The Secound Choice's
Eighty

Syifa stared out the window, just a white expanse stretching as far as the eye could see. His lips were endlessly putting on a smile as his gaze turned to the man next to him.

"Hm ... It was so cute to sleep." he muttered to see Hafiz who was asleep while borrowing his right shoulder

He looked at that face. Scanning every part that Syifa felt always exuded a positive aura even though the man was angry.

"Whatever it is for you, Mas." he said in his heart

Flashbacks

"Zi!"

"Yes!"

"I'm pretty sure by now, that you're really happy there. The fate we live in is not wrong, it is at the beginning very bitter but ends sweet right?!Now you have become a complete family with the presence of children.

Zi .. Maybe unlike Yoli, I think my husband is upset about our relationship right now, Zi."

"G ... Why is he going to such a child!!?"

"Ck ..this isn't his fault, it's my fault. Possibly ... If you were in his position, you'd feel the same."

"Dz ... Take care of your wife, child and yourself. I hope this is our last phone call. Don't ever call me again, Zi. I don't want my husband to get hurt because of this."

End Flashback

"Never underestimate the slightest problem, son. As soon as possible, it should be resolved. In order not to be a big deal.

Sometimes, giving up is better than finding justification for what we do that our husband doesn't like."

"If the husband becomes fire, we must become water. Vice versa. Divorce will be regretful, son. Although both of them would not admit it. Because everything first is a precious and special experience."

"Hafiz loves you, Fauzi too. But your husband is Hafiz. The hafiz you should have started. Hafiz's feelings that Syifa should always take care of. Not Fauzi, he's just your old friend now."

Syifa remembered the advice of her mother, whom she would miss three years later.

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The black car drove at a moderate speed out of the airport area. Syifa and Hafiz are breathing European air.

"Wear the scarf don't take it off, then the flu." Hafiz fixed the scarf that almost slipped off Syifa's neck

"It's okay, Mom. Syifa is wearing a hijab!"

"It's not Indonesia, honey" said Hafiz raising his eyeballs

"OK, okay!"

In their conversation, the ringing of the mobile phone ensued. Hafiz picked up the call, not how long his cell phone had been given to Syifa.

"It's Akmal. Is your phone dead?" hafiz said blending statements with questions at once.

"Eh ...." Syifa checked the phone inside her bag, then grinned. The girl forgot to reactivate her phone after getting off the plane

Syifa picked up the phone and immediately kept it away from her ear.

"You broke your eardrum, Kamal! What??!"

"Where are you?"

"Hm ... Streeted. Now on to Hamburg. Wh why? You want to come here? Bring us a wedding gift? Ah ... Don't bother."

"Return to Hamburg! Didn't Papa say you were going to Cologne? want to continue your study?"

"Yes, but I'd like to see Corla's mother first, Coy! Haha"

"What??! you are a bandit! Haha"

"I'll see if you're back in Indonesia."

"But la later, long time I've been here."

"What do you think my gift looks like? The cake!"

"Yes, it could be. You're stingy, how about I get an expensive gift!"

Kakau Akmal and Syifa have been connected so the neighbors who are sitting opposite them will feel like hitchhiking in their own homes.

"Sir, I'm married!" akmal said, making Syifa who continued to scatter speechless

"What???! Seriously, Deck?"

"Yes, I'm a husband now!" answer Akmal proudly

"Eh, Vc ... Vc! I want to see your wife.

"Ooo ... No way, ipeh. You can see it later after you return to Indonesia."

"O Allah, that's how it is, Kamal!! I was wondering about your wife. Real bule? I want him to be the same as you! Ugly must be him!" Hafiz shook his head to see his wife.

"Congratulations, Mal. May we be samara family. When to go back to Indonesia?" Hafiz took over the conversation

"Aamiin, O God. God willing after the wife's duty is done, Bang. Three months away." explained Akmal anyway

"What does your wife do? Soldiers too?" connect Syifa

"Doctor, Brother." Akmal replied briefly

"Yahoo!!!"

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