Fazila Titipan From Heaven(2)

Against Berandal (Fazila)

The atmosphere in the two-story house was quite crowded, in front of the iron gate stood three burly guards in charge of inspecting every invited guest who came. It seemed like those guests were starting to lose their minds, how could they attend such an unequal wedding? Did they get any threats? Or just the opposite they come just to pretend to smile so they can eat for free? I don't know, that's obviously not true.

"May there be a miracle, I will not attend this wedding. But whatever my power, my life is only one. I don't want my not-even-sixty-three-year-old to end up on the other end of these bad guys' guns." Said the middle-aged man who entered with his friend.

"Yes, you're right. They threatened to punch my daughter in the head with his gun if I didn't come. They invite us only to be a shield if this marriage is wrong. I'm just like you, hoping for a miracle."

Hhuuhhhhhhhh!

Fazila who was standing from earlier outside the gate could only snort in annoyance, hearing the words of the two middle-aged men who passed him earlier made his anger even more heightened. His entire body pores were filled with anger. It felt like his chest was burning.

"I can't be here anymore, standing here will only make me more upset." Fazila chirped while walking slowly. Pain in his knee due to being hit earlier made him unable to walk normally. Even though as bad as the conditions were he had to stop the ridiculousness that was inside the two-story house.

"Bismillahirrahmanirrahiim." Fazila then stepped slowly towards the entrance which was still guarded by three sturdy guards.

"Stop, where's your invitation letter? You can't get in if you don't have an invitation letter." Intercept one of the guards, his face looks haunted with a thick mustache that covers his upper lip.

"I'm one of the invited guests in this place, are you guys still going to prevent me from entering? If you don't believe me, call your boss right now." Reply Fazila without fear.

His face explained that he was really upset. Breaking the arms of the three men standing on his left and right side would make no change. He just wanted to stop this marriage then leave quietly.

"Hay Miss, we don't know you. After all, the boss couldn't possibly let you alone if he saw you early. Instead of choosing to be the boss' seventh wife, you better just go." Said the cramp guard. His words were filled with a tone of ridicule.

Cii-hhhh!

Fazila screeched while looking at the man with a sharp look. For now that was all he could do, he did not want to provoke a commotion this quickly.

"I want to get in. Get out of front of me. I have no business with you guys so don't try to prevent me. You gotit?" Fazila said rudely, this time she could not hold back her anger anymore.

As hard as Fazila tried to hold back, still he would be easily provoked emotions for today, because the problem in front of him is not a simple problem that can be solved by talking.

"Haha! Miss, I'm being nice to you because you're a pretty girl. If you're as adorable as this then I have no choice but to make you belong to the three of us." Say one of those guards again.

Hueek!

It felt like Fazila wanted to vomit hearing that remark, now her emotions were really going to explode. I don't know what dream he had last night to hear nonsense.

One woman and three men? That's really disgusting. The woman of God's very perfect creature, supplied with affection when God created it, from her womb out the children who will be the next generation of the nation.

Plakkkkp!

"Don't talk to you if you don't want someone else to skin you alive. How dare you speak nonsense in front of me as if I were a statue that would not respond." Say Fazila with a high tone of voice. His eyes reddened, for the first time he felt this much anger for twenty-seven years of his life.

Hhhhh!

The man who got a hard slap from Fazila spit on the left side, his gums bleeding from a hard slap that Fazila put on his right cheek.

"Wait on! You've dared to be rude to me so now you can't leave so easily." Say one of the three guards again.

Fazila had just passed through the iron gate but his shoulder was suddenly touched from behind.

"Astagfirullah hal adzim. Innalillahi wa inna Ilaihiroji'un." Fazila said, closing her eyes. He quickly grabbed the man's hand from his shoulder then twisted his arm violently.

Debukkk!

Ahhhhhhh!

Fazila slammed the man to the floor, now his sense of hearing is filled with the man's moaning, the groaning from holding the pain. Fazila was sure the man must have broken a bone from the lightning-fast slash he did."

"Based on the Devil, how dare you hurt our comrades! Now feel this!"

The two remaining men now tried to attack Fazila blindly. Kicks, punches, and also swings of sharp objects can not be avoided. Luckily, Fazila has been studying martial arts since she was in elementary school. He even deepened his martial arts while living in the pesantren of his old-fashioned uncle. Facing three men would not be difficult for him as long as he still had the strength to contend.

Debukkk!

"Ahhhh, my back!" Fazila grimaced with pain, one kick that his opponent managed to make him fall down, but he was not a girl who gave up easily. With all his might he tried to get back up. Because the goal is not to give up and then admit defeat without any resistance.

"Hay lady, you fit in the kitchen. Your job is to cut vegetables instead of wandering around in public places. Ahaha!" The man's intimidation made Fazila regain her strength. If he were to lose against the two evil beings that were in front of him at the moment then what about the ones inside?

Bismillahirrahmanirrahiim... O God, you created me, and I stand in your shade. Give me strength to resist evil. If today I lose and cannot save the future of that poor boy, then no one will expect a miracle. Help me, O God, if you don't help me then to whom else will I ask for help? Fazila said in a soft voice. Her tears showed how sincere her request was.

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