Fazila Titipan From Heaven(2)

Apologize Madame God

The hour hand was 7:30, but there was no sign that Fazila would move from her bed and close the Qur'an in her hand. Not to have a lot of interest for two weeks makes Fazila miss his Qur'an.

The Qur'an that Umm Fatimah gave him since Fazila was a child, and the Qur'an that always accompanied him until he was an adult. Indeed, instead of Fazila being pretentious Shalihah, it is always like that, he will forget his sadness, he will also forget his hunger when his lips begin to chant the love verses that always calm his soul.

Tok.Tok-sign.Tok.

Fazila turned to the source of the voice, and found Umm Fatimah standing there. Fazila's pretty face instantly carved out a smile.

"Can Ummi come in?"

"Why ask? Ummi can come in whenever Ummi wants!" Reply Fazila without removing a beautiful smile from her lips. He closed the Qur'an in his hand and placed it on a nightstand.

"Honey, below are the Lord and Madam of the Gods. They want to meet you!"

"With me? What's up?"

"Come, Son. Ummi also knows less. You can meet him now, and we'll know what they're visiting for." After hearing her words, Fazila tried to get out of bed, then Umm Fatimah helped Fazila sit on a wheelchair. Two weeks lying on the bed made Fazila's body feel tremendous pain, even for walking alone he was still unable to. The best solution he could do was just sit on a wheelchair until his body returned to normal as usual.

Five minutes later Fazila was already in the living room, there were the Lord and Lady of the Gods, accompanied by Mr. Alan. The three of them sounded compact, even the sound of laughter from Lord God shook the middle room, whether the joke what Mr. Alan did to make the two guests who were still covered in grief blushed in shame.

"Am I interrupting?"

"Welcome, Son! You are not bothering us, we are waiting for Your coming!" Said the Madame of God as she walked closer to Fazila. Hugging the young girl in front of him while shedding tears. However hurriedly the God Madam wiped the corner of her eye with her index finger, hoping that no one could read her grief.

"You're using a wheelchair? Is your body still hurting?" This time, Madam God asked as she held Fazila's chin, a beautiful girl whom she had thought of as her own daughter ever since Matthew asked her to accept Mr. Alan's family as his new family.

"I'm doing fine. It's just, I can't walk or stand for too long." Reply Fazila with a smile.

Madam God walked towards the sofa while pushing the Wheelchair from behind. After sitting down, he began to grasp Fazila's fingers. Real tight.

"Auntie doesn't have to apologize. For among us, the words of love and affection are far more beautiful to listen to."

Hearing Fazila's heartfelt words made Madam God let out her warm kiss on the top of Fazila's head. Really, after a long time of knowing Mr. Alan's family, for the first time the Madam of God felt happy.

"Tomorrow Aunt and Om will return to Bali, we will commemorate Matthew's departure by praying together. But before that, Auntie wants to give you this." The Madam of Gods handed the Green-colored envelope to Fazila.

"Tante doesn't know what the letter is about. Clearly, before Matthew left, he had Aunt hand over the letter to you." Clearly Madam God again.

"Can I say something?" Fazila spoke while looking at the faces of Lord and Madam God in turn, then looked at Ummi and Abinya who were sitting on different sofas.

"Tell me, son. No one forbids you." Reply Mr. Alan, while Umm Fatimah is seen nodding her head slowly, supporting her husband's statement.

"I met Matthew!" Fazila said as she closed her eyes, she tried to bring Matthew into her mind, trying to remember their last conversation.

"I mean, I dreamt of meeting him. He is in the best condition that every human being wants. He sends his regards to Om and Aunt, he asks you not to be sad for too long. He also said...."

"He also said Fatih would take care of us like our son, is that true?"

Netra Fazila was perfectly rounded, she could not believe what she had just heard. It was as if the Madam of God was reading her way of mind.

"Is it really like that?" Madam God again threw her question. There was no reply from Fazila other than a slow nod of the head.

"Tante was sure Matthew was actually seeing you, because what was written in the letter he left for Auntie, he told you too." For the umpteenth time Madam God was relieved, her precious son went very far, but she felt that his son had never left her, he instead added his closeness to Mr. Alan's family, the family she disliked since the first time her husband decided to get involved in their business cooperation first.

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