Fazila Tipan From Heaven

The Fulfillment of Love (Alan&Fatimah)

"Abi why? What makes Abi cry so much?" I asked while removing the droplets after droplets that just kept flowing from the shady netra of Abi Fazila.

He still couldn't answer my short question as hard as I tried to ask him. His body was still trembling, and he increasingly tightened his embrace.

"Of course..."

Abi Fazila's hoarse voice again filled my sense of hearing. Really, I really couldn't guess what was wrong with her until she felt a sadness that not only stifled her chest, but this also stifled my chest.

"Say Bi, what's up?" I asked the same question again. Questions I don't remember how many times I've asked.

"Of-oom... That woman." Abi Fazila's words were stuck in her throat. Even the mucus coming out of his nose started to hit my hand, how sad was he until he couldn't talk? I left him and walked to his desk. There was no tissue there, only a pile of office files that filled half Abi Fazila's desk.

Since I didn't find what I was looking for, I immediately went back to Abi Fazila and sat down in front of him.

"Tell Ummi, who would dare to disturb Abi? Abi doesn't have to cry like this. Seeing Abi sad makes Ummi at the point Ummi thought Ummi would be gone."

Instead of answering my words, Abi Fazila hugged me, and this was for the umpteenth time. Had Fazila been here, it would have been easy for that sweet boy to comfort his Abinya. Unfortunately, since the wedding of the sweet child chose to stay at the house of Omanya in the hope that Ummi and Abinya will be closer. And look at the results of his efforts, we are not only close, we even share his joys and sorrows. I've never been wrong to say my saliha daughter Meyda Noviana Fazila is a deposit from Heaven.

Huhhhhhh!

Half an hour passed, and now I can breathe a sigh of relief. Abi Fazila did not cry anymore, and at this moment he placed his head on my lap. I began to caress her head, occasionally patting her chest slowly. Cleans the mucus coming out of his nose with my hands without feeling the slightest disgust.

For a long time we were silent, and I did not want to repeat the same question. I'm sure if Abi Fazila had calmed down she herself would have said all her fret.

We stared at each other, locking each other in our gazes. All I can do is smile. Don't ask about my feelings, because right now my heart still feels deep sadness. Even my eyes felt sore because I had been in tears since then, maybe now my eyes began to swell. Is love really like this? When our loved ones cry, do we cry with them? I don't know, I'm not sure of the answer, because this is the first time Fatimah Azzahra has felt it.

Without saying a word Abi Fazila gently caressed my cheeks with her soft fingers. His eyes were still filled with sadness.

"So no need to worry about Ummi, Ummi promises not to ask for anything." I said slowly trying to force a smile.

"Thank you for Ummi choosing to stay alive."

"Why does Abi talk like that?"

"none. Abi just feels happy." Abi Fazila again.

"Happy? Because what?"

"Abi was happy because Ummi survived, Abi was also happy because Ummi was beside Abi at this time. Abi please, never leave Abi even in a dream."

"Where can Ummi go? Ummi will not leave Abi alone, Ummi will stick like gum. Just watch Abi complain. If Abi complains, Ummi promises Ummi will not talk to Abi, not a day or two. But this is for a month." I said while pretending to pout.

Ahhhh... What kind of joke is this? I'm not even sure my words can comfort him or not. Unexpectedly, Abi Fazila instead laughed while pinching my bangir nose.

"Thank you!"

"Thank you again, for what?" I asked again, my eyes round.

"Haha... Ummi doesn't have to stare at Abi like that, Ummi looks like a sweet rabbit."

"Did Abi try to tease Ummi? I'm a woman with one child, it won't be easy to tease me!" My reply while pinching Abi Fazila's stomach slowly, now our lips are starting to carve a smile.

Unfortunately it was not long, because in the next minute Abi Fazila was seen sighing long. I often do that when my shoulders are heavy with the burden of trouble that paralyzes my heart and mind.

Every second that passed felt very suffocating, Abi wanted to go home immediately. Locking Ummi in a hug, then looking at Ummi's face until Abi is exhausted.

Once Abi gets home, Abi wants to see Ummi. As Abi entered the house, Abi heard the three women gossiping with deep sadness. Hearing what they were talking about made Abi's entire body numb. Abi's chest was tight, Abi imagined what the woman was experiencing was not much different from what Ummi was going through and it made Abi angry.

