The Secound Choice's
Eighteen

"Syifa's healed up, Papa. This is the way again." Syifa slowed her pace.

"Where to? don't get tired, son. You were there by yourself. Natasha is home, Hafidzh is also in Indonesia right now."

"Hafidzh's? he's not the same as Syifa, Pa. That wall!"

"Hush! how rude is his son papa. Hafidzh many of us howl when you are sick. Especially when you're in a coma."

"Break it, Pa. Natasha also said that to Syifa. But Syifa can't believe it, Pa. Hm .. if papa knows how tough he is if asked, how cold his expression if taught to talk .. ah, males ah talking about him!"

Bruk!!!

"Gee!"

"Sorry! Sorry!" Syifa collected sheet by sheet of paper wrapped neatly in transparent plastic and gave it to the hijab-wearing women who were hit.

"Hello! helo! Fa ... Why are you, son?" papa Adzka's voice

"Yes, Pa. This ... Syifa and Anna, hahaha. Yes, it was, Pa. Help Anna first."

The girl kept her phone in a bag.

"Sorry, An."

"You've said sorry so many times, Fa. Oh yeah, I happened to meet here. It's!" Anna handed me one of the papers that had been scattered.

"Invitation?! wow... thank God, finally ...." Syifa hugged Anna,

"Duh, this is great news! I never told you I found the prince."

"You're busy wearing it. How long have you tried not to come to the study. Uh, Yes. Ustadz nanya keep loh, you have to keep certainty, Fa. The men who wait for the word 'yes' from you."

"Okay, I'm so yes!" syifa's style imitates one of the judges of the talent search

"Haha .. bekanda continues to this. Where are you going?" ask Anna

"Perpus! far behind, late holiday."

"The pain ...."

"Yes that. Because now it's healthy in the dong kebut."

"okay lah. Don't forget to come. Before tomorrow, you must come to the study. Answer ustadz's questions myself, I'm ashamed to be your spokesman every day. See you tomorrow, Assalamu'alaikum!"

"God willing, An. Wa'alaikumsalam."

The two also walked in opposite directions, some time Syifa looked at Anna's back which was getting away. From the gesture alone it seems clear that the woman with the nose is very happy.

"Yes Allah .. so happy to go to marriage." shirih Syifa then turned her body and walked back to her original goal.

A little bit of tightness stuck, but soon the girl tried to busy herself with activities that the last few days she always did.

Just as the girl pulled up the chair and put down some books she wanted to read, her mobile phone shook.

"Hello, Dam."

"Syifa in the campus library."

"Hm .. seems like a long time. Why?"

"Duu, sorry. But this time it really can't. Uh! tomorrow can't either. There is a study in the mosque has long not participated, just met a friend in the street and kept remembering to come tomorrow. If God can. But don't eat until tomorrow, hahaha. Okay, Bye!"

The girl put her phone on the table. There was a smile decorating her beautiful face.

"So it's not good to refuse his invitation. If I need to, he is always there. Huuf! let it be, not intentional! focus up! focus up!" the girl spoke to herself, after a long sigh, her fingers touched one brown-coated book and read it.

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"Why do you think Syifa keeps going, Pa."

"Yes the name of the child, cooking is not thought of."

"Father! Mama seriously ..." mama Juna approached her husband who was watching the evening news.

"Why the hell? there will be a papa here." hug papa Adzka

"Since the accident, my mother felt like taking Syifa home. Don't stay away from us anymore. If you want to take a specialist in Indonesia there will also be."

"His specialist's gonna take him outside, maybe he'll be like his papa."

"But right, Mas. Syifa is a woman. There's nobody there. Sodara is not there! If you don't live there just like Syifa!"

"Loh ... loh! So ... What is Papa's fate?"

"Mas iiih, keep joking!"

"Ah .. ah males! free story!" Mama Juna was about to get up from her seat but Papa Adzka pulled her hand.

"There is God guarding him. Trust all to Him. Mama don't stay away from papa. Mom's still in papa's care. Remember that." Papa Adzka hugged and kissed his wife

"I'm not usually my wife like this. Maybe because his health is disturbed. O Allah .. keep always the family of the servant" Papa Adzka's prayer in the heart.

Already calmer, Mama Juna took her husband's cell phone. Look for something in the icon that says register

"This one called Syifa!"

"Yes, before I went home."

"Why not just call home. We're video calling yuk." Mama Juna wants to press the icon in the form of a phone handle

"No need, darling. Syifa is in the library. Papa called last time he said his schedule today was solid."

Mama Juna leaned back, "Syifa is healthy right, Mas?"

"Alhamdulillah, Healthy. Her doctor said she no longer needed therapy. Last therapy half a month ago."

"O ... Alhamdulillahot. Is Syifa still living in Hafidzh's house?"

"still. He said he wanted to find a place closer to campus. Not good with Hafidzh he said."

"What did papa crus say?"

"Hm .. didn't say anything. It's not good to stay there. If suddenly Hafidzh or his ashes come there .. cook yes who has a house so stay in the hotel."

"yes too. But then don't find a high residence like yesterday."

"Yes, say it to her own son!"

"Hm .. ntar if mama calls her son papa angry. He said he didn't know the time!" mama Juna throbbing

"Yes counted the time, dear. Know the time difference between Indonesia and Germany how many hours."

"Yes .. yes."

"Or, honey?"

"Yes, Mas. Tau."

"How much try?"

"That's all ..." this time Mama Juna really left her husband alone

"Darling!" call papa Adzka, Mama Juna turned his head

"Hm"

"I love you!"

"Yes .. same"

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"Excuse me, Doc." said a middle-aged man to a young girl

"Yes, please sit down, sir." replied the man in the white coat greeting kindly

"Where did it go, sir?" ask the doctor. The middle-aged man gave a large envelope wrapped in sweet potato paper and a small white envelope

"I read it for a moment, sir. May the results be in line with our expectations."

"Well .. alhamdulillah. There's been progress, sir. Hopefully until the radiation action is complete the cart is completely gone."

"You're the spirit, brother!" the pale-looking young girl returned the doctor's greeting with a smile

"Thank you, Doctor. Then we'll excuse us." The man extended his hand

"Thank you to the one who gives life, sir. Do not forget to pray and must remain enthusiastic." replied the doctor who specializes in cancer

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