The Secound Choice's
Forty one
Syifa walked towards the food court. The longing to eat the type of pasta berkuah with pieces of stew chicken became his choice after traveling for hours.
Only a few steps to the place, Syifa had to turn around. His hands reflexively covered his face with elbows.
"Shyfa!!" call a woman with a man who is the same age as her.
Forced Syifa to stop her steps, and put on a carefree face without burden.
"Tu ... Kan, Dad. Really Syifa." said the woman to her husband
"How are you, honey?" hug the woman too, Syifa returned the hug while wondering. The male among them spoke without turning on his vocal alias noiseless
"Why, Dad?" tanya Syifa also by reciting the vowels of the word but without sound
But the silent language of the man he called the father did not understand. Everything stopped as the woman who hugged Syifa cried
"Mother why, why cry?" ask Syifa
"Dad! Mother why this?!" asked Syifa who really did not understand why the woman who was none other than Fauzi's parents suddenly cried.
"Let's sit down first!" Fauzi's father guided his wife and Syifa to the rows of chairs in the spacious room
"Mother is sick again?" cycar Syifa was really curious
"Sorry mother, dear. Mother is really stupid! Mommy absolutely does not think if only you and Fauzi are not just friends" said Mother on the sidelines of her sobbing.
Finally Syifa understood what the meaning of the parody that Dad did earlier. His mouth was round looking at the father who was also looking at him as if saying 'that'
"Mother ... It's all over, Bun. Been a long time. Fauzi has found an excellent soul mate. Syifa knows Yoli." said Syifa, Mother raised her face
"You know Yoli, son?" ask the woman. Syifa nodded
"The time of devotion used to happen to meet Yoli's teacher, Bun. Bring grandma some medicine. Hm ... Grandma how are you now." suddenly Syifa remembered the moment of their meeting and the sinenek who could not abstain from eating
"Grandmother is dead, Fa. Not too long ago." said the father who had just let Syifa and his wife talk
"Innalillahi wainna ilaihi roji'un." Syifa was sad
"Yoli must be very sad, Grandma is like her real parents."
"Why did Syifa never tell Mommy if you were dating and even wanted to get married?" Mother back to the main topic
"Mother! we don't have to talk about this, Bun. Syifa is fine now. Syifa also still wants a career, Bun. This is Syifa again take a specialist." Syifa explained
"Yes, but Mommy feels guilty with you two. Moreover Fauzi seems to ...." Mother pauses
"That's it, Bun. Everything has happened. Syifa is fine too. And even happier! Isn't that right, kid?" cut Dad.
Something that has happened, though regretful as anything, time will never repeat itself.
Syifa held Mother's hand, grasped both. Give him positive energy and prove that he is okay.
Mommy still looks sad, but Syifa's cheerfulness speaking excitedly to Father Fauzi made her smile as well at last.
"So you're on vacation, son?" ask Mommy
"Yes, I also heard that your mother has put the ring on too, right?" ask Dad
"Yes, Dad. Please pray Father ... Mother."
Syifa looked back and forth at the clock on her wrist.
"Are you leaving, son?" ask Dad
"It looks like it, Dad. Mother ... Daddyh. Syifa go yes." Syifa kissed the backs of the parents' hands. The transit time of the plane may leave little time. Syifa walked towards the airport waiting room again.
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Hafidzh spoke to someone higher than him. The man's face was typical of the middle east otang with clothes that further strengthened his identity.
They seemed to be talking casually. Sometimes with laughter from both.
In a simple house for a teacher of the Qur'an in the city of Medina.
Women dressed all in black with large-sized headscarves came carrying trays.
"Please drink, Ustadz Hafidzh. If you drink this tea must be remembered hometown." said the woman whose age range looks much different from her husband
"From Indonesia, Ummi?" asked Hafidzh, he was surprised to hear the woman speaking Indonesian
"Yes. I am also from the field. We are just different cities." replied the woman who was called Ummi
"Have you been to Indonesia, Ustadzh?" hafidzh asked the man he had met twice.
The robed Ustadzh was a friend of Abi Dzaki. Because of something that is considered important. Abi Dzaki told Hafidzh to meet the Ustadzh.
"A few times" he answered
"Can Indonesian dong, Ustadzh?" ask Hafidzh anyway
"It's not very smooth, Ustadzh" he replied
"It can still be reported directly in front of the person!" said Ummi smiled, the woman's sense of humor is quite not stiff like the wife of another ustadzh-ustadzh.
"Have you said no, Abi?" ask Ummi to her husband
"Propsy. It's just up to Hafidzhnya."
"I can't wait for Ummi, Bi" said the woman. Hafidzh captured their conversation questioningly. Explain what exactly is the purpose of Abi Dzaki to send him to meet the family.
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Eng ..ing Eng. The marriage? 🤔
