Fazila Tipan From Heaven

Verbal

Hmhhm! Araf entered the house while humming, taking a walk and enjoying the countryside made him feel happy.

A house not too big. The house provided by Kiai Hasan only has two rooms, a clean living room with a gray sofa in the middle, plus a closet as high as an adult waist with a television on it, and a gray sofa in the middle, inside the simple house there is also a small kitchen that is only enough for one person. Although rough life does not necessarily make Araf sad.

It was very different from the middle-aged man accompanying her. He continued to complain until it made Araf tired of hearing it.

Already a human habit, he will complain if he does not like something, and start humming if he feels everything goes according to his will.

"Already, master. You can go home to Jakarta alone, tell Mama I'm okay." Araf tried to seduce the man who had been his mother's Bodyguard.

"No."

Hearing Halil's reply which he called the master refused, Araf immediately snorted in annoyance. If only they were the same age, it was confirmed that Araf would teach a lesson to those who dared to refuse his orders.

"alright. Since the master refused my orders, don't blame me if you get into trouble." Araf tried to remind, while his interlocutor could only show off a worried face.

"Nasip. Nasippe. Out of the lion's mouth, now I'm stuck with a crocodile. Land crocodile." Say Mr. Halil while charging his phone.

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"Fazila, son. Ummi saw you with a peria, who is he? Remember what Ummi said, you can't hang out with just anyone. If he's evil how?" I was surprised to see my daughter join hands with a foreigner. Instead of being afraid of my explanation, Fazila smiled, looking happy.

Am I too scared? I don't know, I'm sure all mothers will feel the same way when it comes to the safety of their children.

"Ummi take a breath, then slowly exhale..."

Huhhhhh... I followed my daughter's instructions, and now my fears are beginning to overcome.

"Ummi didn't have to worry, the person I was with was the doctor's uncle Ummi told me about last night."

"Uncle doctor? Your max from Jakarta?" Fazila.

"The doctor won't like it, you can't bother him!" I said again while tidying up Fazila's school clothes.

"Ummi, Fazila never bothered him. She was lost so Fazila helped her."

"Ummi understand, now wash your hands. After eating we'll go to Kiai Hasan's house."

"Ashik, we're going to Nyai's grandmother's house." Fazila said enthusiastically.

Seeing my daughter laughing, I felt very happy, I did not know what was special about going to Hasan's house, because I always went to that house without being asked.

Meanwhile, at Kiai Hasan's house. Tonight's event is deliberately held for the students who will graduate grand, hatam thirty juz Al-Quran.

"Ummi, what is Ummi preparing for Fazila?" Kiai Hasan asked his wife who seemed busy knitting something from a golden thread, matched with a green thread, and a little dark color.

"Bi, ummi believes that family ties are not only created based on blood alone. Ummi loved Fazila very much. He's like Ummi's biological grandson, Ummi's affection is really sincere for the boy." Nyai Latifa said sincerely.

Longing to fondle grandchildren in his old age was treated since the presence of Fazila at his side, the child managed to steal the heart of anyone. Sincerity, affection, love, friendship, be kind to everyone. All of those traits were within that little elf.

Islam is the religion of Rahmatan Lil 'Alamin, managing everything from the smallest things, that's why a sweet boy like Fazila never felt sad when his peers insulted him with swearing and harsh words.

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"Uahs... Ummi, what's going on?" Fazila was amazed to see the decorations in the residence of Kiai Hasan.

"Come, kid. Ummi also knows less." I said as I clasped Fazila's fingers, slowly walking into the courtyard of Kiai Hasan's house that had been conjured into a very beautiful place. In the middle of the yard is quite spacious there is a stage that is ornamented with the calligrapi Asma Ul Husna and is equipped with several flowers of various colors.

"You're coming too?" Lisa who suddenly came shocked Fazila.

"You're coming too?" Fazila replied to the question with a question. He was so happy that he could not take a smile off his thin lips.

"Ummi, I'll play with Lisa. What can?" Fazila asked for permission with her face.

"All right, you can go. Don't go far." I said while taking off my favorite fairy with a big smile.

Just like always. Every time I enter Hasan's courtyard, I feel like crying. I could always imagine my parents as good as those two middle-aged couples, Kiai Hasan with all her tenderness, and Nyai Latifa with all her affection, it was so perfect.

"Fatimah, baby. You've come, why don't you see me?" Say Nyai Latifa while offering a parcel that has been wrapped neatly. I don't know what the middle-aged woman had planned, her affection for me and my daughter crossed the boundaries of space and time.

And I thank God for that.

"I just arrived. Thank God, we met here." Answer me while smiling at him.

"Wear these clothes. Intentionally choose for you."

"Dress?" Ask wonder.

"Of course you have to look beautiful, tonight your fairies will be at Akbar's Graduation."

Hearing Nyai Latifa's words, I felt like I was flying into the clouds. The thing that every parent dreams of seeing his children become Hafiz Quran, in a few hours I will feel the extraordinary experience.

Perfect! I looked slowly.

"All right, I'll follow Nyai's orders. But before that, let me help with all the unfinished work." As I flanked Nyai Latifa's arm, the middle-aged woman could only smile. That is how a Muslim should be towards his brother, smiling and always spreading kindness, not doing evil then on behalf of religion.

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"What's wrong with you? Why are you dressing up so neatly just to attend a village event." Mr. Halil protested because he saw Araf's charming appearance as if he was going to attend a Red Carpet event.

Of course the middle-aged man's words were only considered the wind and then by the charming man.

Araf smiled as he looked at the reflection of his face in the mirror. The sharp nose, white skin, blue eyes, plus his high posture, he is truly the most perfect work of God.

Which favor of your Lord do you deny?

"Masters. The world is so vast, who knows I'll get one of the Nightfall's Angels tonight." Guyon Araf smiled.

"Allah... What angel! If a woman as beautiful as Miss Aliya, you just ignore her, then you will never be able to find a woman more beautiful than her." Mr. Halil denied his young master's statement.

"That's master... You wouldn't understand the feelings of a young man like me. I just want to play around at my young age."

"Sir, if you plant evil then you will reap vengeance. Maybe you haven't got the reward yet. If God makes you fall in love with a woman, then you'll know the pain of rejection." Said Mr. Halil upset to hear the speech of his playboy master.

"That will never happen, because I won't allow myself to fall in love with the same woman for more than a month." Answer Araf confidently.

A month? Strange basis, may the Gusti Allah teach this spoiled mama's son a lesson. Lirih Pak Halil while leaving Araf who was busy receiving calls from his best friend.

When you try to break the heart of someone you love, then that love will hurt you in a different way. If not today, maybe tomorrow or the day after tomorrow.

The word that God gives, Oral is glory, in which there is a pulling style. Power, in which there is influence. Shouts, in which there is magic. Delivery, in which there is sweetness and beauty. Take care of yourself and your honor, ladies, of unfaithful men, for you bloom only once.

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