The Secound Choice's
Fifty

Yoli squeezed her finger, nervous and confused. What should he say as soon as he saw the face of the man who was still dwelling in his heart.

The sturdy body of a man with long sleeves seemed to stand behind him, Yoli's heart was increasingly confused between wanting to run away or run closer and hug him.

Slowly but surely the step was getting closer, Sunyinya atmosphere because the hours of lessons were taking place making the ringing of short steps could be captured clearly by the hearing of a Fauzi.

The man turned his head, the reflex of the skinny body was now in his arms.

"Mas sure you're here!" fauzi

"Mas ... Shame to see people. This is school, Mom." Yoli whispered

"Let's go home!" Fauzi clasped his wife's arm, linking their fingers

"Where's the motor key?" asked Fauzi, but Yoli did not give any response other than following the steps of her husband who took her right beside his motorbike

"Darling ... Where's the motor key? We go home." said Fauzi softly

"Mas go home alone, I don't want to go home yet." the girl was downcast hiding her bead that had started to soothe her tears

"Oh, still going somewhere else? Yes, come along." continued the man anyway, while Yoli even shook his head

"Mas ..." The tears finally spilled very hard

"Sssst, don't cry. I can't see a woman crying. We go home, we'll talk at home." Fauzi gently stroked the back of his wife's hand that dodged to be hugged

"Wear the jacket!" fauzi's orders took the jacket that was in the trunk of the train

"Just wear it." Yoli refused

"It's your jacket, you don't have to wear it."

"Yes, then let Yoli take the bike!" said the girl was cheating

"okay ... Okay fine! I'm wearing!" The man wore his wife's jacket without stopping to look at the girl. Makes Yoli a misbehavior.

The engine has been turned on, Yoli has also taken a sideways sitting position behind Fauzi but, the motorbike has not been run

"Why, Mas? How not to go for a walk?"

"Not hold!"

"I'll just hold the iron behind this seat."

"Well, we'll just stay here."

"It seems like a lot of us are seeing this, Dek." Fauzi's remark made Yoli surround his gaze, sure enough. It seemed like the two of them were the center of attention of the student parents waiting for their son from behind the gate.

Yoli wrapped one hand around Fauzi's waist, "Come on, Mas." he asked

The motorbike finally walked, Fauzi greeted and said goodbye to the father of security who was friendly to him earlier.

"Come, Sir! We go home first" he said

"Yes, Mas. Be careful on the road."

Fauzi drove his bike at high speed, the hand that had been released from the waist back to its original position even tighter.

"Mas, careful! Don't speed this way!" yoli

"Sir, we eat there yok!" Fauzi saw a meatball stall that was quite crowded with visitors at lunchtime like today.

"I'm not hungry, Mom."

"It's lunch time, right? Not that you like to eat meatballs either." asked Fauzi, his wife even shook her head

"Then drink it? The one who eats. She's hungry!! From going here I haven't eaten." obviously the guy is slowing down the speed of the bike

"Mas hasn't eaten from going here??!" Yoli was surprised,

"Yes let's eat." Yoli finally invited

"Hm ... The store is past!" answer Fauzi

"Can turn around, Mom. At home there can be nothing. Yoli hasn't been cooking all day."

"Come on, Mas. We turn around." whine Yoli

"Yes." replied Fauzi, a smile spread behind the frosted helmet glass

"I know you must be worried about me." Inwardly

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"Bye! Careful yeah!" Syifa waved her hand and ran inside the house without waiting for the car that drove her to disappear from view.

"Fa!" the name was called someone from the direction of the terrace that Syifa had just passed

"Eh, Papa! Syifa did not see hehe" the girl grinned and approached papa Adzka and sat down beside the beakbaya man

"Syifa there is no story to papa loh" said papa Adzka

"I'm sorry, Pa. Syifa just wants to make my mom happy. The moment is also right. We're here again." replied the girl. Papa Adzka leaned his body on the rattan chair he was sitting on

"Yes there, take a shower! Prayers!" his orders

"Syifa prayed, Pa."

"Oh, I took a shower. It's not good to take a shower too late" said papa Adzka

"OK, Papa. Uh ... Yes, there is a greeting from Giandra, he said sorry can not stop by. It was a hurry."

"Hm!" no more comments from Papa Adzka that's the answer.

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