Fazila Tipan From Heaven

Less Salt

A week has passed since that party, my household life with Ummi Fazila has been truly remarkable.

Ummi Fazila took care of me very well. Starting from waking up in the morning, the pious woman who shocked my eyes and heart did not wake me up in a frank manner. I understand that, it happened because of our not-so-close distance.

The Saliha woman woke up before dawn, since she opened her eyes I always watched her every move. Sometimes he would go back and forth while looking at my face pretending to be asleep. Honestly, when he did that I wanted to laugh, I had never met a shy woman like him before.

Sometimes he also hardened the sound of water coming from the bathroom. There's nothing that makes me less and less in love with her, she's really the perfect type.

During this week only I and Umm Fazila have lived in the magnificent two-story palace that I have lived in for the past five years, my daughter Saliha Meyda Noviana Fazila said she would stay at her great-grandfather's house to get Ummi and Abinya closer. Isn't he very understanding? Haha... I know that, my beautiful daughter is like that, I can count on her in every way.

What am I supposed to do? I muttered to myself while washing my burly body with cold water.

"Do I have to take Umm Fazila to watch Flem? No. gabe. No. gabe. I'm sure he won't like it!"

Am I not so stupid? I asked myself a question that would never have an answer.

Alan... Do you realize now that you're so boring? You should make the most of this moment so you don't regret it! Again, I can only murmur in my heart.

I quickly grabbed the towel hanging not too far from where I was standing. Covering half my body and leaving my upper body not covered by a single thread. The burly chest muscles along with the gallant body of the sixpack are now walking out of the bathroom while ruffling wet hair with fingers.

"The hope is siiiiiii."

Ummi Fazila's words were stuck in her throat as soon as she saw me coming out of the bathroom. Her surprised face looked so sweet, she looked like an adorable rabbit when she was surprised.

"Ma-maaffff. I'm not as cool." Ummi Fazila said quickly, he re-opened his voice after his slender body perfectly turned my back on my burly body.

"Other times I would knock on the door before entering the room, I never expected my old habits to be carried away until Abi Fazila's house." Follow my Fatimah again.

"Ti.it's okay! This is also Ummi Fazila's room, next time I'll be careful." Reply with an anxious smile.

"Yes, okay. From today we will both be careful. Quickly change clothes, after that go down. Breakfast is ready." Call Ummi Fazila again. From his voice I could tell clearly that he was very nervous, of course the same was true for me. It's just that I'm trying to calm my heart so as not to look like a loser.

"O yes.... Mama called, Mama said we should go to her house and look at Fazila." I said before Ummi Fazila stepped out of the room.

"alright. I'll get ready after I finish breakfast."

A minute later Ummi Fazila was no longer seen in my net.

One. Two. Three.

Huhhhhhhh!

I let out a sigh of relief, had Ummi Fazila still stood before me, I would not have known what would have happened to my heart. My chest was pounding so fast, I wasn't even a new kid to feel love, but somehow every time I was around made me feel an incredible vibe.

While breathing a sigh of relief my shade netra looked towards the bed, blue jeans with white t-shirts were already there. Not to forget Ummi Fazila also put the watch on the white shirt. Being happy, I even grabbed the shirt, clutched it in the chest while smiling like an insane person.

"Come Alan... Quick. Your angel is waiting downstairs. You can't make him wait too long." My babbles while wearing my clothes one after another.

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"Why is he so long? Why hasn't he come down yet? Should I call him again?

No. gabe. No. gabe.

What if it repeats itself? I mean what if he hasn't worn his clothes like that. It's really embarrassing, my chest is still pounding so hard." My babble while squeezing my fingers. I'm really very sorry.

I took a deep breath and then threw it rough from my lips, walking slowly towards the stairs.

Huhhhhhhh!

"All right, I'll go up. This time I'll knock on the door before I get in. I don't want it to happen again, I really look like a fool." Saying again, this time I patted my cheek gently to wake myself up.

Just stepping foot, I saw the perfect figure walking slowly down the stairs. The beautiful face showed off a smile, he walked while wearing a watch.

Fatimah.... What are you doing? Am I in too much of a hurry? Looky... That handsome guy hasn't even had time to wear his watch! I murmured in my heart. But I actually feel a great shame.

"It's okay. Please sit down." Pinta me while pointing at the dining table.

"Gee... This scent really stirs my appetite."

"I'm not sure what it's like. May Abi Fazila like him." Reply slowly.

There was no reply from Abi Fazila other than the charming smile that still puffed up on her handsome face. Really, I'm getting embarrassed. His smile, his gentle treatment, his sweet demeanor, his friendly demeanor, all of that made me even more fascinated. It turns out true said the wise man, do not know then do not love.

I admit I'm not that dear to her, it's just that lately I've felt something strange with my heart. My chest was always pounding when close to him, even my breathing felt irregular. And even more strangely, my beautiful net was always looking for Abi Fazila's whereabouts when I was away from her.

Am I in love? The answer is, of course I'm still not sure about that. Because honestly I've never loved anyone before, I've never felt love like any other couple. I am still waiting for the end of this strange story.

"Whatever Ummi cooks, I'll eat it, just don't put poison. I'm still young." Guyon Abi Fazila chuckles. He was really handsome while laughing like that.

"Ommy?" I asked with slightly furrowed brows.

"I mean, I will definitely enjoy whatever Ummi Fazila cooks for me. So don't worry about me not liking her."

I could only smile faintly to express my happiness, and in a time like this there was no other way I could take but to avoid her beautiful gaze. I didn't want Abi Fazila to know the strange feeling that was in my heart, the strange feeling that managed to make the flower deflate my chest.

For a moment I looked back into her beautiful eyes, we smiled back at each other. After that, he focused on the food on his plate.

One mouthful!

Just one mouthful, I saw that handsome face begin to frown. Even his face showed confusion. I really can't guess what he's thinking.

"What's wrong? Is the food bad?" I asked while standing to his left.

"Sit down."

"Is the food bad?" I repeated the same question while looking at Abi Fazila's astonished face.

"I don't know what's going on with this food, but it looks like it's lacking salt!"

"Less salt? Not likely. I've tried it, and it feels fine." My reply was to defend myself.

Abi Fazila who heard my answer smiled faintly. A second later I sat down while grabbing a mouthful of rice and side dishes that were on Abi Fazila's plate. Slowly I started chewing and felt nothing was wrong with the food.

"Eating is fine. The salt is also fine." Say it again while glancing at the handsome face of Alan Wijaya. I was really fascinated to see her beautiful smile.

"The food's fine, I'm not okay. Eat with me!" Pinta Abi Fazila with a teary look.

I was silent while standing from my sitting position. Just about to get up, Abi Fazila grabbed my arm without taking her eyes off my near-perfect face.

"Am I asking too much? I-i'm sorry! We've been married for a week, we share a room too, I wish we could also spend some time at the dinner table."

"I'm not going anywhere, I'm going chalky to pick up the dishes."

"Plate?"

"Yes plates. Didn't Abi Fazila want to eat together? I have to get the plates!"

"If I'm here for what plate again? We can share food from the same plate."

Glekkkk!

I swallowed the saliva. Abi Fazila's gaze pierced through the depths of my heart. How can I be this happy? He asked me to eat from the same plate as him? Isn't this a little overdone? We always eat separately during the week. I ate after he ate.

"Sa...one du-a plate?" I asked in a nervous voice.

Fatimah what do you think, she's your husband, no one will scold you for eating with her. I muttered in my heart while looking at Abi Fazila's hand that was still clutching my finger.

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