Fazila Titipan From Heaven(2)

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"If we leave the living room for too long, everyone will be worried. Say, whatever you want." Fazila began to open her voice after she and Mr. Made's wife were in the back garden, preferring to stand.

"If you think I seduce your son, then I beg you very much, remove that thought because it is an insult to me." Fazila continued, his words were firmly incontrovertible because it was the truth.

Five minutes passed but there was no sign that Madam Made would start her conversation. The back garden is inhabited by two beautiful women of different generations and unfortunately the atmosphere looks quiet.

"If there's nothing the Madam wants to say, we'd better go back inside. Being in this place for too long will be bad for both of us." Said Fazila while staring at his interlocutor. Actually he felt awkward in front of Madam Made, but inevitably he had to face it. Feeling that there was nothing to talk about Fazila stepped away from Madam Made.

"I'm sorry."

Hearing Umminya's guest's words Fazila stopped her footsteps, she looked at the figure with an intent gaze trying to find a gap, and, is what he heard really sincere or just a pretense for fear that the relationship between two families will be split? I don't know, Fazila couldn't capture the intentions of the middle-aged woman in front of him.

"If the Madam's reason for apologizing for fear of Abi and Om Made's relationship falling apart, the Madam won't have to worry because I won't say it.

I admit I was upset to hear the bad accusations that Mrs made. But, honestly, I've forgotten everything." Fazila said with a faint smile.

Forgive me?

So easily Fazila forgave the fault of the middle-aged woman patal who was in front of her. Instead of acting foolishly, it was just that during his life Fazila learned not to hold grudges, another name of life was a problem, and Fazila did not want to add to the problem by creating hostility. Doesn't his faith teach compassion? Yeah, that's right. The teaching he believed taught that, if anyone acts foolishly for reasons of revenge, it is not his belief that must be questioned but that person who has strayed far from his own belief. And Fazila realized that very clearly.

"The wrong aunt for accusing you recklessly. Aunty's wrong for insulting you without finding out the truth.

Living the sweetness and bitterness of life makes Aunty cautious in every way. And Matthew..." Madam Made's words were stifled as her tears began to drip down her beautiful face.

"He lives Aunt. Aunty will not be able to breathe if she is in trouble. And that kid... He almost made a mistake. Fortunately it didn't happen."

Fazila was seen letting out a rough sigh, He knew where this conversation was going. Madam Made apologized but she was actually scouting Fazila with her soft-spoken speech. Talking with the middle-aged woman in front of him made Fazila realize not everyone can have a sincere attitude like her.

Dretit.Dret.Dreep.

Thankfully the phone that Fazila was holding shook, at least it would save her from talking to Madam Made. Fazila smiled, the call was from his best friend and cousin, the son of Aunt Morgiana. Haidar, handsome cop with a myriad of achievements.

"I'm sorry for a minute, I have to take the call." Fazila asked for permission. There was no reply from Madam Made other than a nod of her head slowly.

"Assalamu'alaikum's chat... What was? Did you find the information I asked for?" Fazila asked and urged his interlocutors to immediately report the findings.

"Wa'alaikumsalam's chat. Patience first. You're in too much of a hurry." Reply to the figure over there.

"You? Are you eating?" Fazila asked because he heard the sound of chewing loud enough.

"Haha!"

Hearing the laughter of his interlocutors made Fazila take the initiative to turn off her phone.

Zii... L like you. Like you so much, if I dare to be honest with Mama and Papa about how I feel about you, maybe now we can be together.

Unfortunately, I dare not ask Mama Morgiana and Papa Ikmal more. They were too kind and I was lucky to be their son even if I wasn't his real son. Fazila recalls his last conversation with Haidar, the adopted son of Aunt Morgiana and Om Ikmal.

Five years of marriage, there is no sign of Aunt Morgiana will be gifted children, amid the downturn of Aunt Morgiana, Om Ikmal brings a solution to adopt children. At that time Haidar was present in their lives and brought happiness, the age of Fazila and Haidar was only one year adrift, they grew into friends and also brothers who loved each other.

As time went on, Haidar's feelings for Fazila were no longer the feelings of a friend or brother, there was a feeling of love that took part in it, for some time Haidar did not even dare to look at Fazila, he said, He decides to become a cop only to protect his beloved cousin, Fazila. When Fazila decided to accept Refal's proposal, Haidar chose to avoid it, and tonight the beautiful man ventured to call, of course Fazila was happy.

"Yes, okay. I'll say, I found the man you were looking for, all this time you didn't realize that your lovable husband hired some Bodyguard to look after you, and during that time there were some thugs who followed your every activity.

You should thank Refal, thanks to his bodyguards, the thugs who were after you couldn't get close to you. Now that that thug is under my supervision, if you want to meet him, you can come to the office. But before that you have to tell Uncle Alan and Aunt Fatimah everything. And most importantly, you have to tell Refal everything so he doesn't misunderstand." Said Haidar explaining at length times wide.

"alright. I'll do it."

"I'll visit your office tomorrow."

After greeting her, Fazila cut off her phone connection with Haidar. Right now he was again standing in front of the Madam God, that face was seen flaunting his annoyance.

"I'm sorry for leaving you. That was my cousin, Abi's brother's son." Fazila explained, but he did not need to explain anything.

"The lady doesn't have to say anything. If the Madam comes to see me just to apologize, I've forgiven the Madam." Said Fazila again, he clasped the hand of the Madam of Gods while smiling faintly.

"You call my husband Om, if you have truly forgiven me, call me Auntie!" Pinta Madam God sincerely.

"Is that hard?"

"If it's hard, then don't do it. You can call me as comfortable as you can, I won't complain."

"No Auntie, Fazila doesn't mind." Fazila said as she advanced her body towards the Madam God, She hugged the middle-aged woman while rubbing her back. That debate is so easy to settle as long as you want it, it won't be as hard to decipher the tangled threads.

Thankfully, Haidar managed to catch the person who always threatened my family. I'll make sure to teach you a lesson you'll never forget. There is no better news than this. Inner Fazila while clenching her hands. He released his embrace from the body of Madam Dewa then walked into the main Mansion of the Vijaya residence.

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