Seikhlas Love Afifa 2

How's Decision?...

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Sholawat chants from the nearest mosque of Afifa house are heard echoing to call the hearts of obedient people who are asleep lulled in a dream, Afifa woke up. He saw the clock showing at 3:30, Afifa shifted her husband's arm from his waist which was hugging him. He got up, and sat on the bed. Afifa turned her head to her side, her husband was still asleep, his face was calm behind the dim lights of sleep in his room. Although her bruises had gradually disappeared, but the white bandage was still perched on the right side of her head, Afifa turned her body right towards her husband's head, slowly palpating the scars at the end of her husband's lips and temples. She knew how much love her husband had for her as well as his love.His lips smiled at the beautiful scenery before her, she was grateful for the gift that God had given her. Afifa brought her face closer, not feeling, her lips had landed against her husband.

Fauzi squirms, waking up because his wife, "Honey...., is awake?" he said while holding Afifa's shoulders still bowing towards him.

Afifa smiled shyly as her actions became known to her husband, then immediately pulled her body away. But Fauzi even pulled his body into his arms. "I am so happy, because today it is still your smile that I first saw when I opened my eyes" said Fauzi while kissing Afifa's forehead, her hands gently stroking Afifa's long hair that had splintered down on her face.

Afifa smiled behind her husband's arms. "Sister.", call Afifa.

"Hmm?"

"Let's get up!" take Afifa, but she still lets her husband keep stroking her hair.

"What time is it?" asked Fauzi pleasantries, but of course he had seen the wall clock perched on the wall of his room.

"Hour half-four" Afifa replied while listening to Fauzi's heart rhythm beating regularly.

"Enough time?" ask Fauzi again.

"Enough for what?" ask Afifa.

"Hmmmm... Make Fazar attack", Fauzi laugh mischievously.ontak make Afifa pull his body from the arms of her husband.

"Ih.. still hurts" Afifa said as she slapped her husband's shoulder.

"The sick are just outside, haha...".

"Isst..see this! the head is still bandaged". Afifa pointed at the bandage attached to Fauzi's head.

"Come on...! he said he wanted to do it.." whine.

"But it should be quite the same tahajudnya yes too!" threaten Afifa.

"Yes dear.", he whispered, pulling back Afifa's body. If this is how Afifa can not do anything else 😊.

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In the morning, Afifa was already preparing with her service uniform, today she returned to teaching after two days yesterday could not enter because waiting for her husband in the hospital, she also had to take Thalita to school.

Before breakfast, Afifa changed her husband's bandage in the room, because it was wet and opened after bathing this morning. Fauzi was sitting on the bed, Afifa was sitting next to him. "That's wet, brother!", said Afifa, his hand rolled up the gauze and rubbed it slowly on Fauzi's head wound, then repeatedly blew it.

"Dear, pretty painful" Fauzi grimaced a bit in pain.

"Ah...lagian packs all fazar attacks, so gini right?", scolding Afifa without taking her eyes off her husband's wounds.

"Yes..must be how else hehe.", he replied cengengesan.

"Ah.ada-aja", Afifa reviewed a smile, her hands deftly scissor plaster and put a new gauze on Fauzi's face. " Done", he said later, while putting P3K equipment in the box.

Fauzi felt the gauze he was wearing. "Thank you, baby" he said.

Afifa smiled, put the P3K box in the drawer, and then sat back down, "Sir Aji doesn't have a papa left for school?", asked Afifa.

"Grandfather, take it, just go, and be careful on the road!".

"Yes", Afifa got up from her seat, but Fauzi held her hand.

"Honey..., are you sure you want to take Thalita to Wulan's house today?". asked Fauzi while holding Afifa's hand.

"Yes, it's not good anyways Sister Wulan, sister!, she's been telephonized several times, and her father keeps asking Thalita to come home she said", Afifa replied.

"Then, does Thalita want to be taken home?"

"It was not, but after Fifa persuaded, and promised to pick her back up later this week, she also wanted to go home to Wulan's mother".

Fauzi mangosteen sign of understanding. "Yes, but still be careful and do not put it to heart if until his father Wulan talk no-no more".

Afifa fell silent, thinking for a moment, then nodded her head slowly.

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The breakfast event took place, the Afifa family gathered at the dinner table, Mama greeted Afifa when she saw the official uniform she wore. "Have you gone to school today, Fa?"

"Yes, Ma! all of Thalita went to school and went home", Afifa replied, taking a barrel of rice and keeping it on Thalita's plate.

"Why drive him to his house? this is also his home, right?"

"Mbak Wulan has repeatedly told Fifa to immediately deliver Thalita, Ma!, Fifa is not good".

