The Secound Choice's
Seven Two

Syifa put her phone down and got out of bed, her sleepiness almost gone. Folded the prayer mat, mukena and open the mukena sheath that she still wears.

The girl took back her phone, not to call just to make sure what time it was.

"No, no going home. Are you under meeting your friends?" he said alone

Syifa also combed her hair, wearing knit chips and took a colored hijab cloth in line with the robe she was wearing. Without looking at the glass gadia was wearing her hijab while walking.

Passing through the living room and about to head for the exit his steps came to a halt as the sound of someone stopping his steps.

"Where are you going, Yang?" hafiz

Syifa turned her body, it turned out that Hafiz was already behind her at this moment.

"Eh!!!" Hafiz took something in his wife's mouth

"When swallowed? Don't do this again." said Hafiz, not angry but just giving a warning. Sometimes small things can be big if underestimated.

Syifa could only stare at her husband who was holding a needle. Syifa did not wear her headscarf, the head covering cloth fell to her shoulder because Hafiz suddenly hugged her.

Old ... Very long. Hafiz hugged Syifa for a very long time, without speaking anything.

Initially Syifa patted her husband on the back, returning the hug until she was bored because she felt it had been a long time.

"Mas!" call him, but there is no answer

"Brake!!" call Syifa again, but Hafiz's response is still the same

"Maahas ...." Syifa softened her voice, as if whining because she was tired of supporting her thin body plus the burden of half the body of the husband

"Mas!" this time Syifa shook her husband's body

"Shut up! Let the mas be like this. I'm angry again!" finally Hafiz spoke as well, the short sentence that came out of his mouth made Syifa frown

"Why is it angry, Mas?" Syifa impatiently held back her curious feelings. Hafiz's embrace wanted her to let go and look at her husband's handsome face fixedly, but Hafiz's energy was much stronger than her

"Darling! Silence first. Let Mas like this first." replied Hafiz again

Finally Syifa resigned, lowering both hands to dangle like a helpless body, only the legs that can support his body.

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Eating only marked with stones as a gravestone, without a name or anything like eating in their homeland was the place where Hafiz's first love was buried.

After spending enough time in that place, Hafiz and Syifa walked home. Along the way while waiting for a taxi, Syifa asked a lot about her husband's family. Hafiz also introduced as much detail as possible, so that Syifa is not too awkward when returning to Indonesia later.

"Mas!"

"Yes, Honey?"

"Hm ... If you don't call me darling, can you? Just call Dek that." said Syifa

"Why would you call me darling? Is anyone jealous?"

"Eh! No, it's not, Mom."

"Mas why the hell? How does it feel a little weird, huh?" Syifa stared in another direction, looking around until she saw the afternoon sky

"Ow! Syifa ... I heard Syifa talk to Fauzi, right?" guess Syifa, looking at her husband with a stifled smile

"Hm" replied Hafiz

"Haha ... Cie ... Jealous Cie." ledek Syifa too, Hafiz just looked at him with a smile holding his hands folded on his chest.

"Come, that's the cab" said Hafiz holding Syifa's hand

"Syifa doesn't taste anything anymore, Mom. Trust in God." Syifa raised two 'pis' fingers as Hafiz stopped his steps and looked at him.

"Yes, if Syifa says believe in Syifa, ntar Masnya be Shirk." said the girl again

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Okay, we contract here, contract 😁