Abi was not angry at the woman, Abi was angry at Abi himself. Abi felt disgusted at Abi herself. Abi could not endure Abi's suffering until Abi thought nothing was the best way to penance." Abi Fazila said at length, the eyes that had been shining now again showed deep sorrow, even droplets after drops flowed back from the shade netra. He woke up from my lap and whined like a child who lost his precious toy.

"Tell Ummi what Mbok Liza and her two nephews have been saying? Does Ummi have to scold them for Abi?" I said while cupping his handsome face. Her beautiful Netra couldn't stare at me and it was very painful for me.

"A brash man who is not much different from me has tarnished the pride of a young girl named Lara." Abi Fazila's words were stuck in her throat. He looked at me with a gaze that managed to tear away the peace of my soul.

"The insolent man left the poor girl after learning of her pregnancy. Ummi know what rips my soul more? No one was aware of the woman's suffering. Everyone insulted him.

Unable to hear the insults being pointed at her, the poor girl is yak-hi-ri hi-dup her sen-di-ri." Again Abi Fazila spoke in a hoarse voice, his speech sounded soul-wrenching.

Now I understand why Abi Fazila was crying so lightly. He did not imagine the girl's suffering. He only imagines my suffering, the suffering it causes.

Yahhh... It also ripped my body and soul. Who else could have known the magnitude of that woman's suffering other than myself. Sometimes other people can only entertain with a simple statement that 'Everything will be fine' in fact not as late as it is living a fine life after suffering as big as it struck.

"What should Abi do, Mi? Whahuh? The woman said guardianship will not fall on Abi, even when our daughter is married, Abi cannot be her guardian, even if after forced marriage is still invalid. What's the point of Abi, Mi? My poor daughter. My precious fazila! Hiks.Hiks.Hiks."

Really, there were no more letters that I could string together into precious words that could calm him down. This matter is too heavy, I can't even look Abi Fazila in the face because I know I won't be able to comfort her. As much as I can, I try to calm him down. Because there is nothing more precious in marriage than to make our partner feel calm.

"Bie... Look Ummi! Ummi said look at Ummi." I said firmly while raising Abi Fazila's chin, her fearful face really made me concerned.

"It's all just the past. Ummi forgave Abi, and Fazila loved Abi very much. Don't bind Abi's heart and mind with that bad time.

Ummi is here, and from this moment on we will write our days with love and compassion so that the past will be ashamed in front of our happiness." I said with my body shaking, my tears couldn't stop dripping.

"True Muslims are not desperate and hopeless. He knows that together today there is still tomorrow. With adversity there is ease, after night there is dawn, and much of today's reality is yesterday's dream." I re-opened my voice between the two of us.

Truly, Abi Fazila was completely unable to stop her crying, the bad events of eight years ago still filled her heart and mind. I forgave him, but he still couldn't forgive himself. Now that I realized, the dark event not only hurt my soul and body, but the bad incident also left a deep wound for the beautiful man who is now officially my husband, he said, Alan Wijaya's.

I ran out of sense, I no longer knew how to stop her crying. Without a second thought I raised Abi Fazila's chin and stuffed her soft lips with mine.

Yayaa... This time I do, maybe tonight will be a beautiful night for us, or otherwise tonight will be a night of crying. I didn't know it myself, which I obviously just wanted the two of us to leave the past behind.

Abi Fazila completely stopped her crying, slowly I began to stop my kiss on her soft lips.

For a moment we stared at each other, a second later Abi Fazila grabbed my nape and her turn floated her soft kiss on my thin lips, in the reading room there were only the two of us with the dim light of the lamp, isn't this very romantic?

As our kiss deepened, and I could not resist the desire in the chest, all I could do was give up in front of the sparkle of our love.

"Stop, Bi. We must pray first, whatever we do let us do with the intention of worship." I whispered in Abi Fazila's ear.

No more crying, only loving gazes. I could clearly see the calmness starting to be seen from the shady netra of Abi Fazila. Without saying a word he grabbed my arm, carried me, then walked towards our room.

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...❤Happy New Year 2022 from Fatimah, Alan and Fazila❤...