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HANAFI & NATASYA #2

For almost a week Natasya went home to her parents, she did not even reply and picked up the phone from her husband. She wanted to make her husband firm, not plan.

“I'm sorry Hanafi, I want you to be firm in choosing, I don't want in honey” Inner Natasya.

Like having strong inner contact with Hanafi, before long came the call from Hanafi.

Natasha started thinking. “Thank you no huh? Lift it? Nah! Lift it? Nah! Lift!” ask Natasha in my heart. “OK fix I lift” he continued.

“Assalamu’alaikum” hapa Hanafi.

“Wa’alaikumussalam” replied Natasha flat.

“How are you?” ask Hanafi.

“Alhamdulillah I baik” replied Natasha again.

The conversation between the two is very flat.

“How are you doing Aeleya? I heard she has given birth” asked Hanafi.

“Alhamdulillah good news” replied Natasha.

Silent.

“I'm going to your house ya” Hanafi said.

“For what?” natasha asked, of course she knew what her husband was coming for. He just wanted to hear the answer from Hanafi.

“Of course I want to pick you” replied Hanafi.

“I don't want to go home before you firmly choose between me or Tania” Natasya said firmly, her tone was full of emphasis.

“I choose you dear” said Hanafi. “Since the incident yesterday Tania never came again, I always thought you” he continued honestly.

“Where is he? Is it because he didn't come, you so choose me?” ask Natasya.

Hanafi breathed a sigh of resignation. “I never chose it dear” replied Hanafi.

“Lying! You once brought it to our house, it means you have chosen it” Natasya said a little emotion.

“I told you already, I'm khilaf dear” said Hanafi solemnly.

“I can't believe it! You will definitely play me again” replied Natasya.

Hanafi was silent, his wife really did not believe him.

“You why always raise trouble? I have explained everything, but you still do not believe” replied Hanafi with a tone starting to rise.

Natasha who heard the words of Hanafi shed tears.

“What did you say? I always raise trouble? You never know how I feel!” natasha replied with emotion, tears streaming down her white cheeks.

Hanafi, who heard his wife's reply, looked guilty, should not say so.

“Sorry I love” Hanafi said again, this time he is really sorry.

“I can't believe you!” natasha answered and then hung up.

Hixes

Hixes

“You're aware of it? It's your fault, why blame me? You never loved me sincerely” Inner Natasya.

Elsewhere, Hanafi was grabbing her hair in frustration. Instead of making up, it adds to the situation getting worse.

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Natasya is making breakfast, her argument with Hanafi makes her days fall apart. She always thought about her husband, where will this household ark take?

Drrr.ttt…

Natasya's phone shook, her husband called.

Natasya's face turned upset, but she missed her husband.

“…”

“Wa’alaikumussalam, what is it?” ask Natasya.

“I don't know if you care, but Zeva is sick right now. He called your name and kept” Hanafi replied, sounding a tinge of worry from his voice.

Whahuh? Zeva's sick?

Although Natasya is not Zeva's mother, she loves the child very much. From the beginning he had fallen in love with Zeva.

“You where now?” ask Natasya to worry.

“We are in Kasih Ibu” hospital replied Hanafi.

“Alright I will be there” soon Natasya said.

The phone connection was also cut off.

The Hospital

“How is Zeva doing?” ask Natasya.

Hanafi then looked at his wife's sad face. “I don't know, the doctor is checking his condition” Hanafi replied.

Silence was created between them until the doctor came out of the room.

“How's our son doc?” tanya Hanafi and Natasha together.

The doctor then looked at the couple who were overwhelmed by the anxiety.

“The son of the father of the mother was affected by typhus, but now it has been dealt with. Parents do not need to worry, Zeva will soon recover” replied the Doctor.

“Alhamdulillah” replied Hanafi and Natasha.

“Can we see it doc?” ask Natasya.

“Bby, please enter buk” sir replied the doctor then passed.

Natasha and Hanafi entered Zeva's room, and the little girl fell asleep peacefully.

“Papa, mom Natasha. Zeva kangen” raved Zeva while sleeping, her eyes still closed.

Hanafi and Natasya, who heard Zeva's voice, clasped her little daughter's finger.

“Honey, mama here” said Natasya sad.

“Papa is also here babe” says Hanafi.

Slowly the girl's eyelids opened, she looked at the faces of the two people who were looking at her sadly.

“Mama Natasya” call Zeva.

“Iya dear, mama here” replied Natasya while bringing her face closer to Zeva.

“Papa” call Zeva.

“Iya dear, papa is also here” replied Hanafi while stroking her little daughter's hair.

Zeva then looked at Natasya back. “Maafin Zeva yes ma, Zeva promise not to go anywhere without permission mama” said Zeva.

“Iya dear, mama already sorry Zeva” replied Natasya, her eyes were reddened filled with warm liquid.

Zeva then looked at Hanafi. “Pa, papa don't fight anymore ya same mama Natasya. Zeva wants to stay with mom Natasya keep” pinta Zeva.

Hanafi then looked at Natasha. “Iya dear, papa promises not to fight again with mama Natasya” replied Hanafi.

Zeva tightened Natasya's hand. “Mama Natasya still want to be mama Zeva?” zeva asked seriously, her beautiful eyes looking at Natasya expectantly.

“Iya dear, mama still wants to be mama Zeva” replied Natasya.

Hanafi then looked at Natasha clingy, reaching for Natasya's palm. “Thank you for being present in our lives” Hanafi said as he tightly grasped Natasya's fingers.

“I also thank you and Zeva for accepting me in your family” Natasya replied.

Hanafi and Natasha then embrace Zeva tightly, this little family back together.

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After Zeva fell asleep in her sleep, Hanafi saw Natasha sleeping while holding Zeva's hand.

“Honey, wake” said Hanafi while patting Natasya's shoulder gently. “You sleep on the sofa alone, later your body becomes sick if you sleep while sitting” he continued.

Natasya opened her eyes slowly, she looked at Hanafi who was about to pass. Natasha held Hanafi's hand from behind.

“I want to talk to you” Natasya said, Hanafi nodded.

Natasya and Hanafi spoke outside the room, fearing that Zeva would wake up later.

“Sorry I've been selfish all this time” Natasya said opening the conversation.

“Not you who are selfish, but I” Hanafi replied. “I should be thankful that you accepted my little family, received Zeva well”.

Hanafi then drew both hands of Natasha.

“You want to excuse me?” hanafi asked seriously, there was no sign of lies in his eyes.

“I'm sorry you from yesterday, sorry I am also Han” replied Natasya.

“I'm also sorry you love” said Hanafi then hugged his wife tightly.

Natasya then returned Hanafi's embrace equally tightly. “I love you” Natasya said still in the arms of Hanafi.

“I love you too, dear” replied Hanafi. “Never stay with me Zeva again, we need you” he continued.

“I won't leave you guys, thank you for making me a very special person” Natasha answered.

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