Fazila Tipan From Heaven

Love Counselor

Hiks.Hiks.Hiks.

Nyai Latifa's crying voice resounded in my ears and of course in Kiai Hasan's ears as well. Ten minutes passed since I came out of Nyai Latifa's room, still she was still crying.

I was still standing in front of the door with tears in my eyes. I never thought that Nyai Latifa would cry like a child who lost her new toy by hearing my past tale, the past that makes my whole body creep if I happen to remember it in solitude.

I shouldn't have to say anything to Nyai Latifa and Kiai Hasan. My past doesn't bring a smile to anyone who hears it. Where did this stupid courage come from? I muttered to myself while wiping the corner of my eyes that were still watering with the back of my hand.

Fatimah... It's almost over! Your daughter's day after tomorrow will perform, and this will be her last performance. Once this is done, what are you gonna do? Can you stand before Kiai Hasan and Nyai Latifa in a sinful state? You will not be able to bear your sorrow if Nyai Latifa and Kiai Hasan ignore you, should you leave the city that has warmed you? Where are you going? Fatimah... Fatimah, you're really in big trouble. I muttered to myself again.

I decided to leave Kiai Hasan and Nyai Latifa with all the pain she felt. Tonight, whether I can sleep or not, obviously I just want to get to the boarding school belonging to cousin Kiai Hasan, rest there contemplating and asking for mercy on the powerful is far better than just crying.

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"Abi cheated, it's deserved that Abi won, it's because Oma told him the answer." Said my sweet daughter while showing off a suspicious face.

"No dear, Oma never told your Abi! Your brother's a smart man, of course he guesses the answer easily." Reply Mama while pinching my sweet daughter's cheeks.

The jokes of the shalih are different, every word that comes out of the tongue only contains wisdom. Since an hour ago, I, my sweet daughter Fazila, Mama, Papa, Oma, Opa and Sabina, have been, our family kept joking but during that time there was not a word I heard in vain.

My sister, who sometimes cursed, fell in front of my sweet daughter, Fazila. It's so rare that something this beautiful happens in my life, I still feel like a dream, if it's a dream I don't want to wake up again.

"So... Fazila saw Oma winking, which meant he was trying to tell Abi the answer.

Yang Fazila did not stop thinking, why did aunt Sabina follow wink. Are you planning to defeat Fazila by exchanging answers?"

Hearing the words of my sweet daughter who acted like an adult, I somehow started laughing loosely.

"Don't worry baby, Grandpa Buyut always supports you. Do you want Grandpa Buyut to beat up your Abi, tell me? If you want Grandpa Buyut will do it for you!"

Opa Ade who usually acts cold like a chunk of Ice that will not be able to melt even in the eros of the era can melt in front of my little Angel. Never once did he show off his sad, annoyed and ugly face since Fazila set foot in the Vijaya residence. There is only a smile and happiness full of laughter. For a moment I presented the face of the salihah woman who became the mother of my sweet daughter.

Now, what did my sweet daughter's mother do? Have he eaten dinner? Does his heart still have wounds? Right now Fazila is with me, if she cries who will wipe away her tears? It would be better if we could stay together and be bound in a relationship of halal status. Lord, if you hear me, I beg of you, unite me with my daughter and that godly woman! I didn't even dare to say his name because I knew I was the source of his injuries. Lift up all the wounds from his heart and let me bear them all. I muttered to myself as I stared at the pretty face of my sweet daughter, Meyda Noviana Fazila.

This evening passed with a light joke but worth worship, my sweet daughter gave a qualified guess with knowledge. I think Sabina also got a fine slap from every utterance that came out of my sweet daughter's mouth.

My age has stepped on the figure of thirty-two years but only now do I know that Umar Bin Khattab once cried because he saw the Prophet lying on a rough mat so that the stripes of matting were imprinted on the floor apostleullah Body. Then what about me? I really hope this world won't let me down until I forget this end of life.

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"Pig... Tomorrow Fazila will be back. Fazila will definitely miss the atmosphere in this house. After the Qur'an hafidz event is over, it means that Fazila and Ummi will return to Malang.

Ummi and Fazila will spend our day as usual. So, Abi had to call Fazila often. Abi can't disappear like he used to. If Abi did that, Fazila would never see Abi again."

"Did Abi's daughter not want to live with Abi?" I said as I walked towards Fazila who was still busy tidying up her clothes, one by one she put them in a bag. The bed that used to look messy is now back to clean as before.

"Mmmm!" My sweet daughter seemed to think for a moment, a second later she smiled as she grabbed my arm.

"Fazila dear Abi. But, Fazila was even more fond of Ummi. If Fazila lives with Abi, then Ummi will be alone. For Fazila, seeing Ummi grieve was far scarier than death itself.

Amir, Dena and Lisa always said that Fazila was a wise boy. So for the sake of our happiness with Fazila chose to stay with Ummi. Fazila wants to be a handkerchief for Ummi, a handkerchief that always wipes away her tears."

This time I really couldn't hold back my tears. I grabbed Fazila's tiny body while crying a mouthful in her arms.

He wants to be a handkerchief that will wipe away the tears of Umminya? How hard was the life they lived until my sweet daughter thought like an adult? What made me even more angry at myself, was why my efforts to reach the hand of the godly woman had weakened even more. What am I afraid of?

The sound of my crying grew louder, this time it wasn't just me crying. My sweet daughter also cried with me, she shed tears without making a sound. Her tapered fingers swept my left and right cheeks, clearing away tears that still could not stop dripping.

"Don't cry! If Abi cries Fazila will also cry. Fazila doesn't like tears. Ummi had been crying on his own for too long, so Abi couldn't cry either. It's not a request, it's an order."

Hearing my sweet daughter's stern words, I don't know where my grief has gone. No more crying, only smiles.

"Fazila doesn't know what love means. Nevertheless, Fazila would ask. Does Abi love Ummi? Answer after Abi thought about it."

Not a word came out of my lips, I stared at the pretty face of my sweet daughter with a look of affection. A second later, without hesitation I began to nod my head, trying to give an answer without needing to string words together.

"alright. Since this Salihah Detective already knows your feelings, then it's time for me to become your Love advisor.

You have nothing to lose if you make me a love counselor. But, the fee I will ask for is very expensive. Are you willing to pay me...?"

I started to smile at my cute daughter's behavior. His face looks fierce but it does not diminish his respect for me. I could only nod at her words.

"the payoff... Abi has to hug Fazila for the rest of Abi's life." Said my sweet daughter with a fluffy smile on her pretty face.

Without being asked, I would always embrace her. Fazila's? She's my beloved daughter, my soul-cooler.

It seems, this time I found a very wonderful Love advisor, hopefully with the help of my sweet daughter, I'm Alan Wijaya, this sinful man will soon gain the Grace of the powerful so that we may live under the same roof.

Instead, now I look forward to what my beautiful daughter will say, a speech that will be a whip for me to be a good father and friend to my dear daughter Meyda Noviana Fazila.

Stay there, O angel of heaven, Fatimah Azzahra. Just wait a minute. With the help of the Power I believe you will be mine in this life as well as my life. I smiled as I hugged my sweet daughter, life is really beautiful if we thank her, and now I am learning to be grateful, grateful for everything.

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