Fazila Tipan From Heaven

Message of Love

The sun had just revealed its light, but my sweet daughter was ready to return to the dorm. Since finishing the morning prayer he chose not to sleep anymore, reading the Qur'an while understanding every meaning is his activity since an hour ago. I wonder if he is bored or not? In fact, her beautiful voice filled the magnificent residence of Wijaya. As if there is no other sound than the beautiful sound when melantukan love verses sourced from his Lord.

"Darling, let's have breakfast. After that your Abi will take you to the Dormitory! Are you done packing?"

"Already, Oma!" Reply to my daughter Salihaku after stopping her reading.

Mama entered my room with a warm cup of coffee and a glass of milk for Fazila.

"Alan's... Mama and Papa will be visiting your office this afternoon. Your Oma and Opa will be coming with their new driver.

You should also take your time to witness your daughter's performance in person. Mama's hoping Fazila we'll make the top three."

Mama gave me a glass of warm milk for my sweet daughter. Instead of receiving the milk that Mama thrust Fazila instead put his Mushap that looks torn in some parts.

"It looks like Oma has to buy you a new Qur'an! This mushap looks worn." Say Mama again while removing the Quran from Fazila's bag.

" No."

"Why not? Isn't the new better?"

"Ummi bought this Qur'an from the results of his sewing. Fazila still remembers, when Ummi's hand was injured because his hand was pierced by a needle.

Ummi never gave up on giving his best to Fazila.

Although tired and wanting to give up, Fazila still memorized the Qur'an, all for the sake of Ummi. Fazila wanted to wear the Crown for Ummi and Abi!" Said my daughter while looking at Mama's sad face.

Without feeling, I who was standing in front of the closet also shed tears. As it turned out, being the parent of a daughter like Meyda Noviana Fazila made me shed tears. I do not know what good I have done until a loving, merciful God bestows upon me the perfect daughter of my sweet daughter.

Perfectly?

I know no man is perfect, but to me my daughter is perfect. Am I not an exaggerated Abi? I may be overdone, but for a gift like Fazila it feels like there are no words I can say to describe how valuable it is in my black and white life.

"Oma don't have to worry! Ummi always said, effort will never betray results! Fazila always performed optimally. If God wants Fazila to go home, then Fazila will go home. After all, Fazila misses Dena, Lisa and Amir very much. Fazila misses home in Malang." Reply my sweet princess plain. My sweet daughter hugged Mama's middle-aged body without taking a smile off her thin lips.

Happiness is so simple. Being able to see my daughter's happy face made me feel an incredible happiness. Just wait a minute, son! Abi promised, we will soon live together as you wish and Abi wish.

Abi will work harder, and will persuade Ummimu. May Allah help Abi's sincere intention to make Ummimu Abi's only wife to the heavens. I muttered to myself as I stared at the reflection of my sweet daughter's face from the mirror.

"If you hadn't come to the TV station, Mama would have been mad at you." Show Mama while looking intently at me who is still standing on the right side of the bed while tidying up the tie.

Seeing Mama clenching her hands while looking at me with a sharp gaze, Fazila could only smile while tightening her arms on Mama's body.

"Oma don't need to be angry! Abi will definitely come. If Abi doesn't come, Fazila won't talk to him anymore."

"Abi's coming. Abi won't miss Abi's daughter's extraordinary performance." My reply after I sat down near my sweet daughter. I rubbed his head with a smile.

"O yes Bi, last week one of Fazila's close friends was said to be coming home, if this time Fazila who came home we can not meet again.

Abi, Oma, Opa, Grandma Buyut, Grandpa Buyut and Aunt Sabina, you all live here! Fazila and Ummi? We live very far away."

"Don't worry, son! Wait, we'll be living together soon." I said again while stroking the head of my sweet Princess who was still covered in a head covering cloth. To be honest, these tears are almost spilled. With all my might I tried to keep her from dripping in front of my sweet daughter.

What's wrong with me? Why these tears are so easy lately. I'm not a loser, now I live for one purpose only, united with my sweet daughter and her Umminya.

