The Secound Choice's
Fifty Three
Morning
Syifa blinked her eyes scanning the dim light that entered her sense of sight. Then pull back the blanket to continue his dream that seems not over.
"Ck! I can't sleep anymore!" the girl woke up, sitting leaning on the back of her bed while continuing to remember the thing she had just experienced.
"Subhanallah! Subhanallah!" Syifa said a word of praise to his Lord
That dream
Syifa walked alone, it seemed like her goal would be to go home. But the house he lived in felt very far away even though the building actually appeared at the end of the road that was in the same direction as him.
Passing through a building like a multi-storey shophouse, there is something that makes him interested. There were some young couples lined up there like they were in a competition, but I don't know. He also did not know what the competition was, which Syifa clearly heard the prize money that would be obtained was fantastic.
Syifa wanted to come along, but she realized that it could only be followed by the couples while she just walked by herself.
Syifa continued her journey. Be weary! It was certain but the girl wanted to go home and finally return to the slightly rocky dirt road.
A white building with several pillars standing in several corners makes the house look very sturdy. But the distance between Syifa and the building was so close that suddenly there was a ladder that he had to go through before he got to the main door.
The stairs were very numerous, shiny pure white. Syifa's body felt light and floated through dozens of stairs. At the top of the stairs, Syifa saw the figure of a woman in pink with a wide hijab in matching color, the figure she was very familiar with. The woman who becomes a rollmode, the standard to the solemnity of a woman, that is what she always thinks. The figure is Ustadzah Oki, a woman with intelligence and abilities that he always idolized. It ... Syifa made sure it was her!
But instead of sitting parallel to the woman, he overcame her. Syifa passed through the ustadzah and sat in the most special position. Topmost! Yes ... He's the only one who can get into that place.
Syifa who wore all white clothes sat down to look at the breadth of the place she had thought was home. But it was not a house, but a building like a house of worship.
Syifa stared at the ceiling of the building, so amazed by the beauty of the shape and also the ornaments that decorate it. A wall of glass material suddenly stood next to him and a voice came out explaining that "This place is the place where the sun passes!" and with the glass walls Syifa can see the sunrise so beautifully without the glare of the light.
Subhanallah! Subhanallah! The words of praise he heard clearly.
"Subhanallah, the sun is always dhikr!!" he said it and followed the compliment as well.
Then the body awoke from its dream.
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"What does my dream mean, God. Why does the dream feel so good?" said alone. I want to feel like repeating again, but in any case there will never be a dream that berbilid like a soap opera.
Syifa finally put on a thin, hairy sandal, walked towards the window that was covered in curtains and opened it.
"Hm ... Still dark! Not yet dawn?! Uh ... Fajr?! Jeez ... I have not prayed!" he said he patted the eel and ran towards the bathroom door.
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On the third day, Adzka's father was at his mother-in-law's house. The man was enjoying a cup of coffee and two bean-baked breads.
"Pa!"
"Hm ... Why, Honey?"
"Why go home?"
"So then. Papa's working tomorrow."
"Hm ...." Syifa was sitting next to her papa, her head now resting on the boat of her first love
"Syifa strange dream ... But beautiful!" he said it was still in its original position
"How weird is it!? Dong to papa's story!" papa Adzka said, then Syifa told her dream enthusiastically without skipping a single part.
After hearing his son's words, Adzka's father did not comment much.
"May your dreams be a good sign. Perhaps you are less than pious so that God reminds him through a dream." said papa Adzka
The coffee was finished, but the peanut butter bread still left one more sheet.
"Please get me some water, son. Papa's coffee's up."
"Yes." Yeah." Syifa complied with her father's orders
Black car enters the yard area of Lia's nek house. The car's glass on the driver's part looks down half the body. So that papa Adzka does not need to guess who came this early in the morning.
"Assalamu'alaikum, Um!" sapa Giandra approached papa Adzka.
"Wa'alaikumsalam, Ndra! Come breakfast." take Papa Adzka, Giandra was sitting opposite the beakbaya man, Syifa came to bring two glasses of water and put it on the table.
"The mother is thirsty again! You know, Fa." Giandra took one glass of water and sipped it
"Eh! Iiii ... Jayen, it's mine." cutty Syifa,
It was true, the white water he brought was indeed for him. Water white with a few blocks of ice stone.
"You can take it again, Syifa. It can't be the same with guests!" papa Adzka said
Syifa folded her hands on her chest, her lips advancing a few centimeters, making the two different men of the generation each smile.
"You are exactly your mama, dear." Inner papa Adzka remembered the same thing often done mama Juna first.
As if he did not care about Syifa's expression, papa Adzka and Giandra even talked.
"Say Syifa, Om came home today?"
"Yes, God willing. Later." replied Papa Adzka
"Why this? Maybe he wanted to propose to my son. Oh ... I hope not God. He's a good young man, but I don't think I'm sincere about taking my son for him." - Papa Adzka
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