The Secound Choice's
Forty Three

One by one clothes, pants and other equipment in the suitcase, have now moved into a closet that is wide and high meets one part of the room wall.

Syifa wiped the sweat that was not that much, her hair was flat on top showing the neckline of a mini giraffe.

"Crains times, Fa! Let Auntie do the rest!!" Mama Juna went into the room. His body landed on the king-size bed that had long been uninhabited

"There's no rest, Ma. It's beres!!" Syifa patted her hands together

"It's common to do everything yourself, Ma. No need for an assistant." he said arrogantly. Syifa is now beside Mama Juna. Both sit side by side

"Yes, you don't need an assistant but you need a husband!!" mama Juna's speech dropped the support of the only girl

"Ck! There's no soul mate, Ma ..." elak Syifa

"Yes nothing yet, no effort how do you want to exist!

Don't take their family to think you're waiting for Fauzi to be a widower!!" keep Juna on again

"Oh my God, Mama ... If you like it really." replied Syifa looking fixed on the face of the mother

"What!!!

Don't fuck with you!" the look on Mama Juna's face turned serious, but Syifa even tried to hold back her laughter which eventually broke as well

The body trembled in a rhythm of laughter that did not stop.

"Mrs ... Syifa is not that cruel, Ma. Was ah ... Don't tell a soul mate." Syifa holding her stomach held back laughter seeing Mama Juna's face that did not understand that she was just joking

"Not to say what a soul mate!" mama Juna paused her sentence

" Mama was worried, Fa. Fauzi's mother used to call Mama. He really felt guilty for separating you. Mom was afraid of what she thought happened. Mama doesn't want you to be Fauzi's first honey wife!!" mama Juna said in her heart

"Ma!! Mama!!" Syifa stroked the cheeks of the dreamy mama Juna

"Mama why? So how sad that is"

"Hm ... No really. Mama just thought of something." replied Mama Juna

"Don't be sad again, Ma. Syifa did not like to see Mama sad, later mama sick again." now Syifa was in the arms of Mama Juna, the girl was really spoiled with the woman who had given birth to her

"However it feels to be so keen to see you get married, Fa" said Mama Juna while stroking the head of her child

"Because ... Fool maning." said Syifa anyway

"Mama's friend went to college in Makassar or her ex-Mama's son ...." Syifa whose head was sitting on her back turned her face so that she could look closely at the face of Mama Juna

"I mean Mama's son Om Marchel right?!" stare at. Mama Juna grinned, not expecting Syifa to know her story with a man named Marchel.

"Hm ... If Syifa is married to her son, Beeeugh, Papa can take care of Mama. Papa could be a possessive man as far as the world. Mama must be in the aftermath of the same Papa, afraid of Mama CLBK the same Om Marchel."

"G ... You are just there! We are old. It's not possible that Mama is weird. Papa you are the only male of your choice. If you want to be the same Om Marchel, you can't marry your Papa!"

"Who knows, you're caliph, Fa." replied someone who turned out to be near them both

I don't know how long Dr. Adzka has been in that room. The state of the open room door makes it go straight in without knocking on the door first.

"Do not want to be with that candidate, Fa. Papa is looking for it!" papa Adzka sat down with them

"Any papa candidate is there again? Not that she's already in ..." mama Juna hangs up the word

"Yes, Ma. Syifa has rejected Hafidzh twice." replied Syifa, the tone of voice left disappointment

"No! Mama heard it herself. Twice, Ma. Twice!!" lang papa Adzka

"Not three times, Pa. Maybe if Hafidzh applied for the third time not rejected, Pa. Isn't that right, kid?!" mama Juna said, the husband and wife looked at each other.

Emptiness happens for a few minutes, no one speaks. Perhaps, the three of them were busy in each other's minds.

"Where did Papa tell Hafidzh, huh, Ma?" finally the husband and wife were arguing with each other, regardless of Syifa's response how as if Syifa was only a complement to the sufferer there. Or maybe ... They knew what was in Syifa's heart

"No ah, Pa. Shy dong! Ih ... What else did Hafidzh think!" answer Syifa

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691 Words, pretty good. Once there is a miss because a few days do not up the story, thank God see the statistics that read there are 80s more 🥰🥰🥰🥰

Makasi yes, but if in like more syeneng deh I want 😁 ngelunjak yak 🤭🤭