Fazila Titipan From Heaven(2)

The Tahfiz House

"Thank you for taking me. The Governor said we're going to Mama's house this afternoon, right? Isha Allah I am ready after the Asar Prayer." Fazila said as soon as he got off the official car that was driven by Bima.

"What's wrong? Why did the Governor come down?" Fazila asked in a soft voice, his forehead wrinkled, he was astonished to see Refal following him down from the car and leaving Bima in his service car

"So this is the House of Tahfiz where Miss Fazila taught the Qur'an? The place looks comfortable. Do the kids live here? Tell me, what do you need, Bima will bring it this afternoon."

"Yes, this is indeed the house of Tahfiz where I teach the Qur'an. And I spend more time in this place." Reply Fazila briefly, he was still confused why Refal followed him into the courtyard of Tahfiz House instead of the office with his Assistant.

"And one more thing, we don't need anything. Everything is already in the house of Tahfiz, children only need a strong determination to be able to become a Qur'an memorizer. I don't want to be the wife of a Governor, and I'm going to ask you everything. I still have my limits.

But, don't worry. At the right time, I will definitely blackmail you.

Haha. Pardon me! I'm just kidding!" Chirping Fazila on the sidelines of his laughter, he chuckled without taking his gaze off the astonished face of Refal.

"It's okay. Miss Fazila can blackmail me. I don't mind if a woman as beautiful as Miss Fazila does." Guyon Refal pinches Fazila's nose without guilt.

"Don't look at me like that! Miss Fazila's gaze pierced through my heart. What if my heart jumps out? Is Miss Fazila going to take responsibility?" Guyon Refal again, this time he blinked his right eye trying to tease Fazila.

The seduced Fazila could only smile faintly.

"Gombal." Fazila's chirps while removing Refal's fingers from his nose, he was actually embarrassed.

"Is Miss Fazila embarrassed? And one more thing, I'm beating my own wife, is anyone angry? If there is, tell me. I'm gonna break his arm." Again, Refal tried to tempt Fazila.

"Yes, okay. No one would dare to scold a Governor while flirting with his wife. Now the question is, why are you still here while your assistant is waiting with anxious feelings there?"

"I just want to see how my wife educates other people's children, so that I know how to educate our children later. Can I do that?" Reply to Refal with a faint smile, he sped up his footsteps so that Fazila would not ask for anything.

While Fazila? Don't ask her again. Her beautiful face looks red because for the first time in life there are people who dare to be sombre to her.

Inside Tahfiz's house, Maya sits with two girls who are two years younger than her. Sometimes they talk about how much their Qur'an has memorized, and sometimes they also discuss how much their Hadith has memorized since living in the house of Tahfiz headed by Meyda Noviana Fazila.

"Mak Maya sure Kak Zii is married?"

"Yes, of course. Elen said it."

"What if Elen's sister lies? Usually Brother Elen often jokes, I myself do not know when Brother Elen is honest and when Brother Elen jokes."

"Huss! Indiscriminate you. How dare you say Brother Elen is joking. Things this big can't be made a joke. Look at this." Maya showed evidence that would strengthen her speech.

"Gee... So is Brother Zii really married? I'm happy, very happy. May Brother Zii also be happy." Say one of the girls with teary eyes.

"Suami Kak Zii is very handsome, I am also willing to be made the second one to get it." Guyon Maya is still staring at the portrait on her smartphone.

"Are you willing to be second? Too bad, your brother won't let me be polygamous." Said Refal who had heard the conversation of the three girls in front of him.

"So you're here and you're talking about me? Whoa... I didn't expect to hear you guys talk and want to be my rival. What was my dream last night?" This time it was Fazila who spoke up, his gaze straight ahead. His face shows sadness. Actually he tried to hold back laughter, hearing the words of his students made him feel amused.

"A-A-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-n-a't here? When is Brother da-coming?" Maya said nervously, she was the one who was the most regretful.

"mmm... When will I come?" Fazila pretended to be thinking seriously, while Refal who was standing to his left was seen holding back a laugh.

"I've come since you guys talked about me. Meet, he's Brother's husband." Chirpy Fazila while staring at the regretful faces of the three girls who were in front of her.

"I'm sorry I was just kidding." Maya.

"It's okay, I like your jokes. Let's go in before your brother turns into a scary Lion." Refal said as he stared at Fazila's laughing face. He pulled the arms of the three girls then walked away from Fazila with a charming smile.

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"So Miss Fazila slept here?" Refal asked while observing Fazila's personal space. There are no luxury items inside, only a small closet filled with hundreds of Arabic books. There are also dozens of translated Qur'an in which there is an Asbabun Nuzul in the Quran.

Verily, to the sorrow of Rephal, he saw Fazila's bed, there was no soft bed there, there are only two bright carpets with the image of the King's daughter and two pillows with a roll. Without thinking, Refal tried to lie there. Not Comfortable! That was his first impression.

"Yes, I sleep here. I can say that I spend more time in this place. Teaching the Qur'an and helping children memorize it is the best thing I can do.

Maybe the Governor thought, why would I want to do this while I have the perfect life like the King's daughter? The answer is simple, I want to be the one who can give color in the lives of others.

Yes, I admit I can't change the world. At least I've tried to change the lives of the children in this place, most of the children who live in this place are street children who are forced to live the rigors of life, he said, begging along the way.

Can you imagine how hard those kids' lives are out there? With all my might I drew them in this circle.

And behold! They all enjoyed their time. Reading the Qur'an, memorizing and practicing its contents, that is what I taught them. I happy. Very happy when I do." Fazila said at length.

The Rephal who heard Fazila's words could only nod his head slowly, slowly inching closer to Fazila who was not too far away from him. He held onto Fazila's shoulder, his eyes as if explaining 'I'm proud of you and I'm grateful to get you' Refal wanted to say that but his lips felt heavy, not knowing what he was thinking to the point of drowning Fazila's head in the chest of his field, for a moment they did not talk to each other, only a happy feeling that currently represented his soul.

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