"Oh.., yes, yes" said Mama, taking over the rice coils from Afifa's hands. silent for a moment, only the sound of the clanking of spoons that accidentally collided there.

"Which one, Ma?" ask Afifa not understand.

"Mama's advice that you stop teaching".he said lightly, making Afifa stop his hand that will put rice into his mouth, as well as Fauzi, he looked at his mother and his wife alternately.

"Phifa...Fifa hasn't had time to talk about it with Aji's sister, Ma!", Afifa replied softly and bowed.

"Why should you stop? it's Afifa's work and her goals since childhood, Ma!" Fauzi.

"Because Mama thought, Afifa had too many activities, so she was not pregnant" Mama said again, immediately making Afifa speechless and increasingly downcast considering her fate.

"That child is a gift, Ma! do not associate with Afifa's work" said Fauzi, making Afifa breathe a little relieved to get a defense from her husband.

"Yes this Mama, talk kok ngawur, maybe not yet rejekannya", Papa chimed in on his meal.

"Yes, too, Astaghfirulloh.., I'm sorry, Mom, son!" Say Mama then.

Afifa only nodded slowly, although her heart remained sliced, because it was true, until now, the signs of pregnancy had not been present in her.

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Afifa motorbike drove across the streets of Bandung that began to be crowded, with a helmet that is still faithfully wrapped around his head, the, he ceaselessly persuaded Thalita who was holding tight to his waist to want to go home Wulan. Thalita agreed, Afifa herself brought him home.

Not feeling the Afifa motorbike stopped right in front of the Talita school gate, they came down from the motorbike, Afifa took Thalita's hand to the school gate. Thalita said goodbye as she kissed the back of Afifa's hand, the two threw smiles at each other and waved.

Afifa returned to ride his bike after Thalita entered the school yard, just five minutes to get to the Junior High school where he taught.

When the dzuhur arrived, Afifa first took the water and did his duty at the school mosque, then rushed to Thalita school to pick him up.

At one o'clock in the afternoon they arrived at Wulan's house, a construction project was underway right next to Wulan's house, Afifa remembered the chat Wulan when she gave birth in the midwife's house at that time, that Wulan wants to build a new house by using the services of Farid as the architect.

Afifa lowered the standard beside the bike and placed the helmet on the bike, then walked by holding Thalita's hand to the entrance through the open boutique. A boutique employee greeted him and said that Wulan was inspecting the construction of his house. Half-run the employee approached the project to call his employer. Afifa was still waiting at the door.

Before long, Wulan came, but she was not alone, there was a man with her, his posture is strapping high using a navy-colored shirt that is rolled up half sleeves combined with sky blue jeans plus a yellow project helmet on his head.

"Hey...Honey...!", said Wulan half-run towards Thalita, "Mother kangen, Thalita just came home?" wulan asked as she bowed before her daughter. But Thalita only fell silent, Afifa noticed the two.

"How are you, Fa?", asked the man to Afifa.

Afifa lifted her head, looked at the person who asked her, in a split second, her eyeballs caught the man's black net, then she again lowered her gaze. "Alhamdulillah is good" he said, nodding.

"Thank God", said the man with a smile, then opened the helmet perched on his head, a glittering sweat from his temple due to the scorching sun, adding to his dashing impression.

"Mother!, let's go in!", whined Thalita while pulling Afifa's hand to come in with her.

"A..iya, dear!", replied Afifa following Thalita's steps.

"Let's go in first, Rid! I prepared a cold drink inside", Take Wulan.

"Yes, Mom! I want to pray first", replied Farid.

"O, yes you have entered!", he answered, then followed Afifa and her daughter who had gone up to the second floor, as well as Farid who followed him from behind.

"Huh...! just came home apparently", suddenly the voice of Wulan's father when Afifa just arrived on the second floor of Wulan's house. Afifa turned her head towards him, the middle-aged man was standing holding a cup of coffee in his hand, looking a sinister smile from his lips.

Thalita hugged Afifa's waist, as if afraid to see her Grandfather.

"I'm sorry, because I just had time to drive her" said Afifa, her hand rubbing Thalita's head to calm her down.

"How's the decision? when did your husband marry the Wulan?", he asked again, his rather hoarse bus voice blaring in Afifa's ear.

Afifa fell silent, she recalled her husband's message not to respond to all of the man's remarks. Same with Wulan.

But there was someone who gasped at the man's words, he stopped his steps that were about to go to the bathroom to take Wudlu's water, silent while reassuring the words he heard. Then turned the body upside down, so that it could clearly see Afifa's expression fixated while hugging Thalita's head.

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In this part Author presents a rather sweet first yes Readers. so as not to be too sick thinking about the fate of Afifa in the future. 😊

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By: Rahma Husnul