"Come on... We have to get down! We'll have breakfast, after which Abi will take you to Ummi." I lifted up my sweet daughter's body, holding her in my arms. I don't know when we'll spend more time like this? The best thing I can do right now is just spend some time and stare at my sweet daughter's face until it's satisfied. Unfortunately, this heart will never be satisfied. Aren't I being too greedy? Well, I think I'm greedy. A day with my daughter was very short, but it was much better than Fatimah not allowing her to see me.

Fatima? For the first time I dare to say that name! Even her name sounds so beautiful in my sense of hearing. Am I in love again? And this time a different love, love because of God.

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An hour had passed since my sweet daughter regained her dormitory, her happy look and the man's confident look gave me goosebumps.

"Ommy... Fazila misses Grandma...! When did he arrive?" My Salihaku daughter asked while holding my finger, I could understand her feelings since she had not met Kiai Hasan and Nyai Latifa for two weeks.

Two weeks was even short.

O yes... Aren't you going to have a question and answer session with Ustadz today? Maybe your three friends have come. You must leave for the Hall. Do you want to be with Ummi?"

"Why did Ummi just remind Fazila now? All right, Fazila has to go. Assalamu'alaikum..." My sweet daughter left with a smile.

My life felt empty without his presence by my side. What can I do in this spacious room? For a moment I took a deep breath, then exhaled it roughly from the lips. My focus on Fazila felt like it was split hearing the phone I put on the nightstand ringing. I think Fazila played the phone and changed her tone while I was in the shower.

Dozens messaging? I don't know who sent me that many messages, and without realizing it my forehead started to wrinkle.

Today's light dims in front of your charm, it signifies that nothing else can penetrate the depths of my heart but you

People say life is short. And in short this life, I want to spend the rest of my life with you.

Without feeling the corner of my lips slightly raised, I began to smile to myself. It felt strange, for the first time anyone dared to turn me over

How's my heart? I don't think I'm okay. Thinking of you not even in front of my eyes made my breath feel tight.

I thought I was in love!

Will this love be welcomed?

Whatever your decision I can only give up? Accept the destiny that already exists! Even so I will never give up.

I will never give up on getting your heart. Because right now I only have one purpose in life.

My purpose in life is to get your heart so that my name can be with yours.

Today I can't see you not because I'm a cowardly Abi! I promise to see you this afternoon.

This is a beautiful portrait of our daughter. Did you see her pretty face? I vaguely heard his request, he asked his Lord to unite Ummi and Abinya!

*Honestly, I shed tears upon hearing her request.

By reading Bismilborn Rahmanir Rahiim, I decided that from today on, I will always walk to you so that you and I are united in one word, 'KITA*'

Hhmmm! I started to breathe rough. Reading a dozen messages made my emotions fickle. Sometimes I smile, sometimes I get angry. Just looking at his face made me feel an incredible annoyance! And the bad news is, I'll never be able to kick him out.

My name is Alan Wijaya. This portrait I sent, our daughter took it. He said he was very happy. And I'm happy too.

We'll start all over again, even if you get angry to the point that I don't want to come to you.

See you at the studio this afternoon! Even if you are invisible in front of me, I will always look forward to your arrival. From Me full of Wounds and Sins... Alan Wijaya's.

Again I can only sigh harshly, though,

I didn't even want to see his face, then what reason did he have to dare to send a portrait of his face. Has he forgotten the anger I once inflicted on him? Or does he pretend to forget the bad things I've been through?

Fatimah, she's challenging you! Now what are you gonna do? You are not a sinless angel! And his mistake was too patal!

I muttered to myself as I put the phone in my hand in its original place, on the nightstand. In my heart I felt great misgivings, how am I going to live my days with the presence of that man? I allowed him to approach Fazila, and not approach me. The bad shadow of the night was still dancing in my brain memory, seeing her face would only make my chest feel tight.

Tell me, how do I forget this pain? I also want to be free from the anger that is still burning, but every time I remember him the more I feel the pain because of him. A dozen love messages that he sent, instead of making me feel flowery, I actually felt an overwhelming anger.

Love messages?

It's all just nonsense. And I don't want to get involved in that kind of feeling. For me, the emotion of love is no longer useful. That feeling has long since died, and this is my life now? I dedicate it to my beautiful daughter Meyda Noviana Fazila.

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