Fazila Tipan From Heaven

Truth Is Starting to Be Revealed

The next two days.

Jakarta today feels very hot, this hot weather really makes me crowded. The two days I had given to discover the truth about that sweet boy were so slow, there was nothing that made me more uneasy than waiting for information from my man.

My gaze stared straight ahead, there was nothing interesting other than a re-show of the sweet boy's appearance. The show that always makes me tick.

Dretit.Dret.Dreep.

Good afternoon boss? We've checked everything related to the information the boss requested. We've done everything we can. If the information we get is still lacking... We can re-investigate. A short message sent by my confidant.

One more boss! During these two days there were others who were looking for the same information that we were looking for, according to our observations they were your own Opa men. Ade OPA.

The second message I received was very surprising. How did Mugkin Opa Ade get involved in this? No one knows this but me. Before it's too late, I have to stop Opa Ade. Engaging with him will only make matters worse.

I started grabbing the phone I put on my laptop, and now the feeling of fear started filling my chest cavity. I was afraid to see the reality that was waiting for me, and I felt my heart as if it was about to jump out. With trembling hands, I tried to open the E-mail from the phone.

Dag.Dig.Dug-saw.

My chest is shaking very fast. I slowly started reading the report my trust detective sent me.

Fatimah Azzahra was born in Surabaya, since her parents did not live with her grandparents. Tragic events that occurred on Mount Butak claimed the life of his grandfather, and not long ago his grandmother was not on the mountain butak.

No one knows for sure what happened to Miss Fatimah Azzahra, since her grandparents did not leave Surabaya City and chose to settle in Malang City.

In Malang City, Ms. Fatimah Azzahra lived with her only daughter whom she named Meyda Noviana Fazila.

Fazila, a brilliant child, memorized 30 Quranic Zuj at the age of seven. Currently the boy is taking part in the Hafidz Qur'an race at one of the Private TV stations.

No one knows where his father is. Meanwhile, the DNA sample that the boss gave matched with a child named Meyda Noviana Fazila. They both make sure 99.9% are father and son. All attachments from this report can be checked by the boss carefully.

^^^Thank you.^^^

Gdebukkkkp.

I fell, my head hit my desk. My chest that was feeling tight is now getting crowded. Haven't had time to check other reports, the phone in my hand even missed hitting the floor. Despite not reading the other reports, I think I've already gotten an answer to my question.

I didn't know where to start, imagining the face of the graceful woman suffering alone made my confidence disappear. I feel like I'm the worst man on earth! I let the Saliha Woman go through her pain without any support from me.

Hhhuuuua...

I screamed violently with tears in my eyes, bitter. It feels like my heart is sliced like a dagger, it hurts. It hurt so much I couldn't breathe.

Hiks.Hiks.Hiks.

Time went on, but I was still crying. If anyone saw me they would think I'm a useless whiny man. I don't care what other people think of me, because I'm the only one who knows how sad I am and how sad my life is.

I'm a pathetic man because I didn't know I had a daughter! I'm a pathetic man for hurting a woman's self-esteem, and after committing that great sin I can't even remember her face. I'm a pathetic man who can't even live and breathe in peace. Where else would I face my face?

To God?

I can't even remember the last time I bowed my face to her! Will he accept me and forgive me? Even these damn tears can't stop dripping, and this is the umpteenth time I'm crying in a pain I can't measure the depth of.

Di-di-he's my put-ri? Hiks.Hiks.

Dear Pa-pa Tung-gu, Pa-pa will soon meet you and your mother! I muttered to myself while erasing the corners of my eyes with the back of my hand. It's time I took responsibility for my past sins.

In the midst of the sadness I felt, out of nowhere came the happy feeling that gently caressed my heart, I began to smile to myself, I grabbed a tissue with my right hand on my desk, cleaning the mucus coming out of my nose. Truly, this was the first time I cried bitterly but at the same time happy came, having a daughter as sweet and as smart as Fazila was not a punishment, she was the most beautiful gift God had given me.

