The Secound Choice's
Forty Five

Footsteps further away from the burial place of the bodies of God's servants who died while a guest in His house.

There was a bit of regret in the young man's heart. The little time he spent with the woman he called 'Umma' made him want to grant every good hope he ever convey directly, or just mere lips.

"Umma once said, if later Juna had a daughter, funny as if we could make it!" abi Dzaki said remembering the sentences that Mila had said when telling the figure of his school friend who had just returned to visit him while in the hospital.

Just those words. Abi Dzaki as a connector Umma Mila only said that once. Maybe, at the right time. Hafiz was in her teens.

Find out who is the figure of Aunt Juna who is always in the diary of the mother, the mother, until finally found the figure of a jolly girl named Syifa in a meeting attended by all members who took shelter under the umbrella of the organization bearing the symbol of snakes and sticks.

The jovial nature that is inherited like a photo copy makes the man does not take long to realize his Umma dream.

But everything is not easy, even it is certainly hindered because Syifa already has a life choice that may end up guaranteed to see the durability of the relationship between Syifa and Fauzi.

"We're the same age, Bang. My son is in high school, his brother is still single. Want to find something like what? Let me help you find it!" said one Umrah worshiper when Hafiz had breakfast that morning.

Of the many things considered, Hafiz finally took his mobile phone and contacted someone.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Ustad!"

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Two months later, Syifa became a woman. Hoby gardening mama Juna also infected him. Now that Mama Juna does not alone care for aglonema and cacti, there is Syifa who accompanies him.

"It turns out that at home it's not as horrible as Syifa imagined, Ma" said Syifa wiping a little sweat on her thin

"What does Syifa think?" mama Juna asked back

"Not having his own income, everything is arranged, feel in a cage!"

"Hm! Syifa should have asked the source directly. Don't make your own conclusions!

Actually, for women who usually work outside, for women who are usually free to argue, being someone like this mama is indeed a bit difficult to adapt.

Mama used to be that too! It does not feel like you have money even though your papa has actually been stale, but it does not feel good because it is not looking for itself. Wherever must be permission first, good luck if permission if not then become arrogant yourself!

But in one way, everything can be handled even with a long process.

"Many women out there work to help their husbands who have less income, if we ask ... Actually they also want to be like us, but fate must be like that.

There is a husband who lets his wife go anywhere without anxiety, or gives her complete freedom without thinking about what his wife is doing out there. Impressed not to care!

Instead, treat your papa to mama ... Makes my mom feel most loved.

Well, after everything can be accepted with Gratitude everything we do becomes sincere. And the result was ..." mama Juna deliberately hung up her sentence for Syifa to connect with her.

"happy!!" answer Syifa. Mama Juna held out her two thumbs

"Berkarers can, son. Everything was done with the permission of the husband. If the mother when you work first, mama hope that Syifa is married later Syifa leave everything and focus on family."

"Darling dong, Ma. College is not cheap. Chasing that title is not easy either!"

"Mama knows! Mama was always amazed at the figure of Ainun's mother who was willing to leave her title as a pediatrician for her husband and her small family."

The ringing of Mama Juna's cell phone stopped their serious but relaxed conversation.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Ma!" mama Juna confirmed the position of the front camera of his phone. The video call shows a woman there

"Grandma!!!" Syifa shouted to see the woman she had not met for a very long time

"Loh ... Syifa's home! Grandma's granddaughter is home!!" said the woman was enthusiastic.

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who knows if anyone wants to know the story of Mila and Dzaki, his father's mother Hafiz. Let's stop by "Contentment of heart" 🥰

Oh, ja. I'm new from the "strength of heart" turns out there writing the name 'Hafiz' like that. So for the future, I will follow the old 'Hafiz' instead of 'Hafidzh' rather complicated ya 😁😁