Seikhlas Love Afifa 2

Have Grandma...

HAPPY READING'S...⚘⚘⚘

Fauzi and Afifa nodded, both smiling reassuringly at their parents.

"It's late, you better take a break" Papa said.

"Yes Pa", replied Afifa followed by a nod Fauzi, "Mama and Papa sleep in the guest room only, the room is Fifa ready".

"Yes, son" answered Mama.

Afifa stood followed by Fauzi, saying goodbye, but Fauzi turned his steps towards the kitchen. "You go first, baby, I go back" he said with a smile and stepped into the back bathroom to wash his face and take drinking water in the kitchen.

Afifa nodded, then walked back to her room. When he arrived in the room, he sat in his dressing chair, then opened the instant veil that still covered his head, revealing the hair that he accidentally stacked on his head with his favorite black clasp. Afifa took a deep breath, inadvertently her eyes turned to the guide book pregnant women who still kept neatly on the bookshelf beside her dressing table, her feelings were longed by the presence of a fetal figure in her womb, which she still kept neatly on the shelf, unable to stop the movement of his hand to pick up the book. Sheet by sheet he reopened, did not feel the details of tears came out just so wet his cheeks, his mind back in the moments of losing his baby, he said, and now the longing comes back leaving regret for the carelessness he had done before.

"Honey.", call Fauzi who turned out to be standing behind him looking at the reflection of his wife's face behind the mirror without realizing Afifa.

"Eh.iya...Sis.", replied Afifa immediately wiped her tears and turned towards her husband.

"Why?", he asked, "do you still think about what Mama and Papa said earlier?", Fauzi approached Afifa.

Afifa stood up, "Ah.no, sister, I. I was just reading this book", forcing a smile while showing the book she was holding.

Fauzi took the book in Afifa's hand, took a quick look at it and put it back on Afifa's dresser. "Hmmm...did you miss him?", asked Fauzi looking fixedly at Afifa's bowed face.

Afifa nodded slowly. Fauzi rubbed the remaining tears on Afifa's cheek with his finger. "Then, we have to do more" he said with a smile.

Afifa lifted her face, "Tomorrow we go to the obstetrician, sister, I'm afraid there's an abnormality in my uterus after that".

"Alright dear", said Fauzi while removing the hairpin on the head of Afifa and put it on the dresser, Afifa's hair was long decomposed, showing small circles at the end of her hair, her hair was neatly lined at the end of her forehead adding to her natural beauty. Fauzi smiled, "But tomorrow is Sunday, we go to the doctor on Monday, after you go home from school, I pick you up and we go straight to the doctor".

"Yes, sister.", Afifa let Fauzi's hand play her hair and slipped it behind her ear.

"Before we go to the doctor, we try first tonight yes", said Fauzi smiled mischievously at his wife, his hands deftly began to open one by one button of Afifa's robe.

Afifa smiled, "But our Monday appointment to the doctor".

"Yes dear.., take it easy I'm a standby husband" he said again, one kiss landed on the lips Afifa. not felt, the gown of Afifa was piled under his feet. "You're smart now too" Fauzi said.

"Smart what?" asked Afifa.

"Smart unbuttoned my shirt", Fauzi blinked one eye at Afifa.

Afifa jolted, apparently she just realized, if since then her hands move down one by one button her husband's shirt that has now been opened entirely showing the chest of the field and the abdomen sispack her husband right in front of her. Afifa blushed in embarrassment, she hid her face in front of her husband's chest, making her able to hear clearly the beating of her husband's heart.

"Honey.", call Fauzi while hugging the tiny body of Afifa.

"Hmmm...?" Afifa lifted his head.

Fauzi kissed the head of Afifa, then the two walked to the contest of love to vent their respective desires in the name of the most beautiful worship in the world.

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In the morning, Fauzi's family and his parents finished breakfast, since waking up, Afifa's mother-in-law continued to show her affection for Talita, ranging from waking her up to sleep, preparing her clothes, food and even bribing her.

Talita who had not understood the mother change of the person she called as Father was only following what the middle-aged woman was doing. For him one pleasure can get abundant affection from a grandmother who was never born he got. But, the sudden change of course makes children the age of Talita who have begun to understand, a little surprised and ventured to talk to them on the sidelines of breakfast.

"Mother.today Talita is very bright", he said with a smile.

"O yeah?, why baby?", asked Afifa.

"Talita feels like she has a grandmother" he said innocently.

Afifa fell silent at Talita's reply, then turned her gaze to Fauzi and her Mother-in-law, then looked back at Talita who was sitting next to her.

"Ma Eyang is indeed Talita's Grandmother" said Afifa.

Talita stopped her chewing, then looked at Afifa and Mama in turn, as if asking for an explanation.

"Dear, Ma Eyang is Dad's mother, so Ma Eyang is Talita's Grandmother, and Pak Eyang is also Talita's Grandfather", explained Afifa at length, reciprocated with a cute smile from Talita.

"And this.", Nadia chimed in while pointing at herself with her finger. "Sister Nadia, her sister Talita", he said in a hurry not to miss.

He made everyone at the dinner table laugh.

After breakfast, Mama spoke again. "Zi..., Mama wants to see Wulan today, we're going to her house". Mama said to her son.

Afifa who was cleaning dirty dishes with Nadia, suddenly stopped her activities.she took a deep breath, and turned towards her mother-in-law. Afifa thought of the possibility that would happen if they met Wulan and her father.

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Assalamualaikum Readers. Sorry yesterday can not Up. se.oga Up today can treat your longing to Afifa...😊

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By: Rahma Husnul.