The Secound Choice's
Twenty Two

Every second that passes will never repeat itself until the end of time. The wisdom sentence written by a great writer was ringed in the head of a girl who had been silent since then just lying down thinking about her life that was all wrong.

"Will I just go home and leave this behind. Right now it feels like your health is much more important than anything. And I as her daughter should be by her side. But, Papa seemed to be more supportive of me completing my education first. What should I do, O Allah." his moaning heart looked at the ceiling of the house which he had just cleaned from the traces of mini spiderman.

When Dzuhur arrived, Syifa forced her body to wake up and took the water. Hopefully the girl begs the owner of life, to give her a way out of the turmoil she is experiencing at this time.

Not finished cleaning his worship equipment mobile phone that he put in between his books reads.

"Yes, Dam."

"Oh yes I forgot. Get ready first. Where's adam?" the girl opened the window curtain

"Ten minutes! ten minutes!" the girl turned off the phone and threw the flat object into the bed.

Syifa changed her clothes, a mint-colored shirt with pants of bone-white material was attached to her slim body. Lipstick ping framed her thin lips.

Before leaving the house, Syifa checked all the doors.

"How much!" he said he was happy to meet the man who was standing in his car

"Twelve minutes thirty-six seconds!" said the man showed his phone featuring a stopwatch.

"More than two minutes and thirty-six seconds! that's your friend's sign of a girl! it is all women want to look beautiful ..." said Syifa flicked her hair that was broken

"Hm ... beautiful anyway! but dear ... the love-painter." whispered Adam kelinga Syifa

"Wildamah! yuk ah, walk." Syifa got in the car

Adam's car was traveling at a steady speed to a place that was some time delayed to visit

On the way while chatting Syifa remembered something and picked up her phone. His fingers danced for a moment like they were sending a message to someone. A few moments when the notification sounds.

"Message from whom?" adam wanted to know

"From Papa." Adam just rounded his mouth

"You're coming down, right?"

"I still have other needs. Being alone is okay, right? later if it is finished or still want to see other places just call. Soon I will finish my work." replied Adam

"Yes already then. I'll call you later. Thanks ...." Syifa waved her hand, Adam left

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"Good night, Doc. Just home?" greet someone who passes

"Night, Sir. Yes Sir. You healthy?" reply the doctor friendly

"Thank God, Doctor. Come!"

"Yes, sir." Hafidzh raised his hand and then continued to lock the fence of his house that had been delayed

"Assalamu'alaikum!" he said, the door was open even though it was some time away from the greeting he said.

"Wa'alaikumsalam, The."

"Mmd! Is anyone asleep?" tannya

"It seems to be, Den. It was still a njai cry."

"Oh yes already. Mbok's been eating yet?"

"Already, Den. Make hot tea."

"Okay, Mbok. Thanks though. I clean up first yes." a sweet smile did not escape he pinned.

Hafidzh went upstairs to his room. Main chamber. The room where he used to be the woman he loved the most spent the night with him and Abi.

The white coat that he put in the arm was paired with an empty hanger in front of the closet. His briefcase he put on the table.

The man was about to take a shower but stopped because his phone was ringing. His forehead was wrinkled to see the name on his phone.

"Assalamu'alaikum! Mas Hafidzh."

"Wa'alaikumsalam's chat. Sorry who is this?" he said smile

"It's Syifa, Mas."

"Shyifa?!"

"I ..iya, Anastasha's friend. Doctor Adzka's son, Mas. My mother is a friend of his mother's father, Mas Hafidzh." Syifa explained

"Ooo! Yes ... yes. Syifa! What's up, huh?" the man was endlessly smiling

"Anu, Mum. When to go to Germany?"

"meaning?"

"That's a loh, Mas. Syifa wants to go back to Mas' house."

"Home? meaning key? the house cannot be carried."

"Oh ... Alhamdulillahot. Better then. The road to the school was not too long. How's your leg doing?"

"It's healing, Mom. The doctor no longer needed therapy. Please pray, I hope it will be okay."

"Yes." Yeah."

"So .. when did you come here?" ask Syifa again

"Yes .. There is no plan. It's just coming home from work, showering and eating just yet. Especially going to Germany."

"Eh, sorry .. sorry, Mas. Syifa is disturbing. Yes, already then. Assalamu'alaikum."

"Wa'alaikumsalam warahmatullah" replied Hafidzh, the man now laughed.

"Gemes-sin!" he said while taking a towel

Just wanted to step into the bathroom her bedroom door was knocked on

"Den! Aden overslept, huh?" a voice came from behind the door

"No, Mbok. Just had this shower. Why, Mbok?" hafidzh opened the door to his room

"The tea's cold, Den. It won't be good."

"Oh .. Yes, I forgot. The water was really boiling, Mbok?"

"Yes, Den."

"It's good that way. Must be an angel. There was a friend who called." he explained

"Friends or demenans, Den. From there do not stop smiling." seduced the mbok

"The mbok could have."

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"Call who?"

"Mas Hafidzh!"

"Where's the hape number? exchange the number yesterday?"

"No. Get it from Papa."

"When will he come?"

"No idea. Don't know yet he said. He's working."

"Oh that! Must I call?"

"Yes got to dong, Dam. Not polite! I don't know thank you for that. Already guaranteed home. Cook it up move not ngasi tau. If suddenly the one who has a house comes to see the house locked, the house is not maintained anymore .. right Syifa and Syifa family are embarrassed." Adam listened without commenting

"Later if he comes tell me. We return the keys to his house together."

"Yes" Syifa frowned

"Why should it be together? What kind of guy? I'm so possessive!" inner Syifa

The crowded streets were so long. Syifa was uncomfortable with Adam's attitude. Sometimes they just talk. That was if Adam started it. Syifa mood is completely broken.

"Eh ... Walimahan Anna's! Doesn't Mas Hafidzh know? if Anna says her future husband will know her!" Syifa took her phone, her fingers danced back

"What the hell is that?"

"Father!" answer is short

"Papa keeps talking!"

"Yes, my mom is not healthy anymore. So, I know how Mama keeps doing!"

"Loh .. I'm lying about this!" syifa in the heart

Elsewhere, men at the dinner table were typing a short message. But after a few sentences written on the screen hapenya, he removed it again and repeated the words again.

The short messages he received were read over and over again.

"Not Ali Ibrahim proposed to him!" the man said full of questions.

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Happy new year, friends. May our faith increase and our life be better in this new year 🥰

Sorry if there is a typo, not revised first because cusss send😁