Fazila Tipan From Heaven

Pillow Barrier

After dinner everyone went back to their room. Today was quite a tiring day, and there was no reason for me not to lay down on the bed.

It still feels like a dream, usually only Fazila is always by my side, but now? A figure that is no less beautiful with the Television actor was sitting on the sofa like a statue. Half an hour ago he sat there struggling with the laptop in front of him. I don't know what job is so important until it looks that serious.

And Me? I choose to remain silent. I didn't even move much because I was afraid it would bother him.

He moved from his sitting position and looked at me with a gaze I could hardly understand. Does she know I've been watching her since, does she feel upset about me? Or just the opposite, he felt uncomfortable because I was being silent? At least that reason was all I could find to decipher his current gaze.

"From... Ahhhh, sorryff. I mean, is Ummi Fazila going to sleep now?"

Hearing her question I could only nod slowly, to be honest I still felt nervous whenever I was around her. For others, this may be a simple thing. But for me this is different, even if someone says I'm a village, I still won't be able to control myself not to feel afraid and nervous.

This relationship is very complicated. We are bound in a unique destiny. Other couples embrace each other and then unite in a happy marriage. But, us? We're tied up because of Fazila.

"Can I ask for pajamas?"

"of course. I'll get it!" My reply quickly then turned around and walked towards the large cupboard that was on my right.

Fatimah... Be calm. You don't need that lump of stuff. Nothing will happen between the two of you. You didn't know him in the past so you could curse him. But, now? He's not a stranger. You're responsible for looking after her as you look after Fazila. It is a little difficult to build this relationship. But believe me, your God is not sleeping. The power will surely make you happy, no darkness will last forever because there is still a sun that will shine on your long frozen heart. My babble inwardly while wasting a rough breath.

Netraku locked onto that beautiful figure again. A second later I thrust my pajamas at him and grabbed him excitedly. For a moment we stared at each other in silence, engraved a sweet smile on that handsome face.

The cesssss!

A different taste now gently caressed my heart. Actually I want to smile back at him, unfortunately I am still not used to his existence. I hurriedly turned around, ducked saluting then walked towards the sofa, I sat on the sofa without saying a word.

Huhhhhhhhh!

I started to breathe a sigh of relief. Being near Abi Fazila made my body cold hot. What's wrong with my heart? I myself cannot understand that simple thing and then how I take care of myself and control my heartbeat.

"Is Fazila asleep?"

Huhhhhhh!

Hearing Abi Fazila's sudden question, I rubbed my chest in surprise. I was silent while digesting the situation.

"A-what was Ummi Fazila surprised? I-I'm sorry, I didn't do that on purpose."

"No. It's okay." My words relaxed after I could control the pounding in my heart.

For a moment we were both silent, I myself did not know where to start. Not only my mouth, even my legs are completely motionless.

Had Fazila been here in this room, with me, maybe the atmosphere wouldn't have been this tough! I muttered inwardly while showing off a faint smile.

"I'll sleep on the couch, and Umm Fazila will sleep on the bed! It's a final decision and it can't be challenged."

Rich people are different, the way they talk and their lifestyle, everything feels different in this big house of Vijaya residence. I'm not even allowed to touch my old plate, everything's a waiter. If calculated the number of ART in the residence of Wijaya is no less than a dozen people. Wahhh.... Isn't this a bit of an exaggeration for me who has spent half my life living a simple way? No matter how high the position I am in I hope it will not make me forget, forget the reason behind the creation of this self.

"It's okay. Men have to give up on women. If Ummi Fazila's back hurts from sleeping on the couch then don't blame Mama if she pulls my ear."

Hearing Abi Fazila's words somehow made me laugh without feeling embarrassed again. His face and tone sounded serious, probably because my wild imagination imagined that Abi Fazila's adult son would get a jewel and that would provoke my laughter.

"Well, I accept that excuse. But, between the two of us no one will sleep in that little place." I said quietly while pointing towards the sofa. A second later I got back serious. Abi Fazila's eyes were glowing, I didn't know what she was thinking, and strangely I felt happy for it. We started to get close, though not as close as the other couple.

"I will sleep on the left bed, while Abi Fazila will occupy the right bed. Don't worry, I won't do anything. That's my promise." I said as I crossed both arms in front of my chest.

"To keep both of us comfortable, then this little pillow that will be the separation between us." Connect me again while putting eight small pillows in the middle of the bed that we will occupy.

"I'm so sleepy. Can I sleep first?" I asked while looking at his surprised face. There was no reply from Abi Fazila other than a nod of a small head, after which I started to put my head on the pillow and did not know when I started to fall asleep.

...***...

The moon tonight shines so brightly, it feels like the light is penetrating my deepest heart. I fell in love again, and that's the truth. The perfect figure was now sleeping very soundly, and fortunately he was asleep. When will I be able to look at her face silently with a loving look.

His thin lips looked very intoxicating, in this magnificent room there was no sound other than the sound of his breath that had since filled my sense of hearing, the sound of his breathing roar like an exciting song of love. I don't know what was present in his dream until those thin lips carved out a smile. Right now everything inside of him felt very intoxicating. Really, I was looking forward to the time when this cushion was no longer between us.

It is easy to get rid of these useless pillows and pounce on them like a starving lion, but I will not do that. I want the Angel who is still sleeping on my left side to accept me with his soul and body without any doubt.

Without me planning on drip after drop warm started freefalling from my shady netra. Since when did I turn into a crybaby? Don't ever ask me that question because I don't know the answer.

Alan you really suck! Ever since you were near Fatimah, you've always been doing koyolan. You're nervous, you're smiling to yourself, too. Don't know what Fatimah thinks of you. My babble in heart without taking his eyes off the near-perfect figure, Fatimah Azzahra.

"He asked me not to worry because he wouldn't do anything. I'm not worried about him, I'm worried about myself because I'm afraid I'm going to do something that will disappoint him. He's totally innocent.

This is the reason a man should not be alone with a woman who is not lawful to him because Satan will be the third, their wild fantasies will continue to fill his chest cavity until they forget the limits. My God, forgive me for my past sins." I said softly without taking my eyes off the perfect face of Ummi Fazila.

This is the first step in this journey, my household trip with Ummi Fazila. Hope after this no more sorrow will come to say hello.

I want you to know, secretly I always beg the same request, I want my next day to always be with you.

O Angel of heaven. You are the breath of my life. I have no doubt to say, with you even though it is a gust of wind I call it a blessing. Most beautiful gifts.

I don't mind waiting for you no matter how long, as long as I love you. If love is the rose, and I am the leaf, all our lives will bloom together in the season of sorrow or cheerfulness. Let me fall in love and let time test me. The most obvious proof of my love is trust. I believe time will unite my race and your race, a feeling that will wrap us up in loving shades. Love is limitless. I muttered inwardly, this time I lay beside Ummi Fazila without taking my gaze off her face.

My wild imagination even imagined the beauty of Ummi Fazila without a headdress, long straight black hair dangling. I look forward to it, I really look forward to the moment when me and him are fused in one breath. I don't know when it's going to happen, which is clear I have to be patient for it.

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