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Syifa was cleaning her suitcase, some clothes belonging to Hafiz he moved also into the suitcase so that the backpack that Hafiz brought only contained his work coat.

"Wet, Honey?"

"Wooking, Mas. Syifa's clothes are not much." he explained, smiling at Hafiz who was sitting on the edge of the mattress while playing mobile phone.

"Mas get out first. Not good for the others."

"Yes together, Come on."

"Ck ... Later, Mas. Not dry yet." Syifa held a towel wrapped around her hair.

"You want to borrow a shy hairdryer, Mas?" syifa said, Hafiz smiled. Then he walked closer to his wife.

"Yes, let's go first!" he hugged Syifa

"Eh .. No, Mas. Shame ..." whining Syifa

"Hehe, kidding." Hafiz hugged and kissed Syifa's head.

"Mas get out first! I'm hungry too." Hafiz held his stomach

"Astaghfirullah, Mom. Syifa. Come out first. Five more minutes of Syifa!"

"Hairways? Do not wear a hijab with wet hair. His head will turn upside down."

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The men gather in the front room, where the owner of the house receives guests, a place that witnesses the silent process of ijab qabul that occurred last night.

"Assalamu'alaikum!" hafiz

"Wa'alaikumsalam warahmatullah" answered everything in unison

"Well, Fiz's in the room!" said grandpa's husband Lia

"Dad doesn't know it." replied Papa Adzka

"So the pilgrimage to Umma, son?" ask Abi Dzaki

"God willing, Abi. Syifa again beberes." answered Hafiz sitting his body next to his Abi.

"Then back to the bad when, Fiz?"

"God willing ... Tomorrow, Pa. It's okay, Pa, Syifa ... Hafiz take?"

"Loh, so. Can Papa forbid it? Okay, Tadzh?" papa Adzka asked the iron, Abi Dzaki just laughed at the question

"If I could, Papa wouldn't have your misahin either! Titip keep Syifa yes, Fiz. Try to give happiness to her, keep her more than Papa keep her, if Hafiz already does not want Papa's child again, Return Syifa to Papa." Papa Adzka's eyes glazed

"God willing, Pa. Hafiz will do everything Hafiz can to bring happiness and take good care of Syifa. May God keep this heart forever desiring Syifa to be my wife and never to return Syifa to Papa again."

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Syifa waved her hand to her family, her tears falling one by one even though she quickly removed but her husband's eyes caught the incident.

Hafiz grasped tightly and linked their fingers, giving the girl strength through physical contact.

"God willing, if we have a holiday we will see Papa and Mama again. But now Syifa goes with Mas first yes." said Hafiz softly

"Mas ... Are we not Pilgrims?"

"So dong! I want to introduce Syifa to Umma." replied Hafiz with a smile that never faded

"Umma! What the hell is that like, Mom? Syifa wanted to know Umma too."

And throughout the journey of Medina-Makkah was decorated with stories about a woman who is most loved by the specialist.

"Umma, Hafiz has realized another dream of Umma. Umma now messes with Umma's best friend, Ma. And Hafiz also now has Mama" said Hafiz in his heart, occasionally staring out looking at the rock hills and houses with almost the same color all.

"Sleep. How comfortable? Want to get a shoulder? Or is my bag here?" hafiz said he saw his wife's red eyes

"Dizziness, Mom."

"Loh, that's it! It must be because her hair is still wet. We'll buy a hairdryer first. It should be in her hair."

"Continue Syifa can open her hijab?" Syifa was holding a needle that held together the cloth under her chin

"Eh, no!!!" Hafiz was shocked and immediately positioned his body forward to cover Syifa so as not to be seen from the rearview mirror of the taxi driver.

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Syifa sleeps very soundly despite falling asleep in a sitting position. His phone vibrated, Hafiz saw the phone Syifa placed on the passenger seat right next to him. Hafiz looked at the name on the screen.

Although the call was already the third time, Hafiz did not understand it or awaken Syifa. He acted as if he did not know anything and did not hear the vibrating of the phone.

A few minutes later Syifa finally woke up smilingly looking at Hafiz.

"Why smile?" Hafiz stared back

"Nothing. Just smile!"

"So the phone kept vibrating."

"Mas not lift? Papa or Mama? Or Akmal?"

"No, look at yourself"

Syifa took her mobile phone and saw the missed call. Her heartbeat tightened, not because of the name indicated in the call but the fear of her husband misunderstanding.

Syifa glanced at Hafiz who was staring out the window.

"Mas ..." call Syifa in doubt

"Call back, who knows it's important."

"Hm ... No, my mom. Later if in contact again can Syifa lift?" ask Syifa carefully

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