Fazila Titipan From Heaven(2)

Want to Meet Fazila (Refal)

The four-wheeled vehicle Bagas was riding like a turtle, slowly, and step by step until it was stuck in a long traffic jam. As far as the eye could see only four-wheeled vehicles snaking along the road.

Matthew who knows the conditions outside can only sigh rough because things like this rarely happen in Bali. There was nothing he could do but play his smartphone just to watch social media.

57.Instagram followers and 52.M follower Twitter's. It will not be difficult to find information about Matthew Adyamarta because his name is quite well known in the business world. He is still young but his dedication in developing the Adyamarta family business need not be doubted anymore. In fact, not infrequently he always shares daily activities in his social media, ranging from sleeping, breakfast, activities in the office to when he was diving with small fish on the ocean floor. The thing he likes the most is when conquering the waves, surfing became the best choice that he liked the most to lift tired after a day of work in the office.

Tired of playing with his smart phone Matthew now grabbed the newspaper in front of him.

"It's a newspaper a week ago, did you guys like to keep old papers? Where's this morning's paper?" Matthew asked while folding the newspaper he had considered a publication a week ago.

"The latest paper is in the third row sir." Answer Bagas without looking back. Understandably, driving made him unable to stare at the handsome young master sitting behind him.

"Can I ask you?" Matthew reopened his voice.

"Please, Sir."

"Why don't you throw away this old paper, Mr Alan will scold you for still keeping trash from a week ago?"

"Mr Alan is a very good man. As long as I worked for him, I never saw him angry.

Regarding the paper, Mr. Alan himself put it there. He ordered that there be no need to throw away the paper, for news of his daughter's bravery was loaded there."

"News about her daughter?" Matthew fixed his sitting position, he frowned in disbelief at what he heard.

"Is Mr Alan's daughter a celebrity? If that is true, he does not need to keep old newspapers, because the media always publishes the same news every day. Wouldn't it be a problem when Mr Alan had to put together all the papers covering all his daughter's daily activities?" Matthew asked again because he did not believe what he was hearing.

"No Sir. I mean, Mr. Alan's daughter is not a celebrity. Young miss doesn't even use any social media." Timpal Bagas with a smile facing forward. Bagas was even very presumptuous for daring to present a face as beautiful as the full moon that belonged to his young Miss in his mind.

"I don't believe you! How is it possible in today's modern age there are people who do not use social media.

Maybe he was just pretending. I know a lot of people like that. In front of both parents they behave like birds without wings, but when away from their parents they are like pigeons that fly freely without direction and purpose." Timpal Matthew in a firm tone of voice, he just wanted to break the opinion of Bagas who he thought did not have a strong foundation.

Girls today are really unbelievable. Every day they even stick to me like I'm a sweet candy they want to suck all day. Just imagining that makes me shiver. Matthew muttered in his heart.

Instead of reaching Matthew's words firmly, Bagas even giggled on the sidelines of his busy driving a car. For Bagas, this was the first time he had heard a joke that made him laugh at work.

"Haha. Sir, you're telling a very wonderful joke. I couldn't help but laugh. Sorry." Say Bagas after he can control himself.

"No, Mister. I know sir's not kidding. It's just that not all girls are the same as you think. For example, my Miss." Answer Bagas with a convincing tone of voice.

"My lady is as pure as a spring, her words are always right and her actions never harm others.

If you think all the women are clinging to you like ants swarming with sugar, then I say the woman you met at the night club, or the woman you meet on the beach in a bikini is clearly different from the girl you met accidentally at the Mosque.

Even if you spend your whole life looking for a lady of my class in a nightclub, then I say you'll never find her. Because he's only using his time for valuable things." Connect Bagas while staring intently towards the front. The car he was driving in was no longer stuck in traffic, so he could not look at Matthew's serious face when he told him about the figure he respected so much.

Bagas said as if he was looking for it because he often spent his free time in the nightclub. Of course Matthew did not easily believe the words of the young driver who was talking in the steering wheel, for him it sounded like a joke.

"Yes... All right, just flatter your lady. No matter how much you flatter your Miss, then as powerful as that I will ignore your words. You say that because you don't know what it's like to spend a beautiful night and dance with a sexy girl all night." Matthew said as he unfolded the newspaper in his right hand.

Meyda Noviana Fazila's.

Glekkk!

Matthew immediately swallowed the saliva as soon as he read the name written on the newspaper in his hand. There were no photos in the paper, but the name he read attracted his attention.

...***...

The atmosphere in the campus hall was really pleasant, the Governor who Fazila thought the jutek turned out to be very humorous. All seminar participants consisting of Students, Lecturers, Professors and several Journalists from different television stations seemed to dissolve in joyous nuances.

Refal's class figure will not be able to escape from the media spotlight, either from the front or from behind the Journalists still follow his steps. They will be present like a shadow that cannot be separated.

As planned, Refal will be on campus as an invited guest for no more than fifteen minutes. Now even fifteen minutes were not over but he was already preparing to leave.

"Sir Governor, thank you for coming. Today we are very happy, because the arrival of our campus Father got so many benefits." Said the middle-aged Rector standing in front of Refal. His face showed a smile.

"The Rector does not need to thank me, it has become my duty to fulfill the invitation as long as it does not interfere with my work in the government office.

If I may, can I talk to Fazila's mother for a second?" Refal asked in a voice well enough to make the middle-aged Rector unable to refuse his request.

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