Fazila Titipan From Heaven(2)

Make Me Power (Fazila)

Where there is love there is life, as opposed to hatred which always leads to destruction. Where there is love there must be happiness, and where there is hatred then there will be darkness that leads to infamy that has no limits. Then do not let your heart be filled with hatred no matter how much suffering comes to say hello.

"You guys are here? Umi thought you guys weren't up because that's why Ummi asked Fatih to call you." Umm Fatimah said as soon as Fazila, Fatih and Refal were in front of him.

"Ummi, didn't Ummi already know that Brother always woke up earlier compared to me? Then why did Ummi send me to call Brother? I was confused as to why I woke up so early!" Said Fatih with a face. While his left hand moved grabbing the food on the table.

Platyakk!

"Aau! Ummi's pain." Fatih flicked his lips while staring at his hand which was patted Rough by Umm Fatimah.

"Haha! Rasain, stubborn shit." Instead of sympathizing, Fazila instead chuckled after mocking her beloved sister.

"Didn't Ummi always say, use your right hand to eat and drink. That simple thing you always forget." Said Umm Fatimah while staring at the face down Fatih. Down full of regrets.

"Sorry Fatih, Ummi. Fatih promised Fatih wouldn't repeat it again."

Refal who saw the warmth of Fazila's small family could only faintly smile. To be honest he did not know why Umm Fatimah brushed off Fatih's hand, but he preferred not to ask anything because he knew he would look stupid in front of his wife's family if he did that.

"Never promise if you can't keep it, Ummi hates hearing false promises. Now tell me, how many times have you promised because of this?" Umm Fatimah asked Fatih while putting a plate filled with food in front of her son.

"Now the ninth promise!" Fatih said regretfully.

"If it is only once or twice, Ummi can conclude as unintentional. But if it's up to many times then the name is no longer accidental but on purpose. To escape guilt you promised Ummi, and the bad thing was just a false promise." Alas Ummi Fatimah again.

"Sorry Ummi." Fatih apologized again, and this is the umpteenth time.

There was no reply from Umm Fatimah other than nodding her head, she stroked Fatih's shoulder affectionately.

"What's this about? Why is everyone silent? Is Refal Naughty at home here?" Mr. Alan asked as soon as he got to the dining table.

"Yes, Bi." Rephal answered with a smile towards his Father-in-law.

"Why was Abi so long? Is there a problem?" This time Fazila who spoke up, staring at the lackluster face of Abinya made Fazila impatiently want to hear the explanation behind that uninspired face.

"No, Honey. It's not a big deal. Only, there was one of Abi's employees who committed the theft. He left his resignation letter and ran away with the money that should have been given to our business partner in Bali.

Matthew's son called and said there was an irregularity in the contract given by his assistant. He said he would return to Jakarta after finishing business in Bali.

This is quite surprising, however Abi can not stay silent. Abi must solve this problem to its roots. Abi hates people that Abi has fed and then bites back." Said Mr. Alan while reaching for the glass of mineral water on his right side.

A second later, everyone seemed silent. Busy eating each other's food, which sounded only the sound of spoons and forks that are mutually unpretentious.

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After breakfast, Refal and Fazila chose to say goodbye to Ummi and Abinya. Usually Fazila will leave the Wijaya Mansion riding his motorcycle matik. But this time it was different, Fazila sat in Refal's car in silent mode.

"Can I ask you a question?" Refal's words break the silence.

"Please!" Reply Fazila briefly.

"Why did Ummi scold Fatih? I can't say anything, 'cause it's the first time I've had breakfast with anyone other than Mama, Papa, and my two sisters." Connect Refal again.

"aaa... About Ummi shaking off Fatih's hand?"

Refal nodded in silence. Fazila's question was simple but it was enough to make her look curious, she wondered why her mother-in-law looked upset.

"Ummi is a gentle woman, she educates us lovingly. Ummi also never forced us to do things we did not want, Ummi never compared us with anyone. Ummi just wants me and Fatih to grow up to be kids who don't cross boundaries." Said Fazila while presenting her beautiful face in her mind.

"Ummi always taught us to do anything without giving up the teachings we had received since we were children. And today..." Fazila's words were stuck in her throat. He looked at Refal with a faint smile. The smile that managed to make Refal hot cold.

"Today Fatih tried to use his left hand to eat, Ummi hated that very much.

Not that Ummi limited our wiggle room. It's just that, as a person who understands what is good and what is bad, Fatih and I know in Islam we are encouraged to eat and drink using the right hand. Satan eats with his left hand and drinks with his left. Ummi just wants us not to do bad things as a habit." Close Fazila explained the simple thing that made Umminya pull over her younger brother's hand.

"Thank you for the explanation, actually I also often use my left hand to Eat and Drink if I am busy.

Yes, I admit it's not every day, which is why I'm a little surprised to see Ummi's reaction." Refal said without removing his gaze from Fazila's pretty face.

"Abi never hesitated to tell Ummi about her work. Because Abi knows Ummi will provide the right solution and also quickly.

During this time Ummi played the role of a wife who was always there for Abi in every way, and I also realized Ummi to be the most basic power for Abi.

If someday Mr. Governor has to choose between me and work, then choose a choice that will not complicate Mr. Governor. I also want to be a strength and not a weakness for the Governor." Fazila said at length, this time he ventured to hold the fingers of Refal, and this was the umpteenth time he touched the man who was now her husband

I hope the Governor is not upset with me. I just want to get used to his presence. Inner Fazila without removing the charming smile from her thin lips.

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