Fazila Titipan From Heaven(2)

What a Beautiful Night

Dinner and family gatherings lasted until ten pm, this time Matthew was in charge of delivering his parents to arrive at the hotel safely.

Since leaving the Wijaya Mansion, Matthew has looked uninspired. Even when his Papa asked about the Business he was in, Matthew simply answered as was. Understandably, his heart and mind were unfocused. Heart problems have made the whole day and night fall apart.

"Matthew, Mama wants to talk!"

"Matthew, Mama said Mama wanted to talk."

"Since when have you turned into a dissident child?"

Matthew stopped his footsteps right at the door, turned around and looked at his angry mother.

"Is this how you behave to parents?"

"Why didn't Mama just do it before Mama saw you acting stupid." Omel Madam God while gripping Matthew's arm roughly.

"Have you heard Mama's words? Mama Matthew replied?" This time the Madam God shouted while pushing Matthew's burly body to hit the door.

"Alright, Ma. Matthew's not a kid anymore!" Matthew replies while stomping his feet. He doesn't want to argue.

"Mama doesn't have to act this harshly." Babe Matthew again, not excited. He went back in and sat on the couch. Fortunately, his father had not returned from seeing Mr. Alan's assistant at the restaurant located on the ground floor of the Hotel.

"Aren't you ashamed of your father? Why do you get involved in that stupid feeling that almost leads you into blasphemy. Stop this Matthew, stop it!" The Madam of God came back to shout, this time she pulled the collar of Matthew's shirt, her gaze so sharp that it made Matthew's body tremble. For the first time Matthew saw his mother's anger explode.

"Ma, I can't control my heart with whom she chose to fall in love. I beg you, Ma. Let it be like this, after all Mama already knows as hard as my efforts to reach her heart, it will still be a futile effort. Knowing all this makes me almost crazy." Said Matthew in a soft tone of voice, he was too frustrated to not be able to control himself.

So much love filled his chest cavity, but unfortunately he could not even taste the sweetness of that love. There is too much grief in the story, and badly Matthew still chooses to survive with unrequited love. Sadly, just that one word deserves to describe Matthew's current condition because it's what his life looks like

"The unlucky mom for having such a whiny son like you. There are so many women in the universe and why should she?" The Madam God complained while throwing her body on the sofa.

"Mama's going back to Bali, tomorrow. Mama doesn't care anymore if you want to ruin your life." Madame God moved from her seat, she walked towards the bed and left Matthew with all her immortality.

"Darling..."

Refal clasped Fazila's fingers tightly, which had been twitching his head. Understandably, since they reached the official house, Refal began to complain about his head that hurt.

"Are you not sleepy? It's midnight." Refal's words break the silence. He pulled Fazila and sat the slender body on his lap.

"How can I get sleepy when I find out my soulmate is in pain." Fazila tightened his embrace on Refal's bare chest.

"What's my husband so busy he can't shave?" Fazila gently rubbed her husband's handsome face, her thin lips carving out a smile.

"Sorry, does it look bad?"

"No. I like it." Reply Fazila with a face that still carves a smile.

"Whatever my refal looks like, I'll still fall in love with him. Even my love will continue to flourish not weathered in the eating of the ages." Fazila continued, only poets understand the meaning of love.

"Haha! I'm flattered to hear that. Thank you." Thank you." Refal tightened his embrace. He did not even care about the temperature in his room getting colder. Fazila's close embrace warmed her soul and body.

"thank you? What's for?"

"Everything." Reply to Refal, closing his eyes, he did not want to talk anymore because all he wanted was to enjoy this beautiful night with his Fazilas.

Do I have to ask? What if Fazyakan is offended? I don't want to see him sad. Not being able to see her smile put my life in the dark. Inner Refal while stroking the head of Fazila who was still covered with a head covering cloth.

"Can I ask you a question?" Refal reopened his voice after he thought about it carefully.

Instead of answering Refal's question, Fazila instead tightened his embrace, the sofa he sat on as a witness if he just wanted to spend this beautiful night without saying a word.

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