The Secound Choice's
Forty Six

Syifa gently massaged a pair of legs belonging to the woman she called the grandmother. His body, which was different from their last meeting, showed that the circulation of time did not stop.

"Your mom is sleeping?" ask the grandmother

"Yes, Grandma. Mama looks like a soy sauce." replied Syifa

Mama Juna and Syifa are currently in the residence of Mama Lia, Syifa's grandmother who still lives in the house that used to be Mama Juna had lived there.

After knowing Syifa the granddaughter was in Indonesia, the old woman immediately gave the order that her daughter and granddaughter visit her immediately.

"When did you get married? It's already gone from the target you wanted. Grandma's also surprised you took a specialist."

Syifa gasped, it turned out that the sad story that he experienced did not reach the ears of the mother of the mother Juna.

Syifa sighed, to give a back explanation about it was just like making a wound in her heart.

"Actually ... Fauzi is married, Grandma." Syifa stopped her massage

"What?! Is he married? How can! What's your fault, why did he leave you?!" nek Lia said surprised, his voice was quite enough to make babies cry because they were surprised if there were babies around them

"Srsst! New ... Mom will wake up." said Syifa

"The story is long, Grandma." continued Syifa

"Whatever it is, tell me about grandma. No one is missing!" nek Lia pulled both of her legs, so that Syifa would no longer massage her and repeat the story began.

With Syifa firmly telling everything until Lia finally understood, who was so emotional to Fauzi now even turned to pity both, Syifa and Fauzi were victims of an unfulfilled hope.

"Not a soul mate, Grandma. Papa used to say something we got in line with expectations was good, but ... If something that we get is not in accordance with expectations can also be better because it is the will of God." said Syifa teary, his defense to harden increasingly thin marked by both of his glazed neutrals.

"God will surely give you a better man than Fauzi" said Lia, hugging her granddaughter.

Syifa had introduced Fauzi to his family in Makassar, although only once but the woman who used to work as a lawyer immediately liked and agreed to the relationship of his grandson.

"That means continuing specialist education is escape?" asked the grandmother, Syifa only answered her with a grin.

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A couple of guys enjoying dinner. A little joking of the two made the night even more beautiful.

"Alhamdulillah, if you like."

"Tomorrow what we cook, Mas. Mom and Dad will come."

"Hm ... Cook simple but delicious!"

"For example, Mas?"

"What yes ... Just stew it. Dad likes chicken stews the most. Make stew simple or difficult?"

"Yes ... It's not simple, Mas. But it's okay tomorrow Yoli masakin. What vegetables?"

"Make it wrong, tomorrow help the shopping as well. Oh yes, please make a tidy sambal!"

"It's still there, Mas?" Yoli pointed to the bowl that contained her husband's request

"Tomorrow this morning too!" answered Fauzi. Men who like various types of spicy food back devouring his food.

Uhuk! Uhuk!

Fauzi patted his chest and then drank a glass of water that had just been poured by his wife.

"Eat it slowly, Mas." advises Yoli

"So, there's something wrong with this!" fauzi said

"Haha, the mas that ate it was too greedy" Yoli replied laughing

Their home is now like a real home. Interacting with each other, no longer as if two strangers were forced to live one roof. Everything is much better at the age of their marriage which is more than two years.

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Sorry long time not up date, the author is enjoying playing yarn 🤣