Fazila Titipan From Heaven(2)

Want Praying!

Matthew's room was quiet, both Mr. Alan, Umm Fatimah, Lord and Madam God, they preferred to be silent after hearing Matthew reveal his heart.

Really, the Madam of God still disliked the decision of her son. He wanted to pull Matthew and take him back by force to the Island of the Gods. Gathering with the Wijaya family made her son lost his direction and lost control, so the Lord Mistress thought.

"Ma. Pa. I'm very happy. Honestly, I've never felt this much happiness before. Look at my face!" Matthew looked at his mother's netra, there was a flash of anger there, anger that wanted to be spewed out immediately.

Disappointment emanated clearly on the face of the Madam God. Every now and then, his lips even seemed to move, not knowing what he was currently doing in his heart.

"Ummi Fatimah and Abi Alan are good people, Mama and Papa don't need a hundred friends if you have people as good as Ummi and Abi in your life. I beg you, Ma. Don't blame them!" Said Matthew with pain that rained down on his heart, even his breath felt tight making Madame God cry hysterically to call the doctor.

"Don't, Mam. Don't call the doctor, I'm fine." I'm Matthew with all the energy he's got. The look in his eyes was sad, but his thin lips told him he was fine, it was visible from his sweet smile. A smile that he had never escaped his lips since he woke up and opened his eyes.

"Do you want Mama to die? How come Mama didn't call the doctor if you were just like this. You look like an undead, what teachings do you accept? In just a matter of hours you look like a pathetic man!" The touch of the Madam God while holding back her cries.

"Mam, really, I'm so happy, even if I don't know where to live." Matthew looked back at his mother's angry face with tears.

Neither Mr. Alan, Ummi Fatimah or Mr. God could only look at each other, hearing the debate between the mother and child made them unable to speak out for fear that the situation was getting worse.

"At this time I don't need a Doctor, I just want to pray." Celoteh Matthew held back his cries.

"Abi, I want to pray. Can Abi help me? This will be my first prayer, please lead me!"

Mr. Alan who had been silent since walked slowly closer to Matthew's body which was currently stretched out on the patient's bed, the pale face grew pale as if there was no blood, which astonished Mr. Alan, Matthew did not want to let go of his smile as if he was looking at something beautiful.

Mr. Alan was sheltering, and somehow he smelled a very fragrant scent like the scent of millions of flowers blooming simultaneously.

Is this....? Subhanallah! Mr. Alan muttered in his heart as he rushed to help Matthew sit up, propped his head up with a pillow, then helped Matthew get up to the bathroom so that the handsome man could take Whudu.

Hiks.Hiks.Hiks.

"What's wrong with my son? Why do I have to live to see this sight!" The cry of the God Mistress further broke, she was completely unwilling to look at her son who had already left the teachings of her ancestors.

But unlike Ummi Fatimah, he was very proud of Matthew because the young man was firm in his stance to keep believing what was his choice, even though his mother had continued to curse with words, since then, actions or gestures of his body.

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