Fazila Titipan From Heaven(2)

Saving Maya (Part2)

Unfortunately it cannot be avoided, however, it is still prejudiced against God, because every thing in your life whether it is restless, anxious and happy, everything is in his grasp.

"Take me off!" Fazila said harshly with both hands tied back. He can't dwell as the thug ties his hand, a knife sticking around Maya's neck to threaten her.

"It turns out you're very brave and adorable. If I see you early, I don't have to bother marrying that crybaby." Show the bride failed it.

"I'll let the boy go if you want to marry me. Is that not a favorable condition? When else can I be nice to someone other than you.

Headman... Prepare for my marriage to this woman, if you fail again this time, I swear on my late grandmother's name, I will give you a painful death."

"Ti-no sir, that ti-da-k can be-ja-di." Said the bully nervously, his face looking pale. Seems like being in this damned house too long makes his wits not work well.

"I'll give you advice! Release my hand and I will forgive you. If I give you a chance, then you throw that chance away, you won't be able to hold back my anger." Fazila said without the slightest fear. He deliberately said that so that the people who were held captive with Maya did not feel fear anymore.

"Haha! You're so funny. Hay Miss sweet, in this place the boss is in charge. Our boss has power." Said a man who sat near Fazila while shouting loudly, he was furious at Fazila's words that did not show the slightest fear, with a furious rage the man pulled the pasmina that Fazila was using until his pen pierced Fazila's neck.

"God..." Rintih Fazila was slow because he endured the pain in his neck.

"Tie off the arm!"

"But boss, what if this lioness comes back. Boss saw what he's capable of, he even knocked out our best guard at the gate." Denied the man who was still sitting next to Fazila.

"He wouldn't dare to do it because his sister's life was in his hands. Don't you see he's in pain? I don't want my future wife scratched one bit."

Hearing the words of the Mafia that was nearby made Fazila want to vomit, dare she think she would marry a girl as graceful, as good as, and as stupid as herself.

Yaah... Unlock my hands, I'll teach you a lesson. You guys are dealing with the wrong guy. Where're they? Why are they so long? Fazila murmured with his anger still rising.

The first thing Fazila did after her hand bond was to fix the safety pin on her headgear. The hijab that Fazila uses is not just a headscarf, it is his identity as a Muslim. And upon Allah's permission the covering of the head was not opened even though the penitent hurt him.

Dorr! Dorr!

The sound of gunfire was heard again, it made some thugs in the living room look panicked.

"That must be them, great!" Fazila said slowly. A second later he stood up and winked at the head and the guests, trying to signal that everything was fine.

"The boss ran, there's a cop in front!"

"What, cops? Where did they come from?"

"We don't know, boss! And I'm sure this lioness is acting." Said a tall man, his lips bleeding.

"You're a tough woman! I'll come back and demand a reply from you." Said the man who became the boss of the mafia. He pointed at Fazila, his gaze sharp, trying to confirm that he would not let go of Fazila easily. A second later he began to run away from his magnificent home.

"You need not worry, your cruel stepmother has been arrested by the police. From today on you will no longer be living in that house. But you're gonna stay in Tahfiz's house the way you want." Fazila said as she stroked Maya's face.

"Miss Fazila, are you hurt? I think I'm asking the wrong thing. Sorry."

"Hay Mr. Haidar, Thank God I am fine. Thank you for coming so quickly, otherwise something bad will definitely happen." Reply Fazila while staring at the young policeman who had become his best friend.

"Something bad has happened, it's talk." Haidar handed his phone to Fazila.

"Where are you? Hurry home! Do you want to see us all gone? Why are you so reckless! If something bad happens to you then I will end my life! Tut.Tut.Tut."

Fazila stood with her body trembling, hearing what someone said across the street frightened her. His face looked pale, because the thing he was most afraid of was hurting his loved ones. And he did that, now.

"Did you call Ummi or Abi?" Fazila asked because he was so panicked.

"I didn't do that, by chance Aunt Fatimah called while I was on my way to this house. Miss Fazila knows for herself, I can't lie in front of Uncle Alan and his wife."

A second later Fazila started stroking his chest, he was very afraid to shadow his facial expression if he saw some parts of his body that were injured.

...***...

The Wijaya Mansion this afternoon was filled with worries from the residents who lived in it. Ever since her precious daughter returned there was no more smile emanating from the middle-aged woman's face. His shady netra started to blush. Her crying began to break when she saw her daughter enter the house with her legs pinching to endure the pain.

"Fazila... Ummi told me not to get involved with the criminal world. You're really naughty, why never follow Ummi's wishes. Do you want to see Ummi gone?"

"Ummi, don't say that!" Abi Fazila interrupted his wife.

"How Ummi didn't say that, Bi. None of our children will listen to our words. The big ones always come home with wounds. And the young are always in trouble with women. Ummi's dizzy, Bi. Ummi's tired."

Hearing his wife's words, Mr. Alan could only hug her, hoping that his wife's worries would evaporate with his heavy gasping and gasping.

"Auntie doesn't have to worry. It should be a happy aunt to have a brave daughter like Fazila. Because of her quick-witted attitude she managed to foil an underage marriage." Said Haidar, the cop who handled the case that Fazila reported.

"What's? Marriage underage?" Netra Ummi Fazila was round in disbelief.

"Yes, Ummi. Marriage of a minor! Ummi remember, Maya? He's a sweet kid, he's only thirteen, but his mean stepmother sold him to thugs. Fazila could not remain silent after learning that injustice had befallen the sweet child.

Fazila, I'm sorry, Mi! Fazila was wrong. Fazila couldn't promise something like this wouldn't happen again. But Fazila can promise, Fazila will be more careful." Fazila chirped while holding both of her ears.

"Miss, doctor Neti has arrived." The middle-aged art came along with a woman who followed in her footsteps from behind. Doctor Neti, Wijaya family doctor.

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