The Secound Choice's
Forty Eight
"If the doctor's mother ever sacrificed for the mother, why I who is now her son just did nothing! Yes ... I have to be strong. This is the best!" yoli looked at her face in the sink.
The girl looked at her phone lying on the bed, Yoli wanted to retrieve it reactivate her phone which she had not used since yesterday.
"Ck! If it's on it it might be a phone." Yoli put her phone back on the spot. And leave the room where the late grandmother spent the night first.
The young woman came from the kitchen half-run to meet Yoli.
"Mba Yoli, eat yes. From here, there has been no eating anything" said the young woman
"Yes, this is about to eat. You've been then, Dek?" reply Yoli asked. The young woman, named Sari, has been working at her grandmother's house since she married Fauzi. It was Sari who always accompanied grandma as long as the woman went with her husband
"Let's make some milk, Mba?" said the girl from behind Yoli
"No, Dek. Mba make it yourself, mba is not want to drink milk. Eneg! I want to have tea."
"Loh ... Usually you drink milk, you can suddenly eneg. Mba started, huh?" ask sari kepo
Yoli stopped her steps, the woman remembered something. Then go back into the room.
"Loh ... Where are you going?"
"Take wallet! Cariin motor key yes, Deck. Mba's going out for a second!!" yoli said from inside her room, Sari also carried out the order.
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Syifa let her feet filled with beach sand dry on their own. The girl looked around. The atmosphere of the beach was so crowded probably because of the week.
Some of her hair tendrils were blown off the wind making her not stop taming each woman's crown. Syifa opened her hair fastener and allowed her hair with a high dip revealing her tie neck with a nod.
"That's a big racket!" slander himself
"When you don't want to wear a hijab!!" said the man standing beside Syifa, the girl looked at him in wonder
"Hi! I'm Giandra!" the man held out his hand still standing, Syifa wanted to welcome him but she remained in her celonjoran position
"No blur!" said the girl, the man named Giandara was finally sitting on the sand and reached out his hand again
"Giandra!" he said again
"Sorry not muhrim!" syifa replied again, the man punched Syifa in the shoulder
"Haha, Jayen ... Jayen!" say that perm
"Haha, we've never met in person!" replied the man who was laughing now
"Hm ... Yes, yes too. I'm Syifa!" finally Syifa reached out her hand, both of them shook hands long ago
"It's hard to ask this businessman's time!" syifa
"Well, I'm busy. Uh, how ... How's it?! So right?!" asked the man who looked impatient waiting for Syifa answer
"So then. Our mission begins! Promise not to have a crush!" Syifa.
"Ready!!" giandra replied, the two now got up from their place and walked to see Mama Juna and Papa Adzka who seemed to be watching them from a distance.
Mama Juna looked at Giandra deeply, her face reminiscent of someone in her past.
"Hello aunt, how are you?!" the man in the brown shirt stretched out his hand, Mama Juna greeted him with an forced smile.
"Auntie must have forgotten it's the same with me. I'm aunty Giandra, Papa Marchel's son!" men say anyway.
Mama Juna's eyes bully followed by her very bright smile
"O Allah, you are Giandra! how tall is this, son. You used to be short!" said mama Juna
"Haha, it's short ugly again, Tan." continued Giandra
"Yes .. yes, you are aware yourself." added the woman with a laugh
"Of!" greet Giandra too, Papa Adzka who had not stopped staring at Syifa averted his eyes
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