Fazila Titipan From Heaven(2)

Tahajud Light!

Long discussions conducted at the Wijaya Mansion seized the attention of Fazila. Because, he is the main star of serious talks that are currently underway. Fazila's pretty face was pale because the words he heard from Abinya were too sudden and very surprising.

Two days?

Isn't that too fast and too rushed? What if everything they did in a hurry ended badly from over-exercising themselves? At least that thing that greatly disturbed the inner Fazila, he could not even swallow the mineral water that he had been trying to swallow. It felt as if there was a large stone stuck in his throat.

"What do you think, son? Ummi and Abi also thought all this was too hasty. But, if in view of the figure that came, Little Ummi has no doubt. Ummi believes Nak Refal can be relied on." Ms. Fatimah said after thinking about it carefully. Fazila who was asked was just silent while bowing down.

"Tante agrees with your Ummi opinion, dear. Although Aunty has never met Refal, Auntie believes he is a good man. If he wasn't good, it wouldn't be possible for thousands or even millions of souls to entrust their lives in the leadership of a young Governor of his class." Aunt Sabina gave her opinion, an opinion that she thought was very logical.

"Mama's still surprised to hear your confession, son. However, somehow Mama also agreed with the opinion of Refal." Oma Nani looks at her son, Mr. Alan. With a look of confidence.

"Araf, what do you think? Does Alan have to continue this matchmaking or not? Mama knows this isn't a simple thing to decide all of a sudden." Bu Nani asked her dear son-in-law while looking at her with a question mark. He hoped to hear an answer that would calm his soul.

"Araf also agrees with Mama's opinion. Araf means, Araf agrees that Fazila is with the Governor.

Fatimah has also approved of this relationship since Refal asked for six months. Then, what's the problem with two days if we can do it?

There is nothing less than our Fazila, and he deserves a man as good as Mr. Refal Mahendra Sekar. So with this Araf said, that Araf is very, very supportive of this marriage." Speak with complete confidence.

"Papa agrees, let's do all the prep work." Mr. Otis who is Opa Fazila is now participating in a serious discussion involving his wife and children.

"What else do you think, son? Are you still in doubt? Ummi, Abi, Oma, Opa, Om Araf and your Aunt Sabina, will never plunge you into suffering. We just want you to be happy.

And ummi is very sure that Naughty Refal will not bind you. In a sense, he won't limit your wiggle room. Ummi is sure that even very confident, Nak Rehal will let you continue to teach on campus or teach at Tahfidz's house."

Fazila who became a star tonight is still filled with dilemmas.

Should I agree? Or should I refuse? What if he's a rude man? Inner Fazila while exhaling a rough breath.

Instead of giving the answer to every question that was thrown at him, Fazila instead got up from his sitting position. He woke up and rubbed his face rough.

"Fazila's sorry. Fazila could not say 'Yes' And Fazila could not say 'No'

Like the Governor who asked for time in two days, then now give Fazila time until tomorrow morning. Whatever Fazila's decision is tomorrow, please don't misunderstand. Assalamu'alaikum." Fazila said softly, his head bowed. He really could not look at the faces of all members of his family, it was very scary if Fazila to look at the disappointed faces of Ummi and Abinya.

Fazila stepped out of the middle room. Between fear, sadness, worry and worry. I don't know what else he feels right now, which he clearly is, Meyda Noviana Fazila just wants to be alone, sitting tight and facing her face to the life-giving, God.

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The time is 2:30 when Fazila wakes up from a short sleep. Yes, he slept for no more than an hour. Because his mind just kept spinning around the desire of Refal and his family's approval to get married in two days.

Doubters!

Of course that was what filled Fazila's mind. Even if he wants to refuse, he is powerless. All he can do is to be happy and express all his worries in front of the creator.

O Allah, five hours ago I prayed istiharah. Really, I was in real doubt. I don't know what to say.

O God, I ask you for the right choice with Your knowledge. I plead for your power to resolve my problems.

O Allah, if marrying the Governor is better for my religious affairs and the consequences for me, then ease the way for me.

Fazila sat down with tears. Still facing his face while raising both hands.

O Allah, if marrying the Governor is bad for my religious affairs, and bad for my life, then keep me away from him. Destine goodness for me wherever it may be, then grant me Your willingness. Aami...

"And ask Allah for help with Patience and Salat. Salat is heavy except for those who are solemn. Allah is the Truth with His Word.

Now I feel better, and I feel a calmness filling every pore of my body." Said Fazila while removing the face he was wearing and replacing it with a pasmina that he placed near the Qur'an on his right.

"Where should I start? It's impossible to meet him directly. It's not polite." Fazila was pacing back and forth in his room, after performing the Tahajud Salat now his mind was more open.

"Do I have to ask him to come to the campus, and then we'll talk there? Ahhh, that is also impossible! All the Students, Lecturers and Rectors will start gossiping about us." Chirp Fazila with his hoarse voice.

"Today our family will meet. But before that, I have to talk to the Governor first." Fazila said again. This time he grabbed the phone he put on the nightstand. Write a short message, then send it.

"I have to go."

After putting his prayer equipment in the closet, Fazila now came out of his room, walked up to the stairs and prepared to leave the Wijaya Mansion. The mansion he had occupied since sitting in the third grade of elementary school.

"Miss is awake? Where are you going?" Fazila stopped her footsteps and turned to the kitchen.

"Mbok is here? Mbok is what? Everyone's still sleeping, why is Mbok working so early?" Fazila looked at the middle-aged ART who had already spent half her age in the Wijaya Mansion.

"Mbok just finished Salat, Mbok can not sleep, therefore Mbok kedapur do the job that is still left behind last night. Where are you going?"

"This morning I will teach at the house of Tahfidz. Children need passion so that they love the Qur'an more."

"Is Miss not tired? Mbok believes last night's talk put a strain on Miss. Miss is also not pleased with the Master and Madam. Is Miss angry?"

"Haha! This mbok is funny. Was Fazila ever angry? No, right? Last night Fazila was saying goodbye to Ummi and Abi, Fazila said Fazila would go to Tahfidz's house after the Tahajud Salat.

Most holy of God, now Fazila felt all the burdens as if evaporating. Because the light of Tahajud is now Fazila can make a decision without hesitation." Fazila said with a smile. Her beautiful face showed off calmness.

The middle-aged woman standing in front of Fazila looked astonished. He really could not guess the way his young Miss thought. Asking would be of no use because he had no right to interfere in the private life of his master.

"Mbok, tell Ummi and Abi. Fazila will immediately be in the classroom after teaching at Tahfidz's house. Tell Ummi and Abi to get ready." Say Fazila again.

Fazila left her ART looking puzzled as she did not give any explanation.

Getting ready? Wh-wh-what for? The middle-aged Inner ART was while looking at Fazila who was currently walking towards the exit.

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