The Secound Choice's
Six Nine

Syifa continued to pull her blanket, the cold felt piercing to the bone, but again the blanket she had just pulled back down from her body.

With such drowsiness, the girl once again looked for the existence of her blanket with her eyes still closed.

The sound of laughter came from someone, making Syifa immediately open her eyes in surprise.

"Haha ... It's dawn! Pull the blanket on!" said Hafiz staring fixed Syifa, the man is now wearing a black robe, his hair still leaves wet with ablution water

"Astaghfiullah!" Syifa was aghast, her blanket pulled up to cover her entire body and face. A few moments of silence like remembering something

"Darling! We are legal to be husband and wife!" Hafiz opened the shield that Syifa was using, staring at the woman lovingly.

"Sorry! Last night, Mas really couldn't resist the drowsiness. Why didn't Syifa wake Mas?"

"No problem, Mom. Syifa Kasian, Mas is really soybean." replied Syifa lowered her head

"Yes, pray. The sunrise hunt. After that we pray two rakaat both yes." said Hafiz, Syifa also went to clean themselves and perform dawn worship.

After a few minutes, Syifa had finished fulfilling his obligations while extending Dzikir, Hafiz who had just returned to the room approached him.

"Come on!" said Hafiz, while Syifa pegged his fingers so that it made a kretek sound

"Why?" Hafiz could read the nervousness

"Hm ... Syifa did not know what her prayer intention was, Mas." The girl really felt stupid in front of Hafiz

Hafiz replied with lips that did not stop smiling. His duties as a husband, as a priest and guiding the wife begin now. Although his profession as a doctor, but his religious knowledge is quite qualified.

"Every marriage wants her to carry on a descent, right? All deeds must always be accompanied by good prayers. It's one of our ways to be a Samaritan family, may God guide us into understanding husband and wife, understanding each other, and becoming each other's clothes." Syifa furrowed her brows as the words of the clothes Hafiz said.

"Wife is the dress of the Husband, the Husband is the dress of the wife. What does it mean that Syifa is not dressed, ashamed or not? Conversely, if Mas is not dressed, surely Mas will also be embarrassed!

So the husband and wife must take care of each other's honor." explained Hafiz

"This is actually the reason Syifa rejected the application for time in Germany. Syifa believes, if the one who proposed Syifa must be one of the study pilgrims who Syifa also dared to zamin, surely the person is pious, and his religious knowledge is good. Not the same Syifa who does not know anything about this." explained Syifa, the tears began to fall

"Hm ... Pantyhose! But once anyway, Mas did not apply, at see his profile just not!!" cebik Hafiz

"Eh, already! Don't cry on. We pray first yes, long time can cancel this wudhu mas!"

"Yes" Syifa stood up, took a prayer mat in the closet and spread it out for Hafiz

Two rakaat had been done, once again Hafiz held his wife's head reciting a prayer pleading to the Divine to make his wife a devout and righteous wife.

Gently pecked his wife's forehead, very long.

"I'm sorry, Mom. Because from last night, Mas could only make Syifa shed tears. God willing, Mas will try to give all that makes Syifa happy, because Syifa's happiness is Mas' happiness as well."

"Sorry! I can only give you a very simple maskawin. That's all the cash in the wallet, Mom. If you know last night Mas will get married, Mas will melt all the gold savings for our dowry." said Hafiz stretched his hand ready to receive a welcome hug from the wife.

"It's not tears of sadness, Mas. Syifa was willing to continue crying like this because this cry was a happy cry. Syifa sincerely received a simple dowry that was given to Syifa, may Allah give the blessing behind that simplicity." Syifa rushed into Hafiz's arms

"Ana Uhibbuki Fillah!" hafiz hugged Syifa tightly, while Syifa remained silent without replying to her husband.

"I love u too, Mas." she replied later,

"Syifa doesn't know what she's answering!!!That means right, Mas?" Syifa was a little cranky and embarrassed, thinking maybe she answered wrongly

"Haha ... It's not wrong. I love you, my wife." said Hafiz again, the man woke up and carried his wife who was still using mukena

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Haduuuh, feel ngontract you guys anyway? 🥰

Sorry long time no update yes, Wifi I got struck by lightning 😂

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