The Secound Choice's
Fifty Seven

"You again! Already have your own candidate yet?"

The princess's question made Hafiz stop smiling.

"Well! Same father same son!" The princess threw out a breath

Hafiz wanted to tell me about a juah veiled person in the Haram land, but the man himself was still not convinced by the choice. Because, he also still guessed whether the veiled girl who passed him at that time was the girl referred to by his friend Ustadz Abinya.

"Hm ... Take your time as soon as possible, let's go to Marni's house!" said the old woman again, her words like the word of the queen who knows no words other than 'Yes'.

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As the day went on, time kept turning without pausing. Although the dream has been stopped but in order to take advantage of the time of someone who is busy with various kinds of kitchen spices, there is always a way to fill the emptiness of his idle life.

As it is today, after feeling proficient with aglonema plants following the hobby of the mother, Syifa now turns his attention to the culinary field.

All that is done as long as it remains around Mama Juna. The girl really did not want to leave the woman.

"It's Papa's stock!" he said he gave me a box of food.

"It's healthy food, don't throw it away!" syifa said shaking her index finger in front of her own face.

"Thank you, Papa's beloved." A warm hug and kiss were given by the senior doctor.

"Thank you for thinking about Papa's feelings as well" he whispered, making Syifa raise her head to look at her head fixedly.

"Both get the same pleasure. Mama was very happy when she knew Syifa was close to Giandra, and papa was also happy bangey because it was not the same made by Om Marchel" said Syifa, papa Adzka nodded.

"But you have to be ready! Mama you have a new candidate!"

"Well! Who else, Pa?" between wonder and wonder, why Mama is so bad. Papa Adzka just slicked his shoulder in response

"Ck!" cebik Syifa

"Don't be that way! If we cook we have to smile, be sincere. The food must be good. But, if the cooking is angry, hm ... Strange address."

"That's it, Pa!"

"Hem! Papa left first. When you're done accompany your mother in the room." said the man, Mama Juna is not feeling well. Just eat breakfast he told us to take him to the room.

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The woman leaned her body on a long sofa in her room. His legs were slanted, while one hand held the television remote.

His phone rang, his pale face as if spontaneously flushed.

"Assalamu'alaikum, son" he said. The greeting was greeted and the conversation continued.

For a long time the mother and the child talked to each other, even though they only heard voices, the difference in the continents made them look at each other.

The door of the room opened, displaying the figure of a tall girl from back there.

"Who, Ma?" ask Syifa later

"Akmal" answered Mama Juna making Syifa smile and quickly sat down near her.

"Speaker dong, Ma" he said

"You're how Kamal is!" the room that only contained two people was now as if it turned into a whole village.

"Sister!" akmal said from there, making Syifa sure that the word 'brother' that had just been spoken by his sister had meaning. Akmal rarely calls him that unless he wants to.

"What!! I don't feel so good!" syifa said, Mama Juna laughed at that

"Sister, I'm getting married! I go first! Is ... Long time I have to wait for my sister!" oceh Akmal's

"Eh, no yes. Anyway I go first!"

"Well, Ma. Listen to that, Ma. Don't want him to date where there's a soul mate!" akmal to mama Juna

"You have patience!" mama Juna finally spoke up

"Ih right, my mother also belain aja. It's already here, Ma. It fits my race." explained Akmal again

"Eh, you mean that person? So mom has a son-in-law bule!"

"Yes, Ma. I like mama, right?"

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