Fazila Tipan From Heaven

Anger

"Fazila, son. Have you gone home yet?" I asked while getting out of bed, after Nyai Latifa gave the medicine, I somehow felt sleepy. My head, which was heavy, is now light.

I slowly walked while holding on to every wall I went through. Somehow my eyes hurt, I wanted to rest but my motherly instinct just kept looking for the daughter I missed so much.

"Fazila, son. Are you there?" Ask me again while walking towards the source of tap water that is still flowing.

"Non, Fatima! It's Mbok, non." Said the middle-aged woman standing in front of me, she ran from the kitchen just to get to me.

His name is mbok Asih, he is a household assistant who previously talked about Nyai Latifa. His age is five years different from Nyai Latifa, and for me mbok Asih is like a family of his own.

"Son Fazila hasn't come home yet? Then he's still in the clinic? Must non Fatimah be very angry at ma'am Yati? Mbok also understands, if I were to be a non-Fatimah, it would be his house I hit." Said Mbok Asih with all his frustration.

Mbok Asih did not pay attention to my curious face, I myself did not understand the direction of the conversation.

The clinic?

Hit Yati's mom?

I really don't understand the max!

Yati ma'am? Every time I hear his name I always think about not getting involved with him. She's a haughty woman. I don't know what his heart is made of, every time he meets me his emotions are like being ignited by fire. I hate fighting, which is why whenever there is a problem that will ignite my emotions, I prefer not to dissolve in those emotions. Not infrequently I apologize first, I always think apologizing first will not insult me.

The same thing I taught my daughter, fighting will only take away the blessings in life. As long as there is still a peaceful path to what magnifies a small problem.

"Clinic? What does Asih mbok mean?" I asked curiously with a forehead that started dripping with cold sweat.

"So non Fatimah doesn't Know? Fazila is currently in the clinic! Bu Yati pushed Fazila towards the passing party, and that left Fazila injured. Fazila got ten stitches on her right arm. His feet are troubled, too." Urai mbok Asih with her sad face.

Like being struck by lightning in broad daylight, I really couldn't contain my anger. Right now my blood is boiling, which is in my mind, I want to get to the residence of Bu Yati and then give a lesson that he will never be able to forget in his lifetime.

My heart, my soul-cooling! How dare he hurt her that badly. I can't even see my daughter shed a tear in a single drop, and she? The middle-aged woman injured my daughter until she got a stitch in her arm.

I walked out of the house with a still burning anger.

I have always been patient. But today, not anymore. I muttered while walking quickly, seeing my anger mbok Asih felt regretful. He patted his ignorant lips, thinking that he had not told me, but his words were no longer useful.

Fifteen minutes later I was standing right in front of Ms. Yati's residence. Whether there is anything until there is a large crowd, the mothers of gossip friends also look panicked.

I don't care about that, all I care about is my daughter, only my daughter.

"Gap... The woman we talked about has finally come too! Do you dare to show your face? A woman like you deserves to be put in a museum." Said a middle-aged woman as soon as I saw me coming with anger that never subsided.

I was still silent, digesting the satirical sentence that managed to make my blood boil even more.

"Why don't you just stay with your girlfriend, why make her pretend to work in this village? You shameless woman!" Say that woman again.

"Enough." Snapped me roughly while throwing a rough breath.

All this time, Helen and Ms. Yati had always spoken nonsense about me, and it was time for me to shut their mouths, either in gentle speech or in language they understood.

"This hand? This hand that dared hurt my daughter." I said with a fiery tone. I gripped onto the arm of the rough Yati maam, her sharp gaze as if wanting to skin me.

"During this time I was too soft on Ms. Yati, my softness had already dared to make Ms. Yati hurt my daughter. Not anymore." Snapped me again while releasing my grip from Ms. Yati's arm.

My goal was just to warn her, I turned around while holding back my anger, I hope that after this Ms. Yati and her gossip partner woman will no longer bother me and my daughter.

"Dehh... The holy shock woman came to my house while being impudent. Listen, Fatimah! I wouldn't even look at that plain shocked face of yours. Here you act cool, and out there you purposely send your daughter to have fun with her father.

Why don't you ask kiai Hasan to marry you to Fazila's father? Do you want to have a dark relationship with that handsome doctor without anyone knowing that he's your daughter's father? It's worth it that he threatened to kill me for hurting Fazila, and now, you also dare to threaten me, ciiiihhh, I'm not afraid!" Reply Bu Yati no less angry.

Dark relationship?

My chest feels tight to hear the humiliation of Ms. Yati, how dare she judge me as low as that. Now I realize, old age does not necessarily make someone wise. Compared to the anger towards Ms. Yati I was much more angry at the young doctor who had just become my friend.

Without saying much, I immediately accelerated my footsteps towards the clinic.

"Miss Fatimah, are you here? Oohs... Yes, you have to pick up Fazila." Said the man sitting next to Doctor Araf. I know him as a handsome doctor's bodyguard.

Araf was so happy to see my arrival, that handsome face showed off his best smile. I'm sure, anyone who saw the beautiful smile of this handsome man in front of me would instantly fall in love.

But not for me.

Dark relationship? The short words of Ms. Yati still echoed in my ears. And I never felt this bad, there was no smile on my face. There is only frustration.

Looking at my sharp gaze, doctor Araf looked at me full of question marks. For some reason, the piercing words of Ms. Yati again echoed in my ear.

Plakkkk!

Without saying a word I immediately slapped Doctor Araf, the face that had been filled with smiles turned sour instantly. The man who became his Bodyguard looked surprised, without saying a word he preferred to leave us both.

"I'm wrong! Why should I trust you? Because you all think I'm a cheap woman. You're just a friend, so act like a friend. Don't cross the line you can't cross." I said in a high tone. My tears began to drip down my pale face.

Doctor Araf who got my snatch could only shut up, it seemed like he was so shocked that he could not say a word.

"Ummi." Said my daughter as soon as she came out of the clinic, seeing her drag her legs just to get to me made my chest feel tight. I never imagined I'd see my daughter's worst condition, she couldn't even move her hand.

As hard as I could, I tried to hold back the tears, unfortunately I failed. My tears cannot be compromised, I cried bitterly while hugging my daughter.

What's wrong with me? Why am I so angry? I shouldn't have to vent my anger on Doctor Araf. I murmured in a long sorrow.

You're in big trouble Fatimah, you're in trouble. I muttered again as I looked at Doctor Araf's face full of regret.

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