Fazila Tipan From Heaven

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"Boss. You will stay for two days in Surabaya! After the inauguration of Mr Dimas Hotel, do you want to go back to Jakarta or meet Mr Araf at malang?" Bobby opened his voice among the roar of cars that continued to split the road to Soekarno-Hatta airport.

There was not a word that came from my lips, I was too lazy to just answer a question that made me feel tired from fatigue.

"You're too noisy, let me rest for a while!" My plea to Bobby in a flat voice, holding back the vexation.

Understandably, for two days I slept no more than three hours. Sometimes I ask myself, what makes me work this hard? My life is almost over, but my passion to work exceeds my strength.

Alan, you're in big trouble! Do something so that your life does not fall apart! I muttered to myself regardless of Bobby who kept looking at my face from the glass in front of him.

"You don't have to look at me like that! If other people see it, they think you're in love with me. I'm a normal guy who's attracted to women.

I hate to hear gossip, so never do anything stupid in front of or behind me." I still say with my eyes closed. Bobby who heard my cursing speech could only nod slowly.

"I want to see Araf once we get to East Java, I don't want to go straight to the hotel. Prepare yourself, and don't forget to call Araf after we get there. I hate repeating the same words." I said again, this time my net was wide open.

Again the car that brought me to the airport was stuck in a long traffic jam. The car looks snaking along the road. This is the strong reason that always makes me leave two hours early in every meeting I have.

Being stuck in a long traffic jam always makes me tired. Out of nowhere the irritation came, until I felt my whole body cold hot.

Mama how are you? I hope Papa can calm him down! I'm a really lousy son, how could I always make my family cry. Opa was always stubborn, and I was much more stubborn than he was. Lirihku slowly while imagining the fierce face of Ade opa who is always unfriendly. I hope no one has the heartbreak I have. This heartbreak is so torturous.

I was caught up in my long dream. The face of the ayu was again present filled my subconscious. She's crying! He cursed me! He cursed me!

Please forgive me! I did not intentionally do that. What do I have to do to make you forgive me? I am so insolent! Curse me all you want, but do not separate me from the most precious thing in my life. Tears began to pour down my handsome face.

Really, that faint-faced girl was always present in my dreams. Not just once or twice. This went on for the past eight years, if I could remember the face of the girl I smeared, it would be very easy for me to find her.

I'm a real coward. After committing a great sin I ran away without looking back. The days I spent in hell, the nights I couldn't sleep, and the days I worked like a timeless madman. Living a life of guilt for the rest of my life is not enough of a punishment.

Lordy! Do me a favor, meet me with that woman. Wherever he is, please make him happy. Give me all the pain, and give me all the happiness I have for her. I muttered in my short sleep.

"Master. Is sir okay?" Bobby shook my body slowly.

Bobby's face looks worried, my breath feels heavy. Tears still dripping in the corner of my eye. I was exhausted and my condition was very bad. I feel really fucked up. I didn't expect to show Bobby my worst side.

"We're at the airport! Are you sure you can make this trip? If you feel unwell, I will contact Mr. Dimas, Mr. Dimas a good person he will understand the condition of you." Say Bobby again while thrusting a tissue at me.

"No need, I'm fine. We'll leave on schedule. Don't say anything to mama, I know you've been her spy all along. I'm not letting you because I like you, it's just that I need someone like you in my job." I metatap Bobby who was still sitting in the steering chair with a Dagger-sharp look. I slowly began to wipe away the remaining tears on my left and right cheeks.

It seems that time is the most powerful in life. He's not competing. Never to complain. Never been afraid either.

And me? The thing I hated the most just happened without accident, I showed my weakness. Crying in my short sleep is like an enemy that cannot be healed even by time.

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"Please taste it! Hope it feels right to your taste. I was planning to send this cake to Doctor Araf's house." I said casually while putting down the tray containing Bolu Pandan.

"Tomorrow morning my daughter and I will fly to Jakarta!"

Hearing my words Doctor Araf immediately changed, the lips that had been smiling suddenly clenched.

"Don't I tell you, Fazila got away with the Hafidz Qur'an Audition. For the next month, he will be competing. No matter if he wins or loses, I just want to see my daughter grow into a generation of Qur'an lovers." My welcome while looking straight ahead.

There was a disappointed streak on Doctor Araf's face, he felt a very deep sadness. He again showed off his smile, but it was the smile he tried to force.

What if I miss you both? Tomorrow morning? I think it's too fast! Araf murmured in his heart.

"Mii. Fazila's hungry!"

Fazila sat next to me holding Tipo, the cute cat looking adorable. He wagged his tail while meowing, Fazila increasingly intensely stroked his beloved Cat regardless of his clothes which were filled with fine feathers Tipo.

"Uncle doctor, meet me! This is my son!" Fazila said with a loud voice.

The kid?

Since when does my sweet daughter consider Tipo to be her son? Hearing her innocent speech made the corner of my lips slightly lift up. I smiled as I got up from my sitting position.

"Tipo is my favorite! Unfortunately he couldn't come with me, would the doctor's uncle take care of him for me?" Fazila pleaded with Araf's doctor in a clear voice.

"Dena's father doesn't like cats, so I can't ask him to look after Tipo. Lisa and Amir are the same. Only doctor uncle can I count on."

"Alright, doctor uncle will take care of it for you! But on one condition!"

"What's the condition?" Ask Fazila enthusiastically.

"I'll do it!" Follow Fazila again while getting up from her sitting position and standing right in front of Araf.

"The condition is, you have to win in that race." Reply Araf no less spirit than Fazila.

I could only smile when my daughter parseed her door to Dr. Araf.

Win in the race?

I think that's a tough condition! Losing and winning are all arranged by the Almighty. Our job as human beings is to do our best.

Jakatra! I'll come, be nice to me and my daughter! I quietly walked closer to Fazila on the front porch.

Flight tickets, and everything you need are available. I think Kiai Hasan and Nyai Latifa are more enthusiastic than me, they have prepared everything for me and Fazila. I just need to prepare, prepare to leave the city of Malang for a while, the city that has taught me everything including Sweetness and Bitterness of life.

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