Fazila Titipan From Heaven(2)

The Troublemaker?

"Bie... Isn't she?" Rephal's words were stuck in his throat as he stared at the weak figure on the right side of the High Priest Masjit.

Not much different from the conditions with Refal, Mr. Alan was shocked extraordinary. He did not expect this to actually happen in front of him.

Matthews!

Yes, the troublemaker is none other than Matthew. When the worshipers Friday prayers were praying he instead walked past some people until unknowingly his carelessness injured some people. Angry, upset, and wanting to beat the bully figure into a basic desire of everyone, but with a swift attitude the High Priest postponed his prayer, asking the congregation to be calm through the microphone in his grasp, he said, making the atmosphere again conducive and great chaos can be avoided, a second later the High Priest begged mercy on the Power because this chaos occurred unexpectedly.

"Tell me what is your name? And where are you from?" The Imam repeated the same question after the prayer, remembrance and prayer, but unfortunately Matthew was asked speechless. He was too shocked to be able to move his entire body. I don't know what was going through his mind until he was scared? And that provoked the curiosity of Refal and Mr. Alan.

Without a second thought, Mr. Alan walked up to the High Priest with tears that he could not bear. Yes, Mr. Alan was very sad to look at the helpless-looking Matthew, the usually friendly and humorous figure that looked like a withered flower, even worse than that.

"Sheikh, I know this young man. He's the son of my business partner who lives in Bali." Mr. Alan opened his voice as soon as he sat down beside the Imam.

Refal also looks to sigh rough. He did not expect to see this scene, but thirty minutes ago Matthew was fine, even they had a chance to talk and let him meet Fazila.

"Son Matthew, what's wrong with you? You can't be like this! You scared the Father. What would your parents think if they knew you were like this?" Mr. Alan held Matthew then placed the handsome man's head on his lap.

"Nope-no. I don't want to go to the hospital. I want to stay here." Matthew chirped as soon as his eyes opened, for the umpteenth time he shed tears. Tears of sadness and hope.

"A-abi tollong me, Bi. The fire cannot be extinguished. My whole body is burning." Matthew opened his voice again, but this time his voice was a little tight until heard by everyone.

"Miss Fazila waved her hand and moved away from me, and the man in front of the gate did not allow me to enter this place. He said only saints can enter this place, tell me Abi, what's my fault that they won't let me in?" Matthew's cry broke again as his memory of Fazila leaving him felt real. Leaving it in a dream exactly.

Deg.

Mr. Alan was silent, Matthew said like a dagger slicing through his heart. He shed tears while hugging Matthew's weak body.

While Refal? He could only stare at the pitiful figure in front of him. He did not expect so much love to arise in Matthew's heart for his Fazila that it could bring the light of truth to the heart of Matthew Adyamarta. Should Rebal be sad because there is another man who loves his wife sincerely? The answer is no, because he knows he remains the winner.

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