The Secound Choice's
Seven Five

This dawn was very cold, with lazy Syifa moved from her bed walking while opening her eyes towards the bathroom. The coldness of the tears made his eyes instantly bright, the drowsiness disappeared.

The dawn Adhan gives the effect of a smile that does not stop expanding on his face, the voice makes him feel more in love again and again to the man who is singing the Adhan.

Finished performing his worship, as usual Syifa made the bed and checked the items that are dear to be cleaned version of all husbands is no exception Hafiz her husband. Yes ... Especially if it is not clothes that have been used but left hanging in every place that can be switched to function as a clothes hanger.

After everything seemed neat, Syifa checked her mobile phone. But something seems incomplete. The girl was looking for Hafiz's hape who usually also sat on the nightstand with her phone but this time the item was not there.

"Why come to the mosque take Hape?" muttered,

Not too dizzy and trying to positive thinking, Syifa brought a dirty clothes basket down. Things that Art was supposed to do, but Syifa wanted to do it herself. It seemed that the room was privacy, only she and her husband were allowed to go in and out of it. For others, it is not impossible, but it is better not to be except in an emergency.

"Have you prayed, Bi?" asked Syifa from the top of the stairs, seeing Art they had started to beberes in the kitchen

"Eh .. already,Neng." replied Auntie pouting a smile, full smile to the pleasure of devoting herself to the Hafiz family of men is still in the process of being present in the world.

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Syifa closed her mouth, so that her crying voice would not be heard. After feeling enough to be there, the woman in green pajamas went back up to her room.

Syifa drowned her face on the pillow, shedding all her vexation and sadness that came simultaneously.

The sound of door knobs moving, greetings from that direction were heard. Syifa sat down and answered the greeting with a reddened face, making Hafiz surprised and frowning.

"Wa'alaikumsalam! Why Mas!! Why is it so bad to Syifa?!"

"Why? What's wrong?" Hafiz wanted to get closer but Syifa's hand movements made her undo her intentions

"Syifa knows, after the marriage contract all Papa's responsibilities turn to Syifa's husband, Syifa knows that everything in Syifa including his own freedom has become his right. But Syifa also has the life of Mas, not a puppet! Although Syifa was a doctor but Syifa's own choice not to work after Syifa married.

I'm happy with how I am now, Mom. Just less kids! We don't have any children yet! I haven't been able to give you that happiness ... Hicks ... Hiks" Isak cried Syifa made Hafiz again want to come closer and hugged his wife tightly

Initially Syifa revolted, but Hafiz's energy must have been stronger so that eventually the girl was silent without resisting letting her husband embrace.

"Why do we want to separate? Why would Syifa go to Germany alone? Syifa did not want to continue Syifa, Mas. Just leave it like this!" her whine stared at her husband, sad,

Hafiz finally knew why his wife had suddenly become what she is today. It turned out that his conversation with the professor on the porch of the house was heard by Syifa.

"I'm sorry, I. I don't understand what my wife wants. Sorry, Syifa! I really can't turn into a Fauzi who really understands everything you want."

"Wift! Maybe talking to him makes you sad to lose!" Hafiz picked up Syifa's phone which was charging. The man then went to get his coat and briefcase, and came out slamming the door.

Syifa stared at the nanar towards him, then switched to scroll the green phone icon on her phone

"Yes, Zi" he said

The conversation went on, and there was good news from there. Fauzi has now become a father, Syifa is happy and really happy to hear it.

"Is your mom healthy too?" tanyanya

Fauzi explained his wife's state of being fine, just this time ... Yoli is asleep.

Syifa flicked the curtains of her room, looking down after hearing the sound of friction against the fence of their house. Syifa saw Hafiz leave, the man had a quick look at her but actually left their home.

There was guilt in the depths of his heart, but the annoyance that Hafiz unilaterally wanted to send him back to Germany was almost as great, so that even Hafiz's jealousy was brushed off, "I have nothing with Fauzi, why be jealous of me!" he spoke in his heart of self-defense

That morning the two legitimate children of man in the eyes of religion became husband and wife, living a long life. Because, from each of them both want to torture themselves or maybe they actually feel empty if they do not eat together.

In the kitchen, women who are almost as old repeatedly see the dishes that are on the dining table.

"Why doesn't anyone have breakfast?!" figured

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