Seikhlas Love Afifa 2

Can Life Without It?...

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With a hasty step Afifa walked through the corridor to the office room, occasionally he was bowed to see the clock that was circular on his wrist, Ah. He immediately took the administrative book of learning in his locker, then rushed to the class according to his entry schedule, which was only 60 minutes left.

Hustle and bustle of his student children immediately stopped when the sound of knocking Afifa shoes arrived right in front of the door, he immediately entered and said his greetings, in unison answered by the children cheerfully welcoming the arrival of his paforit teacher.

Their mischief was enough to keep Afifa entertained, and forget for a moment all the events that had just happened to him. Not felt, the clock continues to spin, until the time comes to go home. After carrying out his dzuhur prayer obligations at school he did not go straight home, but opened his leptop to conduct CPNS test simulations with various Basic Competency Selection (SKD) questions which included the National Insight Test (TWK), which included, General Intelligence Test (TIU), and Personal Characteristics Test (TKP) that he has obtained from the results of googling, sharing fellow friends and there are also deliberately given reviewers for practice before the day H takes place.

If it is already struggling with such things, then Afifa will forget all the problems, until the sound of Ashar's adhan disperse his concentration.

Afifa took a deep breath, his gaze went around and it turned out that in the office there was no one, there was only a school guard who was sweeping in the courtyard, he closed his leptop, he said, then keep the administrative books and learning materials into the locker, and put leptops into his carry bag. While he was stunned by the phone lying on his desk, grabbed it and opened the screen, there was no call or message from anyone he expected, he let out a deep sigh, then rolled his eyeballs, "Who will call you Afifa.", he muttered to himself, a slanted smile loosened from his lips, "Have it. Maybe he doesn't care about you" he said, shaking his hands, carrying a bag and walking towards the school mosque.

At 4 pm Afifa arrived at Umi's house, After storing her bag in Nisa's room and cleaning herself she rushed to cook food that she accidentally bought at the stall earlier on the way home to Umi's house. Some questions of course were thrown from Abi, Nisa and Rizqi, but Afifa only answered wanting to help Umi during her illness.

When the time showed at 5 pm, Afifa again saw his wrist, at this time usually her husband had gone home, she went into Nisa's room, sitting on a foam mattress that had begun to thin, she was, then leaning back in bed hugging a bolster pillow, his hand picking up the phone in the bag, then he looked at it for quite a while, hoping someone would call him. "Why hasn't he called me yet?" muttered. "Ah...Afifa...get aware! why do you still expect it?", Afifa threw the phone next to her, then dropped her head on the pillow while lying on her stomach, she again wiped her tears rough when she fell back on both cheeks uninvited. "Enough Afifa...! enough, no more tears for her", she got up from her bed and went to the bathroom to wash her face, and joined with Abi and her sisters in the family room to just relax watching their favorite comedy show, she laughs with her family, for a moment he forgot all the chaos in his household until Maghrib was almost there.

As usual Abi and his sisters will go to the mosque and will be home at 8 pm after Isya and teach.

The night was getting late, Afifa was still struggling with her leptop, this time she did not want to waste her time just to mourn the fate of her household, because in fact until this late, she did not want to waste time, there was no call or message from her husband, it indicates that her husband did not feel at all lost. "Yes, I better think about my future, with the spirit of facing the test later, Afifa Spirit.", he shouted, of course, only in his heart, because Nisa had fallen asleep beside him.

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At 5 pm, Fauzi came home, he was shocked when no one answered his greetings from inside the house, he also opened the door that was not locked, the atmosphere of the house was very quiet and not a single lamp was turned on. He walked to find someone who used to welcome him, but he did not find it, he entered the room, his eyes were immediately fixed on the key of the motorbike lying on the bed, thinking for a while, and then opened his wife's closet. Fauzi took a deep breath, closed both eyes with both hands still holding the closet door. Before long he closed it back up, then grabbed a towel and went into the bathroom to clean himself.

The time showed at 6 less than 15 minutes, he immediately took Wudlu water and rushed to the mosque, although the Adzan time was still about 5 minutes away.

He returned to the house as difficult as Isya prayer, again he was stunned in front of the dining table which is now still clean without a touch of hands all day, he walked to the refrigerator, took one egg and vegetables, he said, then process it and fry it into an omlet to eat himself, fortunately warm rice is still in the megikom, he was eating alone with lazy without taste.

Again his eyes went around and again let out a long sigh, he sat himself on the sofa and leaned himself there, turning on the TV trying to eliminate the loneliness he felt at this time. The television continued to burn, but Fauzi's mind was not there, only his wife's face was in his mind at this time, occasionally he stared at the sofa beside him, where his wife used to be spoiled in his arms. "Ah...honey, what are you doing there?" muttered.

Fauzi covered his face with both hands, "Come on Zi...! strengthen your heart, put your ego aside, if it continues like this, how can you get away from it? Let her have her own happiness, even if without you beside her, she deserves to be happy, which she never felt while she was with you" she murmured. Fauzi closed his eyes as he leaned against the sofa "But... Am I sure I can live without it?" he asked himself again, and the question kept on coming to his mind which further strengthened the sense of longing that was now almost unbearable in his heart. Fauzi's mind continued to drift, and no matter what time his eyes fell asleep on the sofa, the television still continued to light up to accompany his loneliness in the house which is now far from the intimacy they usually go through every night.

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