The Secound Choice's
Fifty Eight

The weather this afternoon is really hot. The sunlight really stings. Two people who were inside the medium-sized room seemed to be chatting. But one of them looks more silent, just saying the words thrown by his fellow profession.

Hafiz sorted the right and left sides of his temple, it seemed like the man was thinking about something strange to make his head frown.

His lazy leaning position was now sitting suddenly like he was finding something he had long been looking for.

"Bang, I'm going home" he said, making the man opposite him who had begun to shut his eyes.

"Go home?! It's delicious!" answerable

"Ck! Seriously this, Bang. I have to go somewhere. It matters!" obviously Hafiz, while the white-clothed man before him continued to look at him in wonder

"Ck!! You're this! Yes it's there! I hope this important matter of yours has something to do with the future of your descendants!" said the man. After all, the two of them are already familiar with each other, and one profession, both specialists are the same.

"Thank you, Bang! Unfortunately I don't have a sister!" said Hafiz smiling

"What if you have a sister? You told me to be polygamous!!"

"Hahaha, I'm going home first huh, Bang." Hafiz laughed and said goodbye leaving the senior alone in their room.

Hafiz walked down the hospital corridor to a special parking lot that was being provided at the hospital. After getting into his car, Hafiz immediately put a headset into his ear.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Eyang!" he said he started the call

"Who's ready, Hafiz is already on the road" Hafiz said after the talks were due to end.

Hafiz's car slowly leaves Dr.'s hospital courtyard. Saeful Anwar was and began to speed but still be careful to survive and soon arrive.

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Syifa seemed cool chatting in the tv room, not with someone who was around the tv room as well, but with someone through a video connection.

"Ck!! Why don't you call me when you're at Grandma's!" say the man on the screen. He looked handsome in a brown-fried uniform with an Indonesian flag over his shoulder.

"I don't want to disturb. You will be negligent! Shoot me!" syifa replied

"Your prayers are never good, Ipeh!" Akmal is getting upset

Both of them are adults, but their behavior is the same as twenty years ago, when both were children.

"Here is work! don't expect my mom to talk. Mama's cooking again!"

"So, mama's cooking. You saw the tv! Not helping Mama?! You bastard!"

"God! I'll pick up this phone again. How can I help you cook and talk like this!" syifa's reply was not accepted

"I can cook! Just because I was at home of course I did not miss the taste of mama's cooking that I always missed! Mama's homemade spices are different from the others, but very tasty. Salty and spicy acids that are so well-tongued. Beeegh ...." Akmal gulped sedatingly imagining how good Mama Juna's cooking was, he also missed it so much he thought.

Syifa was satisfied to disturb her sister seen from the man who gave a pause, the two of them just looked at each other from the screen.

"Haha ... Swallow it spit!" syifa said that Akmal scratched his head

"Ck! I will reply later! Come home from here I want to take a leave of absence, so I can linger with Mama, Papa!"

"Whatever, Loe!" answer Syifa.

Akmal's face turned serious, a call that had only mentioned a name now turned into a big brother.

"Sister!"

"Hm ... What's?" Syifa responded lazily

"I'm really getting married, brother. You know who I'm here to see?!" akmal's face was so enthusiastic about saying something

"G ... That is ... Already! Hye!" Syifa turned off the call. No matter Akmal called him or was angry with him for not politely disconnecting the call just like that.

But Syifa did not like to talk about the things she feared the most in the past.

Yes ... It was as if it had been indoctrinated in the heart of the girl. If her younger brother gets married first, she'll be a spinster. Syifa did not want that to happen.

Syifa threw her phone in every direction, her once good mood turned chaotic.

"You ah!" Syifa covered her face with a sofa pillow

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