Fazila Titipan From Heaven(2)

Closed Color (Fazila)

"Thank you for the warm welcome Mr and Mrs Alan gave. I feel like we don't know each other tonight, but I feel like we've known each other for a long time." Said Mrs Asa while holding the fingers of Ms. Fatimah.

"Mrs Asa doesn't need to call me Madam, I'm less comfortable with that call. Instead, I prefer if Madame Asa calls me with the call of Ummi Fazila alone." Reply Ms. Fatimah while inviting Madam Asa back to sit on the Sofa.

Two minutes later Mr. Alan and Mr. Anton sat down next to their wives.

Serious talk?

Not seen from the four people if they will be involved in serious talks. Even Madam Asa who had looked impatient since then started to feel comfortable. The friendly attitude shown by Mr. Alan and Ms. Fatimah made him feel comfortable.

To Fatimah, the guest is the king. He will not behave arbitrarily no matter how small the possibility.

"Mr Alan, Ummi Fazila, as you know, we came here only to visit and meet Fazila.

I haven't met your daughter but I've fallen in love with her beautiful charm. I feel that the daughter of Mr. Alan and Umm Fazila is the candidate I need for Refal.

I know my son is not perfect. There are many wounds in his heart, but one thing I can assure you and promise to Mr. Alan and Umm Fazila, your daughter will not go to any cage. We'll treat her like our own daughter.

Even if Refal dares to hurt him we alone will be his protector." Madam Asa said at length.

During this time Ms. Fatimah always prayed that her precious daughter get in-laws as well as her parents-in-law, hearing the explanation of Ms. Asa made her feel calm. Really, a calmness felt filled his entire body pores. Unexpectedly, Fatimah walked up to Madam Asa and hugged the middle-aged woman's body. He smiled very broadly in the form of his happiness.

"Ummi sure Ummi agrees with this relationship?" Mr. Alan asked as he clasped his wife's lentic fingers.

"Ummi doesn't have to force himself, if Ummi objected Abi promised not to make this match." Please call Mr. Alan again.

"What Mr. Alan said is true. We don't have to do this matchmaking if Ummi Fazila doesn't agree." This time Mr. Anton spoke up.

"I don't mind this relationship. After seeing the attitude of Mr and Mrs Sekar I am sure your son is also not much different.

The problem is, it's just Fazila! I'm afraid he'll refuse without needing to hear an explanation." Said Ms. Fatimah unraveling her fret.

For a moment Mr. Alan's Mansion's middle room was silent. Not a word came out from the words of the four great parents.

"Ummi Fazila doesn't have to worry about that. I'll take care of it, I'll make sure our two kids are sitting in the undercover either this effort will take one, two, even three years." Babe Asa while clenching her hands, she was very sure things would go smoothly without any obstacles.

Actually deep down, Madam Asa felt deep worry. Why is he worried? Because he was very familiar with the stubbornness of his son, the hard attitude when rejecting women who were present in his life in addition to his deceased fiancee was valuable.

"Mr Alan, forgive my wife. In this case he was in a hurry. I can understand the fret because I also experienced the same thing." Mr. Anton defended his wife.

"Haha. Mr and Mrs Sekar need not say that, my wife also experienced the same thing. It's just that he didn't complain in front of Fazila." Chirping Mr. Alan while chuckling.

"Fazila came out this afternoon, he said there was a problem at his Tahfiz house. Inevitably he had to go there to complete his license. He'll be here any minute. When I called him he said he was on the street." Said Ms. Fatimah while putting the cake given her ART on the table.

"Young Miss, please forgive Rashid. Young Miss may punish him because I know he's a bad boy."

Netra Mr. Alan, Mrs Fatimah, Mr. Anton and Mrs Asa were at the entrance. Hearing the clear voice of a woman, it immediately stole their attention.

"If Miss fired me, I wouldn't have any more contact until I objected because I knew Rashid was so outrageous."

For a moment no sound was heard from the front door.

"Is there a problem? Why does the woman's voice sound so frightened?" Asa wakes up from her sitting position followed by her husband, and also Mr. Alan and Ms. Fatimah.

"It's okay Bi Ajeng. Rashid is just a kid. Bi Ajeng could not scold him. After all, the sweet boy did not do it on purpose.

This dirty shirt can be washed again. But, if Bi Ajeng were to scold the sweet child, it would leave a wound in his heart. Be kind to him, for God loves his servant who is kind to others, especially to his own son." Babe Fazila without realizing all eyes were staring at him with astonished gazes.

Subhanallah... Is this the angel of heaven? His words sounded very soothing, but what was with his face? Madam Asa muttered in her heart, she was very surprised to see Fazila's appearance. The face and dress of this sweet girl in full black color.

"Ckckl... Fazila, son. What's with your face and clothes? Where are you playing?" Fatimah asked as she folded her arms in front of her chest.

"Nnnl..."

"Mrs, forgive me. It's all because of Rashid. The brat accidentally doused the color powder and hit Young Miss. I'm so sorry." Bi Ajeng interrupted Fazila's words.

"Bi Ajeng can go, bathe Rashid. I'm sure the sweet boy must have been very scared because Aunt scolded him earlier. I'm okay." Fazila said again, this time he held the shoulder of ART half his baby. The beautiful face showed off a charming smile, unfortunately the smile was hidden behind the thick color that covered her beautiful face.

"There's a guest? I'm sorry, I can't be here for too long, I have to clean up." Keep Fazila on again.

A second later Fazila walked out of the living room, followed by Fatimah. Indeed, in his heart Mr. Anton and Mrs Asa were very confident in his choice to match up to Refal, who was left to see what kind of facial beauty hidden behind the colors that covered the beautiful face.

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