The Secound Choice's
Eight

"What is all this, Zi? why are you hiding everything from your mother, son?" shrieked the woman, her eyes kept watching maybe her daughter-in-law was around.

"Why don't you refuse and explain your relationship to Mother? Dad too! why did you all sacrifice for my sake .. hiks .. hiks, how is Syifa now?"

"Syifa is now in Germany, Bun. He continued his education there. Syifa repeatedly told Zi to forget about it, Bun. But ... Sorry, so far I can't. Zi could not make your mother happy yet." the handsome man lowered his head.

"Then what now, Dad? what should we do! Is there a Yoli at the moment? She was also a very good girl ..." Besides feeling guilty, she also felt sorry for her daughter-in-law.

"If you think Dad, you better try to open your heart, Zi! Believing in the destiny established by the almighty is part of the pillars of faith! you as a Muslim should be able to run it! Qabul is not just a word, but a promise to God. Your responsibilities have increased, son. Your service is not only for your mother at this time, but you have one more responsibility, which is to make your wife happy!

Start by being her friend, hopefully gradually that feeling changes after you recognize her more. But if you don't find comfort after the journey, God also allows his servant to end a relationship, even if it's something he hates!"

"You are an adult, your insight is also broad, your knowledge is also not small! I believe you can, son." Dad patted Fauzi on the shoulder

Tok .. tok .. tok!

"Assalamu'alaikum, Dad. The midwife has come." Yoli opened the door after knocking and said her greetings first. He was confronted by a woman in her 40s carrying a small black bag.

"Oh, Alhamdulillah has awakened. Mother why? What do you feel, Mom?" ask the woman who is friendly

"I became a part of the panic earlier, coincidentally my motorcycle was being taken by my husband to take my son to teach at the mosque. So I follow the mother of this teacher, Masya Allah .. kemayu gini bring his motorcycle like Valentino Rossi, Mom." continued the woman also

"Be careful with the bike, Nduk. Do not repeat again, Mother does not want anyone sick again in our family." said mother holding the hand of Yoli, her daughter-in-law is now beside her

"The name is panic, Bun." Yoli replied smilingly

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"Cheal fast, Mom. Assalamu'alaikum." said the woman.

"Come, Mom. I'm inter. Promise me this time will not speed again hehe." asked Yoli, the girl had held her motor contact.

"Let us drive, Dek!" Fauzi took the motor contact on Yoli's hand, Yoli's blood rippled, only this time the man called her Dek.

"But, Mas! I'm not feeling well."

"It's okay. Come, Ma. We're leaving now!" take Fauzi to the midwife.

"Be careful, Mom!" Yoli escorted her husband and midwife to the front of the house. The woman's face was anxious, worried about her husband. Afraid just in case suddenly his head returned dizzy like the other day.

"Already, Son. Just go in wait for Zi inside. He's already okay. There accompany your Mother!" Dad came to him.

"Yes, Dad. Athaghfirullah! I haven't eaten yet! Come on, Dad .. eat first. Let your mother Yoli's food just take her to the room!" the long-veiled woman rushed to the kitchen,

"You really treated us well, son. May God open my son's heart soon." Prayer in the heart.

Twenty minutes passed, the sound of a motorbike was heard entering the yard. Following the greeting.

"Come, Zi. Eat up!" said the father from the kitchen, Fauzi approached.

"Mother haven't eaten yet?" asked the man, seeing that there was only his father.

"It was eating in the room, look! your wife really treats your mother like her own!" said the Father. Fauzi just smiled a little without saying anything.

"Eat! yoli's cooking is also delicious!" Dad's spooning rice to Fauzi's plate

"Dad! I can do it myself!!"

"Hm .. kirain! after your wife gets used to being served like that!" father taunting

"Ear king! that husband is king! and that wife is the queen!" Fauzi was silent again, lazy to answer his father's babble.

"Eh, are you done eating your bundles?" hamish said he saw his son-in-law coming out of the room.

"Here you go, Dad."

"Then eat! you haven't eaten yourself, have you?" His daughter-in-law nodded.

"Father accompany your mother first!" Hamish left the child and his daughter-in-law alone.

"Sorry, Mas. So no eating mas! Mas should still eat rice porridge right." said Yoli saw her husband

"It's okay. I'm just grateful that you've taken care of your mother."

"There's no thank you for an obligation, ma'am." Yoli lowered her head for a moment then took a side dish to accompany the white rice that had filled the contents of her plate.

"Non't you, Mom?! Mother was the one who taught her to make her soup. Said mother, if mas sick mas always ask mother masakin chicken soup like this."

"Hm .. good indeed." answered Fauzi accordingly

"When I was thinking that this is what cooks mom! it tastes even better than what you're used to!" fauzi said in his heart

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Daytime in the city of Clogne. Syifa folded her face and she put it in her bag. The woman then left the mosque.

"Assalamu'alaikum!" greet the group of women in hijab.

"Wa'alaikumsalam." Syifa replied awkwardly. He was embarrassed not to wear a veil at the mosque.

"Have you finished praying?" greet one of the groups, white-nosed women.

"Today we have a study. If you want, you can come along." invite him anyway

"Emm .. how yes." Syifa scratched her head

"We're not forcing, just asking. As fellow Muslim students, we should invite each other in terms of kindness." said one more person.

"But I ...." Syifa raised both hands, like a scarecrow.

"Bring me up, right? just wear that. Later the review is saved again." said one of the group again, everything looks really friendly and sincere

"All right." Syifa replied, and the girl took her face from her bag.

"It's neat?!" the question then, no more awkwardness. Syifa is also typical of sociable people

"Let's go in." invite the girl who first said hello earlier

"How do you know I'm a student?" ask Syifa on the way.

"Hm .. I see you often on campus. We have also met several times! but you never notice the people around you! you're too cool with your thick books! basic doctor!" answer the woman

"Hey .. Then you're a doctor too!"

"Yes! but I'm not a nerdy doctor! hahaha ...."

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