Fazila Titipan From Heaven(2)

Muffle Anger!

"Usually I have never seen any woman with a look of hate or anger. But today, for the first time I curse a woman like you.

I feel sorry for the woman who gave birth to you. Having a daughter like you is a curse to her."

Fazila's chest rumbled. It felt like he wanted to grab the hair of the middle-aged woman standing in front of him. It turns out that old age does not necessarily make people behave like adults, because actually age is just a number.

Huh!

Fazila let out a rough breath, until now he was still trying hard to hold back the anger in his heart. Really, the nonsense speech that came out of the middle-aged woman's mouth in front of him made all the pores of Fazila's body filled with anger, he creeped.

"Mrs, I know you're angry. Can I ask you a question?"

"Actually who are you?"

"There's no way you're this angry if you don't have any complaints against me."

"But at least let me know who you are and what is the reason you're angry with me? I can't curse people if I don't know the guy myself. Didn't you?" Fazila stared back at the woman, but not with a look of hatred, rather Fazila felt pity.

"Shut your mouth." Said the middle-aged woman with a high tone of voice, her eyes stare as sharp as daggers. Seeing this did not make Fazila tremble or fear, for it was only with Allah that He surrendered.

"You speak as if without sin, seeing your appearance makes me want to vomit. I warn you, stay away from my son or I'll make you cry blood for the rest of your life."

Now everything seemed clear to Fazila, the patience he had been maintaining finally collapsed as well. How not, a stranger accused him of contempt. Teasing son?

"Ckckl! What'sthis?" Said Fazila while twitching her painless head.

"Mrs, I'm trying to be patient because you're a guest in this place. It seems that my silent attitude is opening up more and more room for insulting me. But not anymore." Said Fazila in a soft voice.

If anyone asks why is Fazila still being gentle when she is insulted? So the answer is because He is a Muslimah lover of the Qur'an, in Islam He is taught to be gentle, because tenderness always brings love. Not like a rude attitude, rudeness would only give birth to grudges and hostility, and Fazila was not such a person.

"First, you have no right to insult me, because we just met. Second, I don't know who your son is and I've never teased him. I'm an honorable woman and come from a respectable family, I'm not going to do that shit." Fazila explained, It really does not know where this misunderstanding started, which clearly Fazila felt debased. If others were in his position, it was certain that they would be involved in a fierce debate.

"Enough, Ma. Enough."

"Yeah. She's my Mama!"

"Tell Mama Mu, if she wants to get angry, don't vent her anger on me. Every word he spoke to me really hurt me." Fazila pointed at Matthew while sighing heavily.

"You dare talk like that about me to my son? You really are a shameless woman. I realized that not all humans behave like humans. You don't even deserve to live."

"Enough, Ma."

"Mama is really outrageous." Matthew drew his mother's hand violently from the face Fazila had used. Worse, the middle-aged woman was too upset until Matthew had trouble getting through.

"Ohhhh!" Fazila yells. He bounced, fortunately his slender body was caught until he did not fall into the flower pot on the right side of the front yard.

"Pa-pak Governor. You here?" Fazila asked as she looked at Refal who was currently holding back her slender body.

"Of course I'm here because my wife is in trouble." Refal said as he looked at the two people in front of him, Matthew and Mama.

"How dare you bother my wife! What do I have to do with you, huh?" Refal shouted harshly. He wanted to punish the two annoying people standing in front of him, only that Fazila was trying hard to stop him.

"Sir Governor, stop. Please, don't. If we make a fuss here Ummi and Abi will be embarrassed because their guests are treated disrespectfully." Said Fazila while pulling on Refal's arm.

It's not that Fazila's acting pretty. Only, He really did not want this problem until the ears of his parents.

"Listen to Me Madam, I don't know you, nor your son." Fazila looked at Matthew and his mother in turn. He really meant it when he said it.

"If you think I've seduced your son, then you're wrong. And you need to know, this handsome man standing next to me is my husband." I'm Fazila with pride, because that's the truth.

"Next time, you don't have to be angry. Asking in a good way is far nobler than cursing people without knowing the truth."

After saying everything in his head, Fazila smiled faintly as he grasped the friendly hands of Refal to follow his steps into the main Mansion. Fazila knew letting Refal stay too long in front of the person who had hurt his wife would be bad for them. Pulling out Refal as soon as possible was the only way to temper his anger.

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