Seikhlas Love Afifa 2

The plan...

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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.

Fauzi glanced at Afifa, then turned back to his mother. "Ma..emmm..preferably..., not now!", he said a little confused.

"Lo...!, why?, Mama only wants to meet the woman who has given birth to Granddaughter Mama", Mama's words suddenly made Afifa speech silent and bowed, now her heartbeat is racing faster. For some reason, the word of the woman who had given birth to the granddaughter of Mama who had just spoken her in-laws sounded loud in her eardrums.

Fauzi turned his head back towards Afifa, conscious of the change in his wife's expression. "We.we just call Wulan here yes" Fauzi said later to his mother.

"Why was he called here? You also have to meet your parents", Mama asked again.

"Yes, but not now, later if Mama has met Wulan, she will explain it directly to Mama".

Mama seemed to think for a while, then resumed her speech. "Yes, tell Wulan to come here!", he said without seeing the expression of his daughter-in-law who had been silent since hearing all his words.

"After Ma, Aji picked up his cell phone in the room" Fauzi said, walking up to Afifa, and holding his wife's hand.

Afifa looked back with Fauzi's gaze which meant asking him to follow her, nodding and following Fauzi's steps towards her room.

As he got into the room, Fauzi closed the door, both of them sitting next to each other on the edge of the bed. "Sorry Brother, maybe it's time we told our parents everything" Fauzi said softly, his gaze straight at the door.

Afifa shifted her seat docked towards her husband. "Indeed it should be so, sister, we can not continue to hide everything, especially to our own parents", holding the back of her husband's hand that is dangling beside her holding the end of the bed.

Fauzi turned his palm and clasped Afifa's hand tightly, then kissed her. "We're telphon Wulan now yeah".

Afifa nodded, then picked up the phone lying on the table beside her bed. He opened the phone screen, searched for Wulan's number and dialed the number. There was a continuous tone and before long the voice of someone saying greetings from there.

Assalamualaikum

"Greetings, Ma'am"

What's the matter Afifa? did Talita trouble you?

"She's fine, he's fine. Does Wulan have time today?"

Today then? what's the matter?

"If Mbak Wulan has time, can Mbak Wulan come to my house now?"

Oh...what's up? how sudden?

"Mmmm.anu Ma'am, my mother-in-law would like to meet with Mbak Wulan".

Wulan was speechless, and there was no sound in Afifa's ears.

"Mbak..., is Ma'am okay?"

"Alright, then, we're waiting for Ma'am at home".

O..iya, okay.

"Assynogaic"

Salam waalaikum.

Afifa closed her call, and standing to save her phone back, Fauzi stood up, held Afifa's shoulder and turned it slowly towards her. "Honey.", call him. Afifa looked at her husband's eyes. Fauzi cupped his hands together in Afifa's face, rubbed Afifa's smooth cheeks with her thumb, "Thank you", she said softly, then pulled Afifa into her arms, held her tightly, and held her tightly, she said, one kiss landed on the head of Afifa covered in her instant hijab.

Afifa was only silent in her husband's arms, her little heart was eager to cry considering her current position, however Afifa was just an ordinary woman who had feelings like the woman around her, the feeling of pain and unwillingness because she had to face the fact, that her husband who was now hugging her and loved so much, turned out to have a child from another woman, who was, while she until now has not been given the confidence to return to contain the fruits of her love with her husband.

"Sir Aji isn't going to the store today?", asked Afifa who was still in her husband's arms, trying to shift the atmosphere so as not to continue to dissolve in her mind.

Fauzi let go of his embrace, "To the store first for a while, there is a note that I have to show Mang Ujang, later if Wulan comes, you just call".

"Alright, Fifa get her clothes ready", Step into the closet and pick up one matching shirt and trousers for her husband.

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The Wulan residence...

Wulan was silent on the sofa in the family room while holding a cellphone in her chest shortly after getting a phone call from Afifa, her gaze blankly towards the table, no matter what she was thinking.

After a moment of silence, he returned to his consciousness, he immediately stood up, and entered the room in a hurry, picking out the clothes he was going to wear, the one outfit he tried on, and the one he was trying on, but re-opened it and replaced it with another, but when he looked at himself in the mirror, feeling something was lacking, he also re-opened his clothes and replaced them with others, I don't know how many pieces of clothing he tried, and finally he chose a dark blue dress that was combined with a fresh sky blue pasmina veil that adorned the beautiful face of the 29-year-old woman. Wulan looked at her reflection in front of the big mirror in her room, she took a deep breath, jittered from her face, as if she was going to meet her lover who had not seen her for a very long time.

Wulan came out of her room with a matching colored handbag, she immediately took the car keys and went down the stairs of her house, she said, without him realizing there was a pair of eyes and a pair of ears that continued to pay attention to his movements and listen to all his talk since he received the phone earlier.

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