The Secound Choice's
Seven Four
Syifa Pov's
I do not know, since when I became a woman who always looked at the numbers neatly arranged in a paper that is not too big that is beside our bed.
This is the fourth time I've circled the same number in a different month.
Disappointed! I continue to feel this pain in my heart, and also the fear that is no less great when considering the handsome face of my husband who is actually not much demanding but I know that he also expects the same thing with me.
Geck!
Geck!
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"Assalamu'alaikum!"
The door of the teak-wood bermaterial room opened, a male figure full of smiles entered.
Syifa wiped away her tears, putting back the calendar that was usually on the nightstand next to her sleeping husband.
"Wa'alaikumsalam, Mas has come home" he said wake up and approach Hafiz
"Why is this my wife? Hm ..." hugged Hafiz, landed a kiss on Syifa's head
"Syifa is okay, Mom. Have you eaten?"
"not yet! There will be someone who wants to be invited to eat meatballs this afternoon, so Mas nahan laper deh from earlier."
"Yes Allah ... Syifa forgot, Mas. Yes, we're leaving now!" Syifa pulled out her husband's hand and walked in front.
"Darling!" Hafiz held back her steps, but Syifa did not budge and still pulled her husband without looking back
"Honey ..." call Hafiz again but in a more subtle tone, but this time hold Syifa's hand back
Syifa looked at him, from that gaze Hafiz already understood, "Where's the veil, dear?" said gently. Syifa held her head that was not covered in hijab and grinned.
Throughout the journey Syifa was silent, only occasionally answering questions from Hafiz alone. Hafiz kept watching his wife.
"Fsa ... If there is a story problem, do not keep it yourself. Although later Mas can not do anything at least there must be a little relief.
If Mas made a mistake or there was talk that touched Syifa's feelings, Mas apologized yes." said Hafiz while holding Syifa's hand tightly
Hafiz panicked and pulled over his car, the man hugged Syifa and did not stop asking, his face panicked and looking very uncomfortable with the circumstances.
"Darling! Sorry for that." Hafiz kept saying that over and over again.
"Syifa should be apologizing, Mas. Syifa still could not give offspring to mas. This Syifa really can't do anything." Syifa said in tears
Hafis held both of his wife's cheeks, wiping away those tears that did not stop falling.
"With the availability of Syifa married to Mas, with a dowry as cheap as Mahar and living in the inheritance of the family of the mas it has made the mas very, very happy. Syifa received a living money that amounted to no more than the pocket money that Papa Adzka usually gives, making the mas very, very grateful and happy darling!
Never think of anything that you never think of, Even if God does not give you that trust, you are still grateful and happy to have Syifa." Look at Hafiz with a serious face
"But, Mas ...."
"Never talk about this again. Please ...." Hafiz hugged Syifa tightly again, without the knowledge of Syifa the man also wiped his tears that also spilled
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Hafiz Pov's
Women who used to work will definitely feel the burden and adaptation is extraordinary full of struggle if life changes drastically as my wife feels today.
More so his former profession, many do not believe that Syifa is a doctor even almost become an obstetrician if he continues his education.
I often see him staring at the calendar beside our bed. Maybe if pregnant, his mood will be better because there is a fetus that he can invite to dialogue even in the heart.
Ever since Eyang's return one month ago, his jovial attitude had increasingly changed perhaps due to feeling extremely lonely.
Maybe this is the best way, I've thought about it. I will persuade her to continue her specialist education after our wedding reception.
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