Fazila Titipan From Heaven(2)

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Surprised!

At least just that one word currently filled the chest cavity of Refal. He could not even move his lips just to say hello, greeting Fazila who was currently standing in front of him.

Am I dreaming? How could this Lecturer be in a family gathering? Or was he lost because this was the first time he had entered the VIV space? There is no way a Lecturer like himself can enter this affordable place if only relying on a monthly salary that is not much! Refal muttered in his heart, his head bowed.

To Fazila, everything felt mediocre. He was happy to meet Ummi and Abinya but felt awkward in front of Mr and Mrs Sekar. He had not even seen properly who he was going to meet.

"Son Fazila, Auntie is happy that you came to this place. Auntie thinks you're going to reject our wishes because you're the perfect girl who can get whichever guy you want." Said Madam Asa while cupping the beautiful face of Fazila with both fingers.

Refal who knew who he was going to be in a match suddenly turned into a quiet figure.

"Include me, he's Aunt's son. She's a..."

"Governor!" Fazila continued on unexpectedly.

"Gee... You guys know each other? That's good, that means we as parents no longer need to put in any effort!" Mr. Anton was no less enthusiastic than his wife.

Refal and Fazila!

For a moment they stared at each other because they still could not believe the situation they were in at the moment. If considering how Fazila was furthest into the arms of Refal because of her sister's actions, it felt like Fazila wanted to disappear from everyone's vision, it was really embarrassing until she could not look at Refal's face.

"Refal, do you know Fazila, son? Why don't you ever say anything?" Madam Asa asked, trying to dig up information.

"We met a few times, and in bad shape." Reply Refal honestly, because that is indeed the truth. The first time he met, his service car hit Fazila's two-wheeler, causing Fazila to be injured. In the second meeting, the beautiful girl in front of him instead fell in his arms.

"We eat first, after that we'll talk." Said Mr. Alan while leading Fazila to sit near his Umminya.

No need to wait long, some servants immediately came to bring a special menu that has been requested by Mr. Alan.

Make up thick and dress sexy! Refal felt guilty for saying that in front of Bima. He did not expect to meet Fazila at all, he admitted that the girl sitting in front of him was much different from the figure in his mind. Fazila was wearing a covered dress that only showed her face and palms, her lentic fingers looked very beautiful.

According to Refal, Fazila is like an expensive painting displayed by a famous painter. The beautiful girl did not use thick makeup as predicted, the beautiful face looked plain, her thin lips were natural red. The pink gamis he used looked beautiful on his slim body.

"What about Nak Fazila's work? Is everything going well? If there's any interference, you can ask Refal for help. Don't bother him.

If he won't help you, tell Auntie. Aunty will give him a punishment he will never forget." Say Mrs Asa after putting a spoon and fork on the plate that leaves half the food.

"Mrs Asa need not worry, my Fazila is very independent. He would never ask anyone for help as long as he could still do it. Outside she does look like a spoiled girl who is shopping, when in fact it is not true." Sanjung Bu Fatimah with great pride. Of course she was proud because her daughter was one in a thousand.

Fazila and Refal!

"Fazila, baby. What do you think of Refal? Aunty should know, because Auntie won't force you."

Uhuk.uk.Uhuk.

Fazila choked on the mineral water that was about to enter her nose. Mrs Asa's question seemed sudden, even though she knew it was going to happen.

For a moment the shady netra Fazila and Refal met each other. They seemed to speak from the eyes of each other. Not ready?Wanna refuse? Still need time? At least that was what Fazila could catch from Refal's gaze.

"Stupid?" There is an emphasis in Fazila's speech. For a moment he was silent as he stared one by one at the face sitting in front of him.

"To be honest, I'm still not ready. All this seems very rushed.

More than anyone, I understand perfectly, Ummi, Abi, Om and Aunt Sekar definitely want the best for both of us. I mean, between me and the Governor.

As I lay down my life on the soul-grasping God, I also leave this decision to Ummi and Abi. If they agree then I have no other choice.

But, before that please listen to me first. Please give us some time, I want to get to know the Governor first." Fazila said at length, in fact he only wanted to buy time because he wanted to hear the opinion of Refal about this matchmaking.

For a moment, Refal ventured to look at Fazila's beautiful face, a sense of unease still filling the two. Even Fazila, having ventured to speak, the girl's head was now bowed perfectly. In class, he is very good at talking. But look at him now! She, Meyda Noviana Fazila was just a submissive daughter who would never dare to upset her parents, because she knew, the Ridho of Allah was in the Ridho of her parents.

"Refal agrees with Miss Fazila's opinion. We don't need to rush things, let us get to know each other first." Rephal before his parents changed their minds.

Somehow the feeling of Rebal became unsettled, both his parents and both Fazila's parents were pointing in a whisper.

Three minutes passed but there was no sign that the short discussion was coming to an end.

"alright. If that's your decision, we can't force it. But, remember. You've only had six months. After that there is no more reason. You guys get it." Said Mr. Anton while staring at the faces of his son and future son-in-law in turn.

There was no reply from Fazila and Refal other than a small nod of the head.

"Fazila, baby. Please escort Nak Refal to the front. Soon Azan Magrib will reverberate and we must go home." Fatimah opened her voice again between the silence of the air.

Again there was no reply from Fazila other than a small nod of the head. He stood up from his sitting position then followed by Refal.

"Ma. Pa. Refal's going back to the office. Om, Auntie, thanks for the food." Rephal said as he greeted the four elders whom he greatly respected.

Finally Refal came out of the VIV room with a feeling of relief. Six months? That was enough time to draw up a plan, it turned out that asking for time was not as difficult as he had imagined.

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