Fazila Titipan From Heaven(2)

First Prayers! (Matthew)

Prayers!

Only that one word was in Matthew's mind, and he wanted to do it once his eyes opened. Unfortunately, he couldn't do it because his mother kept raving about how disapproving she was of seeing Matthew abandoning herself, her family, and her beliefs.

No matter how much anger filled the chest cavity of Madam Deity, this is where she is now, sitting with her husband on the sofa, watching Matthew and Mr. Alan Salat congregate. With Mr. Alan acting as a Priest.

Honestly, the Madam of Gods shuddered at her son and Mr. Alan made movements that he thought looked strange. He stood up, sat down, and sometimes kissed a soft cloth he did not know his name and it was on the floor.

Three rakaat Salat Isya has been reached and there is only one rakaat left until the greeting arrives. Mr. Alan was so solemn with his prayers that he didn't realize Matthew was in excruciating pain. Seeing her son in pain suddenly made Lord and Madame God move from the sofa. Seeing his wife about to scream, Lord God forced to smother his wife's mouth with his hands so that the prayers of his son and Mr. Alan would not be disturbed.

Allahs. Allahs. Allahs.

Allahs. Allahs. Allahs.

Allahs. Allahs. Allahs.

Matthew who is not familiar with the reading in the prayer can only mention one sentence, namely, God. Her tears flowed as she called out that name. His soul seemed to float, his entire body felt like it was on the skewers of thousands of swords, aching. Yes, Matthew was in pain, but he could not complain to anyone, because he knew his pain would erase his past sins.

Allahs. Allahs. Allahs.

That one name Matthew kept saying while following Mr. Alan's final moves.

Assalamu'alaikum Warahmatullah's.

Assalamu'alaikum Warahmatullah's.

"Pa, what's wrong with my son?" Asa started screaming hysterically after Matthew and Mr. Alan turned their heads to the right and left.

Really, the Madam of God is very scared. He thought that he would not see the great surprise created before him.

"Pa, call the doctor. Hicks.Hiks." Madam God hit her husband's chest while sobbing. However, just as the Lord God was about to leave, Matthew restrained his papa by grabbing the wrist of the man he cared about the most.

"Hhhh! No, Pa!" Matthew's breathing sounded heavy, there was a gleam of light on his pale face.

"Don't call the Doctor."

"Really, Matthew doesn't need a doctor, because this is my limit!" Said Matthew while reaching out his hand to reach his mother's fingers.

"Son Mattthew, Abi's gonna call the doctor." Just as Mr. Alan was about to rush out, Matthew quickly held him back from leaving.

"No, Abi. Don'tdon't. I just want to be like this, just for a moment without paying attention to anything." Again Matthew insisted he did not want to call the doctor.

"Abi, thank you for bringing Fazila into this world. I feel happy even though I can't have it. Abi know that I love her so much?"

There was no reply from Mr. Alan other than a slow nod of his head.

"I chose this path because I felt happy. Even if you don't like it, I will continue to live it. I also hope that Mama and Papa will take the same path as the one I took. Although this sounds impossible, but there's no harm in Matthew hoping?" Matthew clasped Mama and Papa's hands very tightly as if this was their separation.

"Mam, once again Matthew apologizes if all this time Matthew always disappoints Mama. Really, Matthew never thought he'd do that." Matthew kissed the back of his hand as he closed his eyes imagining how blessed his life was.

"Pa. Matthew dear Papa. Be a good person even if Matthew is not with you. Because it seems like this is my limit. Hhh!" Matthew bit his lower lip, he felt his whole body crumble.

Hiks.Hiks.Hiks.

"What's wrong with my son?" The Madam God was shouting hysterically.

"Please call the Doctor!" Connect the Madam of Gods again with tears.

"Nope-no. Call the Doctor!" Matthew Kekeh did not want to call a doctor. But Mr. Alan who had seen the condition of concern Matthew immediately rushed to call the Doctor.

"Mr. Pa. Matthew's leaving, someone's waiting for Matthew there!" Appointing Matthew as he stared at the ceiling of his room, he stared with a fluffy smile on his handsome face.

"Don't say that, son. I'm sorry for scolding you, I promise you Mama won't take issue with your beliefs again, but you have to promise you'll be okay." The gaze of the Madam God looked empty, the fear of being left behind by her son just made the Madam God unable to stop her crying.

"Son, you can't leave us. You're the only precious treasure we have." The Lord God who had been silent since then started to open his voice. He was crying but not as hysterical as his wife.

"Mr. In Matthew's drawer, there's a letter to Fazila, please give it to him because I won't be able to do it. This is my last request."

"Hiks.Hiks. No, Son. No!" The Madam of God again cried out hysterically, her legs could not support her weight so that the slender body was directly propped up by the Lord God.

Two minutes later, Mr. Alan, Umm Fatimah, Fatih, Regan, Umang and Doctor Neti entered Matthew's room.

"Let me check it."

Allahs. Allahs. Allahs.

One word came back out of Matthew's mouth, his handsome face smiling again.

"No. Not necessary. All I need now is for Abi to whisper in my ear, teach me back the beautiful words I said this afternoon." Matthew pointed at Mr. Alan, shedding tears.

Indeed, no one dared to make a sound when Mr. Alan led Matthew to utter two sentences of the Creed. Even the Madam God who had been crying hysterically could only grimace without being able to stop her crying.

After reading the Shahada, Matthew's gaze suddenly darkened. He smiled without any burden but his actions frightened everyone. Doctor Neti quickly asked everyone to pull over because he had to take action.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Matthew....!" Doctor Neti's words disappeared in the air. Who was then welcomed back by the roaring cries of Lord and Madam God.

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