Now is not the time to be sad, with great zeal I have moved from the floor where I have been sitting since the last thirty minutes. My brain started to devise small plans until big plans to get sorry from that godly woman. The lips that had previously let out a roaring cry were now only able to show off a smile as beautiful as a full moon.

Tok.Tok-sign.Tok.

I know, the one who always knocks on the door and bothers me at the wrong time must be Bobby's job. Many times he tried to knock on the door and I did not give him an answer.

"Lake in!" I said in a loud voice after making sure I was okay, fine from my sad feelings that had evaporated into the sky along with a rough sigh.

"If I don't ask you to come in quickly, that means I don't want to be disturbed by anyone! You really piss me off." I said to Bobby as soon as he showed his flat face.

I looked at the face of the man standing in front of me with a dagger-sharp look, of course he did not dare to look back at me. Had Bobby dared to look me in the face, then my charm as a cold and firm boss would have worn off as soon as he saw my puffy eyes.

"What's wrong?"

"Maafff, boss! Today our client representative from Thailand is coming. They asked to meet at the hotel." Reply Bobby still with a face down.

"All right! Wait outside. I'll be out in a minute."

"Good, Boss!" Said Bobby again, that handsome face was still ducking away from my sharp gaze. He even walked backwards.

Ten minutes later I was out of my office and currently in the lobby. Iklima, Bobby and some of the staff and manager came with me to make sure the presentation with the Thai side went smoothly.

The Duarrrr!

The happiness that I had felt as if I was yawning in the air. My footsteps that had been filled with enthusiasm to win all the challenges for the sake of my sweet daughter were now stopped. My eyes were staring at a point. The point that had been my nightmare, as well as a dream that made me not stop smiling because I was happy.

"Why did the boss stop?" Iklima asked because he had not seen the figure that made me very surprised, shocked amazing.

A second later, the eight-year gap separating us was now only two steps away. The words I had designed once I met him were now only clenched on the lips. It came suddenly and surprised me. Where am I going to start this serious conversation.

"No-na you? You're ad-da di-si-ni?" My chest was pounding so hard, my tears were dripping back.

Alan Wijaya's... Did he know you'd see him after your meeting with the Thai side? How does he know my office address? I muttered to myself while looking at the beautiful face of the mother of my sweet daughter.

Plakkkkp!

Instead of getting an answer from the graceful lady standing in front of me, I instead got a slap hard enough that my face turned perfectly towards the left. I haven't lost the pain I felt on my right cheek.

Plakkkkp!

One slap back landed on my left cheek. I felt a tremendous pain in my left and right cheeks. My heart hurts. It was not the slap that made my heart ache, for a moment I looked at the perfect face of my daughter's mother, I saw her eyes look like they wanted to kill me, those beautiful eyes were even shedding tears, the tears of sorrow. The same sadness that I felt all this time.

Iklima, Bobby and some of the people standing behind me looked shocked to see their superiors get slapped in a pretty crowded place. I didn't want to see everyone staring at my daughter's mother with an annoyed look, I quickly grabbed her wrist and pulled her towards my office. He revolted, but not a word came out of his thin lips. He did not insult me in front of my employees to preserve my dignity, and I am grateful for that.

The wrist I was holding felt so cold, I felt like he was afraid of me. Once I was in my office, I closed the door. Now it's just the two of us. I was dead even though he killed me.

"You remember me? I think not! But I still remember the face of the Devil who dared to ruin my life!" The loud voice of the graceful woman standing in front of me filled my sense of hearing.

Fatimah Azzahra's? What made him so angry that he dared to meet me in my pen? I'm sure this is a big deal! Hopefully Opa doesn't make trouble with her and our daughter. I muttered again while waiting for what he would do next. And this was our first meeting after eight years, that beautiful face covered in almost exploding anger, a long-buried rage.

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