
Starting tomorrow, Fazila will be staying at the Hafiz Qur'an Dormitory. Since coming home from the TV Station the boy really couldn't keep quiet, he was too happy to the point that I myself couldn't sit quietly.
"Yey... Fazila's in the dorm tomorrow! Yeys... Tomorrow Fazila has a new friend...!"
The sweet boy continued to walk slowly without being able to sit still, occasionally he circled the sofa, then continued towards the spacious room whose door was opened this morning with a reason to clean.
"Fazila, baby. You can't go in there, we're just guests here, we have to act like guests who can't disturb the comfort of the owner." I said in a soft tone but could be heard by my sweet daughter.
"Just a minute Ummi!" Fazila said from inside the room, a minute later he came out with a smile on his thin lips.
"Ummi, know? That room is so big, bigger than our house." Say Fazila while blushing her thin lips.
"really?" I asked with a face that pretended to be surprised.
"Hhm!" Reply Fazila while stomping her feet with both hands. His legs have not healed completely, but he continues to walk slowly by dragging his feet.
"Ummi, Fazila is hungry...!" Say my sweet daughter with a clear face.
"Sweet daughter Ummi, hungry?" I asked as I placed the needle and thread in my hand.
There was not a word thrown from Fazila's thin lips, he pretended to be angry while ducking and then rubbed his lamented stomach.
Oohh... Nah! My sweet daughter is starting again! She's so happy to pretend just to get attention, look at her pretty face? The face was blushing red, holding back the laughter. He was really teasing me. Indeed, Fazila's sweet attitude like this is what always gives strength, her beautiful smile like a dry season waiting for rain, after the rain feels very soothing. And my heart was always cool when I saw that beautiful smile, no matter what my life would be like without her.
"alright. Ummi will make something good for you! I wish there was something to cook in the kitchen!" Say it slowly while standing up.
Just now I turned on the stove, Iklima came up to me while holding the phone in his right hand. I think he received an important call, he talked on his phone for over thirty minutes.
"What is Miss Fatimah doing?" Iklima asked me while putting his phone next to a glass of water, a question that was quite strange in my opinion because he saw me slicing vegetables.
"Fazila's hungry. I'll cook him an omelet and fried rice. Does Miss Iklima want to?" I asked while putting a knife on the cutting board.
"That's what I want to say, Miss Fatimah doesn't need to cook anything. We'll have dinner at the restaurant where I work." Said Iklima while showing off her beautiful smile.
"Yey... We're eating out!" Fazila danced to express her happiness, a second later she entered the room to prepare. Iklima and I could only shake their heads at her innocent behavior.
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"Sir, that Miss Oliv..."
"Silent. Just focus on driving. I don't want to hear anything from you! All this happened because of you! If you don't take me to my mom's house, then nothing like this will happen. Sometimes I get confused, do you work for me or for my mom?" I scoffed Bobby with all the questions and protests that stuck in my heart.
"Sorry sir." Said Bobby quietly. His tone sounded heavy, I didn't understand, did he really regret it or was he just acting.
Two hours later I arrived in front of the hotel. I slowly set my foot towards the restaurant located on the ground floor, followed by Bobby behind me.
Debukkk!
"Look, you're wearing sunglasses. That's why you can't see a kid as small as me." The boy protested in a loud voice.
I looked back at the boy with a sharp look. He bit his lower lip, I think he was furious, I often do the same thing. Biting the lower lip for trying to hold back anger.
Huh! I was breathing rough. I thought the boy standing in front of me would apologize. In fact, I was wrong, he blamed me for wearing sunglasses. I don't like this, I think I want to pinch her cheek.
"Where'd your little girl have been? Beautiful sister is looking for you from earlier!" My footsteps stopped hearing the words of the girl standing in front of the boy, her face indeed showing concern.
Beautiful sister!
I want to laugh when I hear that word. Yes, Iklima is beautiful, unfortunately I never realized it.
"Where is your Ummi? Pretty sister got a call for a second and you've disappeared from the dinner table." Said Iklima again while rubbing the face of the sweet boy wrapped in the head covering cloth.
"That's what I want to ask. Why is this kid wandering around without parents? If something bad happens to him you're responsible." I said ketus on Iklima. Bobby who was still standing behind me could only sigh violently, he did not expect us to meet at the hotel.
"B-whos!" Iklima was surprised, was he too focused on the boy in front of him to the point of not being aware of my existence.
"Maaffff. I don't see you." The Claims are full of regrets.
"Where's your mom? You can't be alone, if you meet the wrong person, you'll never see your mother again." I said a little, the sweet boy ducked. He began to cry, but his hands pointed towards the toilet.
I guess I didn't say the wrong thing, somehow the sweet boy cried . For the first time I felt guilty, slowly I approached her, aligned her height with her then patted the owner's shoulder of the face that was still ducking it. Instead of pinching her cheek, I patted her on the shoulder trying to calm her down.
"Mas Alan, what are you doing?"
"Go with Iklima, I'll have someone take your mother. Remember, you can't wander around on your own." I said to the little girl again. He nodded slowly then walked in the steps of Iklima.
"What's your name?" I forgot to ask, fortunately Iklima is not too far away.
"Fazila. My name is Fazila." Say the sweet boy before he disappears behind the solid walls of the Hotel.
Fazila! Fazila! What a beautiful name! I muttered with a smile. Then looked at the girl standing next to Bobby.
"Come on." I pointed towards the restaurant while pretending to smile. I walked in front, followed by Bobby and the girl I didn't want to see.
A minute later, me and the girl were sitting sweetly at the dinner table, from a distance not too far away I saw a woman in a covered dress walking towards the table that Iklima and the little girl were sitting at. He uses a pink robe with a head covering cloth that has a matching color. Whether the serious conversation was what they were talking about, the woman hugged the little girl then walked away from the Restaurant with Iklima.
Iklima bowed his body in salute to me, while the woman? I didn't get to see her face, I'm sure she's the woman Araf always told me about, the woman who made her fall in love at first sight.
I don't know what his face looks like, because I can only stare at his back from a distance.
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