The Secound Choice's
Six Four

The Maghrib Adhan has been completed, all the men who are in the house have left the creamed house since fifteen manits ago, leaving the women who perform their worship at home.

"Aren't you praying, Dek?" Syifa spoke to her cousin's sister who was still busy helping her prepare appetizers for the guests who were coming tonight

"Again mamnu', Brother. Brother go to pray, and beautiful dance too. Who knows, Abi's friend will want to see his future daughter-in-law first." look at the veiled woman

"Hm ... No, my sister is beautiful!" syifa replied with a grin.

"Bec ... Yes, Brother. Believe me.." replied the girl laughing visible from both her narrowed eyes.

Syifa looked at the clock on her wrist. Time seemed to spin too fast, his heart was really not careless. It was still a good thing that Syifa could hide that nervousness.

Syifa went into the room and cleaned herself and slapped the prayer mat before the Rabbi.

"O Allah, give peace to the Servant. Only you can understand how much my servant feels today. Oh Allah ... If You allow a servant to marry through this betrothal, do not cast doubt on the Servant, O God. Embrace this step and make your decision Beautiful." he said full of days, it feels that the level of surrender has really reached the end, not desperate but full of surrender and full of hope to the creator.

Perhaps after today, his status will turn into a future wife of a man whom he knows is both from Sumatra.

After finishing his degree, Syifa wore a thin powder on his face. In front of the mirror he looked at his face.

"Wear powder alone, later if it is too beautiful he is more likely to hahaha" he said alone

The door was knocked, the cousin entered the room.

"Sister, take a shower!"

"Can't! Find your own room!!" syifa replied chuckling, the girl does like to tease her cousin who is too quiet. Exactly her mother, they were both like Mama Juna and Aunt June as children.

"You're so polite, Dek! This is your room, why use permission all to big brother! Ih ... Gemesin. It's gonna be the scramble of the ikhwan." Syifa hugged her cousin's sister.

"G ... Brother! The distance of the story, still want to finish memorizing first, sister." replied the little girl

Syifa suddenly remembered the man she felt fit to be with her cousin's sister. Male shaleh penghapal Qur'an nun far in Indonesia.

"That is like this ... The same as you, Mas." he said.

The voice from the direction shifted the focus of the two of them, Aunt Jun entered the room.

"It's over, brother? Let's get out. Don't you want to see her husband? Lohs ... You haven't had a shower yet, son?" said the beakbaya woman

"Yes, Mi. It's just taking a shower." replied his daughter with a towel

"Come, sister Syifa." take June bi again, but Syifa is still at home in his original position

"Name Ahmad. His son is polite, handsome too. Not long as your uncle is shrill."

"Oi ... Ahmad." Syifa

"Come, Son. We have to be ready if later from that side wants to see you!"

"Eh, Yes ... Bi. Come on." Syifa held her aunt's hand

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In a room the size of a standard living room that is separate from the family room, it sounds a bit boisterous. The men seemed to be talking while occasionally joking.

The typical Middle East room was designed specifically to make it easier for women to not be too bothered to keep the urat because of the separate place, so more awake privacy.

"Have you come, brother?" ask Bi Jun to her brother

"Seems like already. There's another car!" mama Juna revealed a window curtain showing a car that did not belong to her sister-in-law parked there.

"Bun, Abinya the kids have said the food was taken out yet?"

"Not yet, son." replied Cindy

"here, Fa. Sit down with Nenda! You nervous, huh?" Mother Cindy pulled Syifa's arm that had just stood there

"God willing, Ahmad is good ... Polite, another profession is the same as you. So it's definitely not hard for you to adapt to each other later."

"Yes, Nenda. Aamiins. Nenda ... Hm ...."

"Why, Son? What do you want to ask?"

"Hm ... Syifa is not bad enough for him" said Syifa shivering her lips

"Oh my God, you are not ugly, dear. You are beautiful. Ahmad would not refuse if he saw you. Believe in Nenda!"

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