The Secound Choice's
Forty
The cold, stiff, irritable speech and various traits that Syifa disliked in the man who was currently sitting next to her were lost. Everything turns into its opposite. Hafidzh turned out to be a cool person to chat with, although only occasionally he looked at his interlocutor. Maybe because men keep their eyes on women who are not their muhrim.
Announcement mentions the name and type of aircraft that will carry its passengers. For a moment their chat stopped, but resumed the conversation that might not have been finished
"Before my name was mentioned, I left now huh. Be careful, may Allah protect the journey of Syifa to the house later. Give my regards to doctor Adzka and aunt Juna." said Hafidzh
Syifa agreed, wanting Syifa to apologize for her rejection at that time. But, his lips were too faint to say so. According to him, Hafidzh had forgotten because his attitude did not show any disappointment or anger. Even Hafidzh became very friendly to him.
"Yes, Mas. Aamiins. God willing, I will tell you when I am home. It's not possible right now, cancel my surprise." Syifa replied with her best smile
"Mas also be careful, may Umrahnya be a blessing" he said again
"Aamiinu. I am first yes. Assalamu'alaikum!"
"Wa'alaikumsalam!"
Syifa stared step by step at the man who was walking away before her. Not once did Hafidzh slow down that step or just look back for a second.
Syifa leaned back her body, taking a deep breath. The plane that began to move visible from the transparent glass in the waiting room, Syifa approached saying a few prayer sentences as if whispering to the iron bird 'Please deliver Hafidzh mas to the holy city safely huh!'
Not long after, the plane he was going to ride was ready to receive all the passengers who would take them to the airport named hero independence Soekarno Hatta.
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The teaching activity returned to Yoli rutunitas. The girl had already returned to the reality of the life she had to live. Losing the person he loves the most is not the end of everything. Especially now that there is a husband that he must take care of and serve with all love.
The black matic motor stops in the yard of the house with all-green shades. Yoli unlocks the helmet and jacket she wears every day while riding from their home to school.
"Assalamu'alaikum!" he said after opening the door. There was no answer, for he was the only one in the house
Yoli went into her room changing into her work clothes. Lately Yoli felt her body was not healthy. Unlike usual, he felt his body could not be compromised. The body is easily tired.
"Cock dizzy gini ya." he said alone. Yoli closed her eyes, gathering energy to be able to do the housework that was waiting.
The ringing of the phone made him re-open his eyes. The flat screen displays the name of the mother-in-law
"Assalamu'alaikum, Mother" he said in spirit
"Wa'alaikumsalam's chat. Where are you, son?"
"At home, Bun. Just got back from school. Mommy wants to come here?" ask Yoli enthusiastically. The woman guessed that her in-laws would come to their house as usual. Because before they get to Mommy, definitely call and ask where you are.
"Yes, Honey. Mother can stop by! But tomorrow night it seems." explained mama
"Oh, Yoli thinks you've got it." There's a bit of disappointment from the intonation of her voice
"Mother is still here, honey. I'm just going back there tomorrow."
"Oh ... Aye, yes. Greetings to the family there, Mother. Sorry I can't come. We took a lot of time off."
"It's okay, honey. Everyone understands you guys. Everything is healthy."
The child and daughter-in-law's conversation lasted nearly half an hour. Syifa and Mommy are compatible with each other. Time moves so fast it feels like they're together like that.
Finally, the time of prayer decided them to immediately end the conversation.Yoli took the water of ablution then stretched his alphabet.
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