Fazila Titipan From Heaven(2)

Him, Who?

The time just showed at 19:00 when Fazila walked to the front yard, to welcome the arrival of Refal, He had not even had time to change the mucus He used.

The longing now filled Fazila's chest cavity, and it caused him to run into the arms of a Refal Mahendra Shekar. Fazila did not blame if he missed the figure of Refal? Yes, longing is natural to ambush the soul and body because they do not meet for a day.

"I didn't wrongly love my husband. What is wrong is that I love him more than my love for Allah and His Messenger." Said Fazila quietly while staring at the gate.

Refal said he was almost there, five minutes Fazila was waiting on the front page, but his car was still nowhere to be seen.

"Sir Ridwan, what's wrong with him?" Fazila looked at the middle-aged figure who was currently grimacing in pain. Due to enduring the pain, the middle-aged man was not even aware of Fazila's presence.

Fazila walked over to the middle-aged figure in charge of cleaning the garden. He sat down on the grass and wrapped his wound in a piece of cloth. He looked in pain and it provoked the mercy of Fazila. All human beings are the same, whether he is King or commoner, it makes no difference in Fazila's view, as human beings we are encouraged to spread goodness, and right now that is what he is doing.

"Sir Ridwan what's wrong, sir?"

"Why are you sitting there?"

"Is Dad okay?"

"Do you need help?"

Fazila asked as she sat beside Mr. Ridwan, Fazila started to look panicked as the middle-aged man sitting nearby looked pale.

"Non Fazila, here? You're fine, Non"

"What a good sir, you look pale."

"Have you eaten?" Fazila asked as she held onto Mr. Ridwan's arm which looked alarming.

Without Fazila realizing that someone who had just stepped down from the car was looking at her with an angry look, every single thing she heard from Fazila's words felt like an increasingly burning fire, there was a great anger that was currently controlling his soul and He wanted to spill all that anger as soon as possible.

"Come, Fazila help, sir."

"From the small Non Fazila to the present, Non Fazila is completely unchanged. Non Fazila's kindness always makes you proud. Non Fazila has never differentiated us all, Mr and Madam are the same. You're really lucky to get to know this amazing family, may the Non family be kept out of the evil eye." Said Mr. Ridwan sincerely.

There was no reply from Fazila other than a charming smile. Mr. Ridwan's flattery doesn't make him proud. After driving the middle-aged man to the back door and calling the family doctor for him, Fazila now stood in the front yard again, waiting for the arrival of Refal with pride.

"Awuu!"

Fazila grimaced with pain because his arm was pulled rough by someone he did not know.

"You who? Why are you so rude?" Fazila asked after he removed his arm from the graceful figure that was the same age as Umminya.

"Women like you should be underlined, I don't have the patience to face you. Do you know, you disgusting and shameless woman."

I don't know what dreams Fazila had last night until he had to meet a rude figure, if only the woman standing in front of him was not the same age as her Umminya, it was made sure Fazila would reply with the same words.

"Mrs, I think you're wrong. I don't even know you. Don't you think you're being too outrageous? Insulting others at his first meeting isn't that not in keeping with the fashionable style you showed?" As much as possible Fazila tried to hold back his anger, however He could not defile his speech with rude speech, or rather useless speech. Patience does not mean weakness, and patience does not mean accepting accusations with a chest. Patience is power, and patience has no limits.

Lord, give me patience, standing in front of this strange woman pisses me off. Actually, he was, who? I don't know him. If I didn't know him, how could he make me an enemy? Fazila muttered in her heart without taking off her gaze from the strange female figure that dared to address her.

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