Fazila Tipan From Heaven

Advice from Alan

After the engagement was over I immediately ran to Papa's workspace which was on the second floor. Twenty minutes ago Bobby told me that he had sent dozens of emails and asked me to check them before the contract with a client in Bali was signed.

Working on a big day like this feels really annoying, unfortunately I have no choice but to work on it as fast as I can. Understandably, when someone decides to become a businessman, the time he has is not only his, there are many responsibilities on his shoulders. There are thousands or even millions of lives that he can help with existing skills. I guess that's all I have so I feel fine when the work pressure is high. And fortunately Ummi Fazila did not complain about it, and fortunately again she was like a vitamin in my life, just by looking at her smiling face my tiredness seemed to evaporate. Am I the only husband who feels his love getting bigger and bigger with his girlfriend? Keep in mind, I always keep my eyes off staring at women who are not halal to me. I have always believed that whoever cannot keep his eyes, his heart has no price.

Tok.Tok-sign.Tok.

The sound of knocking coming from the door leaf shifted my focus. A second later Araf's head poked out from behind the door leaf, his innocent face showing off a smile. I know him very well, at the moment he must be agitated. I did not just guess, just by looking at the look on Araf's face I could immediately read his mind.

I'm sure he needs my advice right now. Though in hindsight, Araf was more senior than me in love affairs. I only have one ex. While himself? I can't even count it. Then what makes the face look tangled like a shirt that is never friendly to iron? I won't find the answer for as long as I think about it, which is why I prefer to delay my work and ask him to come in while gesturing to sit on the sofa.

"Why do you look sad? It doesn't suit you." My babble while walking towards the pantry. Araf who heard my words could only sigh harshly. He looks uncomfortable, although he still forced himself to smile while looking at me with a relieved look.

"What's wrong? Do you have a problem?" I asked back.

"No. I'm just a little tired, last night there was an emergency case in the hospital. Inevitably I had to overtime, I came home around five in the morning." Araf explained.

"Thank God you remember your responsibility."

Papa's workspace was specially designed by architects who became his best friend since sitting on the bench of the University. Linger in his work space will never bring boredom, workaholics like me will feel at home sitting in front of a laptop because the atmosphere is very comfortable. The bed, even the pantry is available in it.

"Can I ask you a question?" Araf opened his voice between the silence of the air. He looked at me with a sharp look.

"Ask whatever you want!" My reply was short while putting a warm cup of coffee in front of Araf.

"What's it like to get married?"

Hearing Araf's question made me want to laugh. I feel amused myself. But I can understand that, he's a wild man who won't be enough with one woman. Getting married would break his bad wings. But I also know him very clearly, Araf is a man full of commitment, he will take care of whatever he has. Even if necessary he would tie up all the things that belonged to him so as not to be lost from his grasp.

"mmm... Be married? Marriage is scary. At night you can't go anywhere. Even in the bathroom you have to ask her for permission." Seriously said.

It seems like my mischievous attitude is crumbling again, I don't even want to stop my guyonan who isn't funny at all. Somehow seeing Araf's innocent face made me want to tease him.

"You know? Women are so weird, sometimes they get angry for the little things.

Now tell me, what's wrong if a husband puts a used towel in the bed while he's late for the office? What is wrong when a husband cares about his mother? Sometimes I wonder why other people's wives are so chatty when women look beautiful when they're silent." My goddamn shit again.

I really want to laugh, unfortunately I can't do that. Seeing Araf's stiff face prevented me from stopping teasing him. Whether he was pretending to be stupid or really curious, it was clear that soon I would soon find out his reaction.

"Are you sure of what you said? Is Fatimah like that too?" This time Araf spoke while grabbing the small pillow on his right side. He placed the small void on his thigh, his gaze sharply demanding an answer.

Really, I can't take it anymore. I laughed loosely as I threw a small pillow at Araf. Reflex he caught the pillow while flicking his lips.

"Do you mean to scare me? Your joke's really not funny." Babe Araf after seeing my reaction.

"It's your fault for being too worried. You know, right? I'm not a comedian so don't blame me when my guyonan doesn't sound funny." My answer is self-defense. My smile cannot escape my lips.

"alright. Now I'll answer you correctly. Marriage is so fun. Marriage is so happy. Marriage is amazing. Marriage is very, very, very wonderful.

You will feel the happiness you never get when you live alone. When you wake up you will look at the same face every day, even though you do not feel bored or sad. You'll miss her when you're away from her, and you'll lose the most precious thing in your life when you don't see her smile.

Trust me, Sabina is an amazing woman to you. He could have chosen a man who was much better than you, only that Mama had agreed to your relationship with him. She's the kind of girl who's submissive. He can be your friend but he can never be your enemy.

Know it? I never even imagined something like this would happen in our lives. But look at the fate of Power, soon you will be my brother-in-law. I can only say you're so lucky to have Sabina, take care of her as you take care of yourself. If you lose it because of your silly behavior, then I can make sure you've lost the most precious jewel of your life." I said long and wide. Araf could only nod slowly. Whether he believed it or not, what was clear at this moment was that I really could not stab just by staring at his dissatisfied face.

Araf is a good friend, I also hope that he can be a good husband. I am closer to him than anyone in the world. We are both in a strong relationship. As a close friend to her, I can only give her a little advice. May Allah give her happiness and also Sabina as Allah bestows happiness on me and Umm Fazila.

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