Fazila Tipan From Heaven

The Unexpected Meeting

"Here you are, you need not act excessively in welcoming me! I don't like that kind of welcome!" I said in a loud voice while looking at the line of staff standing on my left and right side. No one dared to look me in the face, as if I were the King and they were commoners.

For a moment I turned towards the female staff standing right beside the entrance of the Hotel Lobby. The smell of perfume emanating from the girls caressed my sense of smell.

Know it? The president of our hotel is a very handsome man. She's single, who knows she's hooked on me and I'm the luckiest woman. Said a female staff member to her co-worker.

That short remark seemed to be a magnet for all the female staff beautifying themselves, unfortunately I had no interest in staring at anyone among the girls.

I started to speed up my footsteps. Bobby led me to the venue of the event, in front of the entrance to the venue of the event, seeing Dimas was busy with his routine agenda. Check the files in his hand, and make sure the event goes perfectly this time.

"Listen, the boss is coming. Quickly finish all this. I don't like it when you guys mess up this time." Dimas yelled at the five male workers.

"Aisshhh! What'sthis?" Dimas shouted back. This time to a middle-aged man.

Obviously Dimas was angry at the man, recklessly bringing his grandson to work, I estimated the boy's age to be about seven years.

The tiny body of the child hit a neatly arranged flower near the entrance of the Ballroom, the once beautiful flowers looking messy.

"If you still want to work for us, never do this mess! Why do you carry these little germs? Because of him, everything's falling apart. What if the boss comes when this trash is still scattered?" Gruff Dimas.

The middle-aged man could only duck at the scathing words that were thrown from Dimas' lips. While the kid? He looked frightened, he cried while cupping his hands in front of his chest. His lips did not stop saying sorry.

Looking at the incident in front of me, I could only sigh deeply. I hope this bad thing doesn't happen again.

"I'm here! You shouldn't be angry like that! He's just a little kid." My words surprised Dimas.

Dimas can only duck.

"Please forgive our hotel staff sir! He looks exhausted, maybe that's why he's angry." I said while holding the middle-aged man's shoulder.

"Why did you bring a child to this area? You shouldn't have done that." My welcome again while holding the sweet boy's arm.

"He's my grandson, son!" Reply to the middle-aged man with tears that began to drip from his eyes. The look on his face shows the heavy burden that is in nature.

"Son? How dare he call boss son." Gerrutu Dimas who was standing next to Bobby.

"Don't interfere, let the master take care of it." Prevent Bobby while holding Dimas's arm.

"A year ago his father died of heart disease, we're just poor people. We have nothing to take for treatment." The middle-aged man's tears spilled back.

"A week ago, her mother was gone too. You don't have anyone you can trust to take care of him, that's why you take him with you to work."

I could not feel my tears spilling, dissolving in the sadness that the middle-aged man in front of me told me. Dimas and Bobby also looked sad, they chose to remain silent.

"Here, boy!" Call me to the boy. He approached me timidly, his hand still holding a flower that had been damaged by it.

"What's your name?" I asked as I gently stroked her face, I smiled sincerely without making up.

"Defa." Short reply.

"Are you in school? What class, son?"

"Class one." :.

"Do you like school?" Again I asked the sweet boy for reassurance.

"alright. Because Afif likes school, om promise, om will finance Afif school until Afif becomes a great Bachelor. But before that, Afif has to promise, Afif will be diligent in learning." My love without burden.

Instead of answering 'He' or 'No' the sweet boy hugged me tightly, he began to cry a mouthful.

"My secretary will arrange everything for you and Afif, you just need to tell me the details about the two of you." I said a short speech and then walked into the Ballroom of the Hotel leaving Bobby and Dimas behind.

Bobby followed my footsteps. While Dimas, he began to carry out my orders to gather detailed information about his grandfather and grandson.

"I'm sorry, sir! I spoke rudely to my father. I actually don't like to scold you like that. It's just, knowing Alan's boss is coming soon makes me a little nervous." Said Dimas regretfully.

"It's okay sir. I was wrong." Said the middle-aged man while following Dimas' footsteps towards his study on the fifth floor.

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Iklima got out of the car, then rushed to open the car door for me, I was really surprised because Iklima did that. This was our first meeting, but Iklima treated me like a great mistress since the first time we met.

"Thank you, Miss Iklima has been kind to me and my daughter since our first meeting. May Miss Iklima not be angry because I consider you like my own brother." I said while holding the Iklima lentic fingers. His brown shoulder hair could not stand still because it was swept by the wind this afternoon.

Hear my short words! the five workers smiled faintly as they pointed at the entrance.

"Today I will introduce Miss Fatimah with the Producer of the show Hafidz, my trip to accompany Miss Fatimah is only here. After this I will work from the office." Claim with a charming smile that expands on her thin lips.

Meanwhile, not far from where Iklima and Iklima stood, Fazila was busy repeating his recitation of the Qur'an while walking slowly without looking forward or backward. Truly, my sweet daughter will forget everything if she begins to read or repeat the recitation of the Qur'an.

Debukkk!

Fazila, hit a middle-aged woman. The woman looks young at her age.

"Sorry!" Fazila said in a nervous voice.

Fazila looked frightened, her small body resting on the floor. Quickly I and Iklima ran over to Fazila who was about to cry.

"Fazila, baby. Are you okay, son?" I asked while lifting Fazila's body that had fallen because it hit the middle-aged woman. My daughter's eyes were red, she almost cried. Fazila quickly hid her face behind the big headscarf I was wearing.

"Mrs Nani, are you here?" Ask Iklima while looking at me and Fazila alternately.

"I'm sorry little lady, ma'am. I think he's so focused on repeating his rote that he doesn't notice the Madam's presence." Connect the Claims again

This time I pulled Fazila's body slowly and asked her sincerely to apologize. Fazila mangut's.

"Maafff." Say my sweet daughter while fretting both ears.

Madam Nani smiled at Fazila.

"Miss Fatimah, meet! She's Mrs Nani Wijaya, she's the mother of our boss, Mr Alan Wijaya." Iklima said with a fluffy smile on her pretty face.

I shook the charismatic woman's hand with a happy smile, this was really an unexpected meeting, on the other hand Doctor Araf helped me, he said, and on the other hand his son who I don't know who he's willing to lend me his luxury apartment as my place to stop by.

Indeed, the surprise of God is unexpected, if you are good then you will be met with good people who will surround you in every pull and breath. Believe me, God is good, so keep a good prejudice on him so that your life will be filled with happiness that comes unexpectedly.

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