Fazila Tipan From Heaven

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"Fatimah, wake up son! Wake up!"

Nyai Latifa shook my body, many times she tried to lift me but many times she fell down, her half-baby body could not hold my limp body, she said, until finally he prefers to lean me on the sofa near the TV.

"Fatimah, wake up son. Let's get up, why did you end up like this." Nyai Latifa said with tears that she could not stand.

Hm... I responded with just a breath, I began to notice the presence of Nyai Latifa. My eyes glare at every inch of the simple house I lived in eight years ago, my eyes trying to find my little daughter who I miss so much, unfortunately I can not find her whereabouts.

Ahhe... Yes, this morning I asked him to go for a walk with his friends. It's noon, why hasn't he come home yet? If he sees me in this state he will definitely cry, I must be strong, I must be healed! I murmured in my heart while receiving the water from Nyai Latifa's hand.

"Hishi thought you were angry, so you never visited me! Forgive Him for not being able to understand your feelings." Nyai Latifa said again, tears still dripping in her eyes.

Nyai... I'm all right! I'm fine, Nyai don't have to worry. No need to cry. I wanted to say that to the middle-aged woman I thought of as the mother, unfortunately my words were stuck in my throat. The remnant of energy I have cannot make me calm Nyai Latifa, I know she is very worried. I felt desperate, I tried to convince myself of what God had in common for his Servant then it was the best for him. That was how I convinced myself to survive in my black and white world filled with pain.

"Is your daughter not back yet?"

I blinked and gestured to Nyai Latifa that Fazila had not yet returned.

"All right, it's okay. Your daughter is in Nyai's house, there she is with us to repeat her memorization. Someone from the TV station told us, Fazila we passed Audition and they will do Shoting to get to know Fazila more closely. It looks like next week you will be leaving for Jakarta. Nyai will send one of the house assistants to accompany you while there." Say Nyai Latifa while gently rubbing my deathly pale face.

Nyai Latifa again helped me to stand up, understand that the floor that I sat on was very cold is not good for sick people like me.

"Bismillah hirrahmanir rahim..." Said I and Nyai Latifa together, this time I can wake up. It felt like my strength had recovered even a little, Nyai Latifa helped me lie in bed, she pulled the blanket and covered half my weak body.

"His will go home. You don't have to worry about Fazila. Nyai will send one of the house assistants who are at home to take care of you." Say Nyai Latifa again while getting up from her sitting position.

Forgive me God, I lied to that boy! What if she finds out her daughter's not at our house but at the clinic? I really can't tell him, his own condition is very bad. Nyai Latifa muttered as she closed the door.

...***...

"How are you feeling? Does it still hurt?" Araf asked as he stroked the top of Fazila's head.

"I'm doing fine. Ummi's not gonna be okay. If he sees my current condition, he'll be hysterical." Said Fazila softly as she ducked, regretting.

"Don't you say Ummi is a very nice person? I'm sure he'll be fine." Said Araf slowly trying to explain, all efforts he did to see the smile of the sweet boy again, including telling jokes that are not actually funny. Trying to calm down the sweet boy sitting in front of him was much harder than conquering any girl. Seeing the boy almost cry made Araf flinch.

"Uncle the doctor, if Fatimah's aunt saw the bandage on Fazila's arm, she would surely cry bitterly. What's more his legs that can't walk straight, I'm sure auntie must be crying." Said Dena while walking towards Araf.

"Three of you go home. That handsome uncle will drive you." Show nerves to the bodyguard that is still standing near the children.

The three cute boys could only follow instructions, they waved at Fazila who was still weakly drooping as she walked away from the clinic.

"Are you afraid of meeting your Ummi in this state?" Araf asked because he saw Fazila who looked worried. There was no longer a sweet smile on the pretty face of the seven-year-old.

"Not to worry. The doctor's uncle will talk to your Ummi!" Follow Araf again with a faint smile.

"Rest, doctor uncle will take you home later in the afternoon. The doctor's uncle has spoken to your grandmother Nyai, and your grandmother Nyai has spoken to your Ummi. There's nothing else you need to worry about, use your little brain just to learn, play, and have fun. You understand, max uncle doctor?"

Fazila nodded small. He was really relieved to hear Araf's words, it felt as if the huge balloon that was stuck in his heart had already begun to deflate.

...***...

"Boss... You must conduct a business meeting in Surabaya. For the next few days you'll be staying in a hotel." Bobby broke my concentration.

Surabaya's?

Hearing the name of the hero city made my breath feel tight, I was afraid. I'm goosebumps. The past that I always try to forget is back dancing in my mind.

"Leave me alone!" I snapped loudly at Bobby, the poor man was so shocked to see my sudden anger.

Since that tragedy I have always had nightmares, even though I was awake.

According to the information I got, the poor girl who was the victim of my cruelty came from the city of Heroes, for the last eight years I always sought her existence, but she was like smoke in the wind, like smoke in the wind, he left no trace of anything. Every time I remember the girl I was covering up without knowing who she was always making my chest feel tight, I always prayed that I could meet her so that she could curse me with all her heart.

"What am I supposed to do? Why is my life more complicated than any drama!" I said softly while kneading the mummified head.

"alright. I'm going to leave. I don't know what fate is waiting for me, even though I wish everything would be okay." I muttered while leaning my head on the back of the chair I was sitting on.

Alan, what have you done? Why is your life so complicated. Pray, may God bring you to that poor girl. Otherwise, you will be without long regrets. I wish I could find you. I looked slowly as I stroked my head which was getting more and more painful. I forgot that girl's face, how I found her among the billions of girls there, I don't know. I don't know it myself!

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