I WAS THE THIRD PERSON

The Forty Nine

Shafiq flips his body ... A few moments later Shafiq was not seen again.

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5 O'clock Shafiq woke up. Because of various strange in the brain, he became bad luck woke up that morning and did not perform evening prayers. Fura doesn't seem to be in the bed. "He must be in the kitchen" inner Syafiq.

In his brain it immediately flashed. "Is Shofi still in this house?"

A considerable curiosity led him slowly to walk towards the front as his eyes glanced up to the top floor. Shafiq wants to confirm the whereabouts of Shofi's car, whether it is still parked there or not. Making sure Shofi's decision is precise.

Shafiq opened the curtain and was stunned, The yellow Mazda is non-existent! The bitterness filled his blood stream. "My lady's really gone!"

Clutching the claustrophobic Syafiq back to the room to clean themselves and run the Qobliyah Subuh then the worship of Dawnnya. Some of His Robb Love verses were chanted to erode all the tightness.

05:45 Shafiq decided to return to the bed, re-restraining the body into his choice. An hour later, a pair of small hands began to move around his body. Shafiq woke up, a smile leaning onto an innocent face with a hijab covering his head.

Shafiq pulled the small body of Hana sitting on her lap facing her face. Shafiq stared fixedly at the tiny face, "This is the face that must always be happy, the face of this little woman! Not another woman present gave love a moment and disappeared."

Shafiq kissed Hana's face, so Hana seemed to laugh with her beauty as the fine hairs of Syafiq landed on her smooth face. "Then let's have breakfast! Umi's waiting for Abi" said Hana. Syafiq.

Shafiq came out holding Hana on his back. He looked at the face of ayu Fura in the distance while smiling. "This woman is my true home, she is always ready to welcome me with her smile" whispered Shafiq.

"Lho is carried anyway! Hana's grown up, honey!" pekik Furas.

"Hurry and get Hana down, Abi! Before Umi became a tiger!" Shafiq laughed and lowered Hana's body.

Fura did not want Syafiq to spoil Hana too much, he did not want Hana to be spoiled and weak like him. Her father used to spoil her so much that she is what she is now. Can not be independent, even homework all ART that does. Never mind cooking, even entering the kitchen Fura almost never before marriage.

Shafiq approached Fura and summed up the face, a kiss docked at the top of Fura's head. "Why didn't this morning wake me up, hem?" whispered Syafiq.

"Because my Jawza looks so tired" said Fura.

"Don't do it again, just wake me up anyway, okay!" Fura nodded.

"Let's have breakfast, Bi! Or Hana's gonna be bad luck! You're leaving today, aren't you?"

"I leave at 9 today straight to the project! The meeting was held there!" syafiq said landing his body on the chair, his heart rippled to glance at the chair in front of the empty Omar.

"Normally in the office!" fura Seloroh.

"It's a new project, my boss's client asked us to look to the location to determine the design and architecture!"

"Make a new building, huh?" ask Fura while spooning rice to the dish Syafiq.

"Old renovation!"

The rice on the plates of Shafiq, the children, and the plates themselves have been served. Now Fura opened the lid of the side dish container in front of him. The aroma that immediately stung the senses of Syafiq, the opor of chicken. Her favorite food was served in the morning like this. It sparkles when the chicken thigh cut with yellow sauce is joined by Fura with rice on his plate. Balado potatoes do not forget to complete it.

"Thank you for taking the trouble to serve my favorite meal this morning, Mbok!" lontar Syafiq towards mbok Santi who was putting a teapot to the table. Mbok Santi flinched, he looked at Fura. Fura nodded asking the middle-aged woman to move on.

"Maybe," smiled Fura. It seemed that the children had been eating voraciously regardless of the two parents still whispering to each other.

"Here we go, Bi! Poor chicken on your plate you didn't touch, either" said Fura. Shafiq smile.

Shafiq started to put one mouthful into his mouth. The taste attached to his tongue is very familiar, making him bother swallowing it because it is tucked tight in every chew. Shafiq looked at Fura after his lips finished swallowing. "Who cooked this, Juriyy?" lirih Syafiq with a restless look.

Fura stared fixedly at the hue, only then replied. "The person who cooks is upstairs!"

"Your mud. Sho-fi, still a-da here?"

Fura nodded.

Dada Syafiq. He lifted his body and quickly moved into the living room to open the curtains. The yellow Mazda was back in place, it was beautifully parked on the side of the white Avanza Fura. A pair of long legs did not wait long immediately up one by one stairs until in a matter of seconds his body had pegged on the face of the room with a white door with a purple mist.

Shafiq took a new breath he put his fingers into the door handle and turned it slowly. The door slowly opened. Things that have happened before seem to repeat themselves. Different times, but he saw the same picture of events.

"Astagfirulloh, Mom! You surprised me!" Shofi who had just come out of the bathroom and was still wrapped in a towel was shocked to see Syafiq entering his room.

Shofi pushes the body of Shafiq towards the door. "Once it's done I'll open the door!"

Shafiq shook his head. Feeling Shofi's finger push down on his body and remembering the piece of yesterday's incident when Shofi let him wait outside the room on the grounds that he was still keeping his distance.

"No.. This is not that day!"

Shafiq grabbed Shofi's fingers, grasped them and made a directional movement. Shafiq pushed Shofi's body slowly and stopped him on the face of the bed. Shofi's eyes were wide.

"Mass ... Ahh ...!" decak Shofi as his body bounced and landed perfectly on the soft mattress.

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💔What happened a moment before until Shofi discards the ego and the principle is in the chapter after this ya❤

💔I apologize if the final decision that Shofi took will trigger the disappointment of many readers. All according to groove in the brain Bubu🙏

💔Before reading, from the title it is clear that this is the story of an ambiguous man. So, if anyone lately does not like this kind of story, thank you for continuing to follow and curious until still following will be taken where this story ends.

💔There are still surprises ahead.

💔Your moments both pros and cons have always been the spirit of Bubu and become the thing that is always awaited and can not be separated from the observation of Bubu, aka definitely Bubu read😘

💔Thank you for the support always, hopefully Bubu's mood remains attached until the end of the story whose chapter will not Bubu make long like other Bubu novels😉

Wasallam ...

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