Fazila Tipan From Heaven

Big Surprise

The sun had just revealed its light, its light gently caressing my tired face.

Tired up?

I'm a little tired! Last night, Nyai Latifa's condition worsened, she had convulsions. Automatically me and Kiai Hasan can not sleep because of it. Thank God he did not experience anything bad, he was only able to sleep at dawn.

Half an hour had passed since I had finished cleansing Nyai Latifa's body by applying water to her limbs, Iklima arrived with breakfast and fruits. Her pretty face always showed off a charming smile, that is how a Muslim should behave. Be kind to everyone and not sour-faced.

"Miss Fatimah, do you need anything?" The question of Iklima made my concern for Fazila collapse instantly.

"Ahhh yes... I mean no!" I said nervously. The car Iklima was driving quickly split the streets.

"Is Miss Fatimah thinking about something? Miss Fatimah looks worried." Klima again parsed his question.

"I'm thinking about my daughter. I hope he's okay." I replied slowly while looking at the pretty face of Iklima who is currently sitting in the steering wheel.

"Little happy child. Miss Fatimah need not worry. Even if he's lost, he'll definitely come back to you." Iklima replied, this time he smiled to convince me.

I feel the same way, my little daughter is a wonderful child. Somehow my motherly soul always worried about her, as if something bad awaited us both. If it's like this, it feels like I want to go back to Malang immediately.

Two hours later I and Iklima arrived at the TV Station safely. Iklima was greeted by several female staff, while I was led by a female staff to the dressing room because today was the first day of the broadcast of Hafizd Qur'an.

"What is Saliha Ummi doing?" I greeted Fazila as I walked towards her. Her face looks tense, I can understand her situation, this is the first time for my sweet daughter to appear on the glass screen, hopefully the power to bless her every business.

"Ummy. Fazila dear Ummi." Said Fazila softly while hugging me. The sweet boy always said he misses me or loves me when he is restless, when it was just his mother's embrace that could shake his anxiety.

Mom's hug? And I'm that lucky woman, having a daughter like Fazila is the greatest gift of my life. I even lost ten sons to a daughter like Fazila. The perfect is the power over all His mercy.

"Consideration to all guardians and their children, we will do our first broadcast today, may this event receive the grace and blessings of the Power. Let's pray together, after that go into-studio." Said a tall TV crew with a thin beard on its face.

After praying we entered the broadcasting studio, thirty-five guardians with their children including me and Fazila in it. The magnificent stage with exquisite decorations gently caressed my vision as soon as I entered the studio.

Two words for this place, Amazing.

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Huhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...

I was breathing rough. Regret filled my heart and mind. I feel like I want to kill everyone involved in this mess.

I dumped dozens of docuseries this month right under Bobby and Iklima's feet. Those two faces could only duck down and see and hear the poisonous words that came out of my lips.

"Call all the Managers involved in this mess! I don't like your work performance!" I started to scream, today I was completely ignited emotions, emotions that did not know where to start.

Loss in business? That's a normal thing. What I regret is that hundreds of millions of dollars were lost somewhere. That brash fellow dares to intrude on my business?

Iklima and Bobby stared at each other in silence, seeing me angry made them only able to sigh violently. Hearing their breaths made my anger grow.

"If you're tired of working with me, you can resign. Go!" Snapping me while driving Bobby and Iklima out of my sight. Those two creatures of my faith can only duck. They left me alone without a word.

My memories recall my encounter with that sweet boy, Fazila. The anger that had been stirring seemed to evaporate into space along with a thin smile that was engraved on the corner of my lips. I don't know why I miss that sweet boy, he's like an opium to me. Seeing her happy I felt happy too, seeing her smile I felt calm. I don't know what charm is in that sweet boy that makes me unable to escape from him.

I prefer to call him a sweet boy, the movement of his hands, the way he winks, the way he talks, all that feels soothing in my heart and mind.

The sweet boy's face began to appear on my glass screen, he stood with a charismatic male figure, I mean Kiai Hasan.

Hey boy, what's your name? Greet the young host who was standing next to Fazila. The sweet child smiled then replied in a loud voice.

My name is Meyda Noviana Fazila. Commonly called Fazila. The sweet boy replied without taking a smile off his thin lips. He looked nervous, fortunately he could master himself well. The nervousness was seen only for a moment, now he began to calm down.

Is this the papa, Fazila? The young host asked again.

This is Kiai's grandfather. Fazila's here with Ummi!

Ummi's? Where's your Ummi, son? Brother didn't see anyone but your Kiai grandfather? The young host again parsed his question.

Ummi's in the toilet! Ummi was accompanying Nyai's grandmother. Nyai's grandmother was sick, so Nyai's grandmother needed Ummi more than Fazila. Reply The sweet boy without showing off a sad or upset face, I think he is a wise boy, at a very young age he thinks very mature. I like the way he thinks.

I'm back Focusing on the company report that managed to piss me off. Again my frustration was sidetracked by the TV which still showed the sweet face of the boy.

Because Ummi Fazila is helping Nyai's grandmother in the back, we will get to know more about the lucky woman who has a daughter as sweet and cheerful as this. The young host said again, he never let go of his friendly smile.

Duarrr...

A photo of a beautiful woman plastered with her full face on my TV screen, the woman holding Fazila.

It felt like my body was struck by lightning in broad daylight. My eyes are perfectly round. I don't know why my tears started to run down the river, my chest felt tight. Slowly I patted my chest with my right hand, my eyes glanced back at the glass screen, hoping that what I saw was not right. The more I saw the screen the more my soul was torn to shreds, my heart ached, my soul thrashed. I fell on the cold floor with tears that I could not stand.

Meanwhile at the door, there was already Bobby, Iklima, and ten Managers coming with him. Seeing me fall down, making them all very surprised, Bobby immediately rushed towards me, trying to help me. But unfortunately, the burly hand was covered with a gaze as sharp as a dagger.

"Go-go." I said nervously still with watery eyes.

"Let me sen-di-ri!" I said again with a barely audible tone of voice. Bobby's still not moving, so are the others.

"I said leave me alone...!" I shouted harshly with murderous eyes.

After everyone was not seen in my net, I immediately walked towards the door and then closed the door with a loud slam. I fell down in front of the sofa with a breath of breath.

It's d-i-a! That woman! The woman I've been trying to find with all my soul. I'm trying to get sorry from him. The woman who made Araf crazy. She's the same woman I've hurt her soul and body. I murmured while patting my chest.

Hhuuuuua...

I screamed with tears. My heart hurts, it hurts so much. Finally, the puzzle fragments fused together perfectly, the woman I could not remember her face either in a dream or in the real world began to reveal herself. Bad memories of that night swirled back in my brain, now that I was disgusted at myself, I thought it was better that I was gone before I experienced this bad thing.

Alan you're in big trouble! I murmured again while sighing harshly on the sidelines of my cries. Seeing the face of Fazila's mother came as a great shock to my soul and body. I don't care if anyone says I'm a crybaby, only I can feel the pain I'm feeling. It felt like crying alone would not be enough, bearing this sin was much more painful than my body in a whip with hundreds of lashes.

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