Fazila Titipan From Heaven(2)

Miss Perfect!

"Sir Governor, I know you don't like me. But I beg you very much, let me meet with Miss Fazila. This is the only chance I have." Matthew said as he cupped both hands in front of his chest. His face was creating sadness. Usually he does not like to accept rejection, but this time, he tried to make peace with the situation, especially trying hard to be able to hold his chest. He knew that even though a thousand times Rebal refused, he still had no right to be angry.

"I know I have no right to hope, but this time I really hope you will let me meet him. Really, I would be without remorse if I didn't meet and talk to Miss Fazila." Matthew almost sat down under Refal's feet, quickly holding his arm until the handsome man stood up again.

"I don't know what you want to talk about in front of my unconscious wife. Seeing your efforts in front of me, I'm sure you won't act stupid even if I'm not there as a spy." Refal spoke while staring at the circular watch on his left wrist.

"alright. I'm letting. You can meet him, there's Ummi there, you can say I've allowed you to meet Fazila." Refal said heartily, although he did not like it, he was sure that the man in front of him would not do anything stupid.

Matthew smiled proudly as he recalled his conversation with Refal ten minutes ago. And here he is now, in Fazila's room, shedding tears.

Isn't Matthew too whiny? Why is it so easy to shed tears? It started with waking up, and now she is back with tears. Don't blame him, in his heart there are wounds and many question marks that need answers.

Finally after his attempt to overthrow Refal to be able to get permission from the man to meet Fazila, Matthew could proudly make his determination. One thing that he is grateful for at this time, he is grateful that Umm Fatimah left him in a sukrela. What would happen if Umm Fatimah saw him cry? He really can't imagine that.

"Assalamu'alaikum Miss perfect. How are you today?" Matthew began to open his voice while staring at the pale face of the beautiful hafizah. His eyes were watering again as he realized the beautiful figure in front of him could only remain silent regardless of his words.

"Thank you for being born into this world, and I'm proud to know such a perfect Miss Fazila. Am I overreacting?" Somehow Matthew's handsome face suddenly carved a smile. A happy smile because he could forget his pain.

"You know I love you so much. And I also know my love for you is not just my illusion. Loving you means being happy, loving you means being calm, loving you means getting the truth, and loving you means Heaven.

"Miss is perfect, you know?" Matthew paused his sentence, it felt like he wanted to hold Fazila's fingers and then kiss the woman's forehead in front of him, the woman who always stole the calm of her day and night. As much as Matthew's energy stopped himself from doing that insulting thing. And as bad as Matthew was, he would not do anything that the Angel did not like in his heart.

"It's enough that I express how much I love you, I promise never to say it again. But on one condition..." For a moment, Matthew fell silent. He took a deep breath and then slowly exhaled it from his lips.

"Significantly, you should wake up from your long sleep."

"Yes, I know you look beautiful when you're asleep, but I'm sorry you're prettier when you smile." Matthew laughed as he fixed Fazila's blanket. A second later his face showed sadness. Long enough he was silent. Until finally he decided he would kiss Fazila on the forehead.

Deg.

Matthew stopped his unflattered action as his lips almost touched Fazila's smooth forehead. He vividly remembers how angry Fazila was when he hugged her first, this time Matthew did not want to make the same mistake, a mistake that would tarnish his love.

My perfect miss, I'm leaving, thanks for everything. Really, I will remember you in my memory, I will also ask God that you always be happy. Assalamu'alaikum My perfect miss, take care of yourself. Matthew muttered as he rubbed the corner of his eye with the back of his hand, he left Fazila's hospital room to where he had been since morning.

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