Fazila Titipan From Heaven(2)

The Office (Refal)

"Assalamu'alaikum's chat... Mr Rector said you were looking for me? What's up?" Said Fazila after he stood a distance of steps from the position of standing Refal.

For a moment both Refal and Fazila were silent.

For some reason Rehal's lips were tightly closed, but he had many questions in his mind. I don't know where all the questions he went, Rehal who didn't know what to say could only bow down lethargic.

For the first time!

Yes, this is the first time a Governor of the class of Refal who is known to be firm, confident and dedicated must duck in front of his interlocutor.

A minute, two minutes, three minutes even up to the fifth minute Refal was still silent without daring to look at his interlocutor.

"Is there anything important? If there's no I'd better just go." Fazila said because she felt uncomfortable.

"First of all I would like to apologize for unbeknownst to you I have dared to call you the Lioness." Refal said softly as soon as he opened his mouth.

A lioness?

Hearing those two words made Fazila frown, she could not believe the intellectual figure standing in front of her dared to bully her like that behind her. It felt like Fazila wanted to be angry, but even anger would be useless.

"Lioness? I admit you're pretty outrageous, but it's okay I can understand that.

We met in an unusual way, because there was anger in that first meeting." Fazila said softly, his head bowed. He thought it better to take his eyes off than to stare at the beautiful man in front of him too often.

"It." Refal thrusts a flat object that he has wrapped with small plastic.

Netra Fazila was rounded, the gaze that had been pointing to the floor now moved on the handsome face of a handsome Governor, Refal Mahendra Sekar.

"Didn't I say I won't receive a gift from anyone? I think you've forgotten what I said." Babe Fazila while folding both arms in front of the chest.

"I think Miss Fazila's a hot-tempered girl. Nothing yet you're getting angry. It's not mine. My assistant found this when you fell."

"What's this?"

"Look at yourself!" Reply Refal is still in a state of thrusting objects that are in his right hand.

"Po-mobile? When did I drop it? I thought I left it at the office!" Fazila said with round eyes, in disbelief.

"I think this thing fell when you fell. The screen not only scratched, but broke. If you want I can have my assistant fix it."

"No need, Governor, I can do it myself. Thank you." Thank you."

"Alright, since my business is done in this place then I will return to the office. Even if you say you don't want to see me again, I hope we can meet with a different atmosphere." Refal said while thrusting his hand to shake Fazila's hand.

"thank you. And be careful on the road." Reply Fazila while cupping both hands in front of the chest.

Seeing the spontaneous reaction of Fazila made Refal misbehave, the hand that had been stretched out now turned to the head, what else could the handsome Governor do besides misbehaving and scratching his head that did not itch. For the first time in the history of his life there was a woman who dared to refuse his hand.

"Assalamu'alaikum's chat..."

Finally they parted while returning a smile, and walked towards their respective goals.

...***...

Four hours have passed since Refal and Fazila separated. Now Refal is back struggling with the work that is still piling up on his desk. There were no small complaints from his heart and mind because he loved his job so much.

"You can't go in, Mr. Governor is busy. If you want to talk come tomorrow."

Refal stopped his activity while staring intently at the door leaf that was still tightly closed. He believes his assistant is arguing with someone he doesn't know.

"Sir, please let me meet with the Governor. I have a problem to solve with him. I want to demand justice."

Again Rebal could only hear a noise from outside his office. He even heard a sound from a woman.

Is that lousy guy fighting? Why is he fighting with women? Who do they want to meet? I can't even hear his voice clearly. The murmur of Refal in his heart.

A second later he started reaching for the phone near his left hand.

"What's outside? Are you going to make my office a fighting ground? Stop that commotion." Repal snapped from the phone.

"What's outside? Why do I hear people crying?" Refal continued again before he completely closed his call.

"There's a middle-aged woman who wants to see the Governor." Said someone outside of Refal's office in a nervous voice.

"Then what's the problem? Aren't I here? Tell him to come in or I'll come out. Click." Refal disconnects his call, he starts to get upset because his employees dare to prevent his people from meeting him.

Two minutes later a middle-aged woman in shabby clothes entered Refal's office holding a small bag in her left hand. The woman's face looked exhausted. I don't know what Assistant Refal thinks to the point of expelling the middle-aged woman before she even meets the leader.

"Please sit down Mom!" Refal said with a faint smile.

"Tell me whatever I want to say, there's no need to be afraid." Connect Refal again.

"Good afternoon sir. My name is Rada. I came to complain about this." Said the middle-aged woman sitting in the front seat of Refal. The middle-aged woman began to thrust out a palm-sized paper.

"Sir Governor, please check this out. I am among the poor who are included in the list of recipients of aid organized by the government.

Usually every month I always receive help, it has been four months there is no help whatsoever. I just want to know, will a poor person like me not receive any more help? When I asked the officer who usually made the donation, they said the Governor had stopped helping me.

Mr. Governor, I'm just an old woman living with my two grandchildren. Please pity me and do not remove my name from the list of beneficiaries." Said the middle-aged woman while cupping both hands in front of the chest.

For a moment Refal looked at his Assistant with a sharp look. He was really upset to hear the reports of his citizens, not upset at the middle-aged woman, but annoyed to Bima who did not give his report in detail.

"Mother just go home. God willing, I will solve this problem tomorrow. Leave Mom's address to my Assistant, and don't tell anyone anything about our meeting today." Refal said as he got up from his seat of greatness.

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