pashmina hijab. The makeup on her face was not too thick, but indeed she was already beautiful from birth.

"You are very beautiful, Fa, let's go now," Umi who immediately took Syifa's hand to leave the house.

"Mom is beautiful too." Syifa looked at Umi who was wearing a red dress patterned with flowers.

"Is he ready?" asked Abi Hamdan who was sitting on the terrace with Fahmi. Both are standing up.

"Udah." Umi Maryam nodded, then closed the door and locked it.

"Why are you wearing that shirt, Fa?" asked Fahmi who looked at Syifa from toe to head. His facial expression indicates that he does not like the appearance of the girl.

"Why?" Syifa looked confused. He immediately lowered his face and looked at his own body. The size of his clothes was a bit loose, fitting perfectly with women who wear hijab according to him.

"Not suitable, not good. Can I ask you to change clothes?"

"What a good person" Syifa argued. She loved the clothes she was wearing right now. Moreover, it is also still new and bought by Umi Maryam as a birthday gift.

"Change clothes, Fa. Wear the lebaran robe yesterday that Abi bought it," proposed Abi Hamdan who seemed to approve Fahmi's request.

"Don't, Bi, just wear a dress from me" Fahmi suggested as he stepped quickly towards his yellow-gold Lamborghini. It's parked right in front of the house. Immediately, he opened the trunk of the car, then took out a large paper bag and gave it to Syifa. "Wear this, Syifa, this is very nice and expensive. I bought it from Egypt."

Syifa hasn't taken that thing. He instead watched as he frowned and why, there was a feeling of arrogance in his heart, for hearing what Fahmi said.

For life, Fahmi was the first person to say that Syifa did not deserve to wear the clothes he currently wears. Both of his parents never complain about the problem of clothes, because Syifa himself always wear clothes with the provision as a Muslim.

"Hurry up and get changed, Fa, how come?" ask Fahmi.

"Yes, it's okay to change clothes, Fa. Come on quick, "Abi Hamdan said a little forcefully.

Syifa grabbed the object with a frowning face, then opened the locked door and went inside.

"It turns out Kak Fahmi is the guy who rada ngeselin, yes!" While changing her clothes, Syifa began to grumble. Putting a sense of annoyance on his chest. "When he said my clothes didn't pantes I was wearing? This shirt is my favorite shirt and it's also from Umi." Syifa kissed the overalls of the dress that had slipped off the body, then threw it on the bed.

"Umi and Abi were also admitted, even Abi agreed with Kak Fahmi's words. It's so weird," he growled.

After the red brocade dress was used beautifully on his body, Syifa came out of the room and house.

According to him, the dress he wears today is fairly ordinary. Far from expensive. Because it has not been used for long he already feels hot.

"Well, this is a new fit. You're really pretty, though," praised Fahmi with an interested corner of her lips. Then he opened the door of his car, for Syifa to enter. "Eh, wait a minute!"

Syifa had just raised her right leg about to get into the car. But suddenly for whatever reason, Fahmi gets in the way.

The man crouched down slightly to watch Syifa's feet wearing high heels, then turned to the feet of Abi Hamdan and Umi Hamdan.

"Why, Nak Fahmi?" abi Hamdan asked in surprise.

"I just want to check, your shoes are dirty, what not" said Fahmi while standing up and justifying his red suit. "Besides my car is new, is cleanliness part of faith. Yeah, right, Bi?"

...Just say not willing, if the new car is dirty 🙈...