Fazila Titipan From Heaven(2)

The House of Tahfidz (Part2)

"Can we do this?" Refal asked as he tightened his arms around Fazila's slender waist.

"Do what?"

"Yes, do this!"

"I mean the Governor hugged me? If that is the question then the answer is very simple, Mr. Governor can do whatever the Governor wants. No one will be angry. Including me." Fazila said in a soft voice. Her thin lips carved out a smile, a charming smile.

Refal who heard Fazila's words could only smile faintly. Dadaya pounded very quickly, fortunately Fazila did not say anything.

"I know there's still some awkwardness between the two of us. We're married and I don't know anything about Mr. Governor, except what Mr. Governor told us on the first night of our marriage. As with me, the Governor doesn't know anything about me either.

Let's just say we're still dating, and we'll start things off slowly.

So, the first thing we have to do to get closer, we have to get used to calling names. How's Re-fal?" Fazila pulled away from Refal's burly body, he looked at Refal's face with a difficult look.

Refals!

Fazila could not even mention the name without feeling nervous. How not, he knew Refal for less than three months, and now the beautiful man became his life companion. Everything still feels like a dream.

"Haha. I like that, Miss Fazila. Aah sorryff, I mean Fazila, you can call me any way you want." Refal said as he pinched the nose of Fazila's bangir, as if the cute nose became a new opium for him.

Tok.Tok-sign.Tok.

"Some one's coming!" Say Fazila while tidying up the cloth covering her head. Her pasmina looked messy as Refal kept wiping Fazila's head.

"Lake in." Say Fazila again.

"Sir Zii, someone's looking for Brother Zii. He said from the radio." Maya said as soon as she entered Fazila's room which at once she doubled into her study during her time at Hafidz House.

"Radio's side?" Fazila asked with a astonished face, the look in her eyes radiating that she felt annoyed.

"Tell him, Brother will be here soon. You can go now!" Fazila ruled Maya while patting the girl on the shoulder slowly.

"Radio, what does that mean?" Refal asked while looking at Fazila's annoyed face.

"I always try to fill my time with positive things so that what I do will still be worth worshiping.

Every morning, I go to school and teach until noon. Then there, I busied myself with helping the children memorize the Qur'an.

Later that night, after Isha's prayer, I will leave for the broadcast room. Share what I can share with everyone out there. And to my annoyance with the Radio, they knowingly asked me to take off the Hijab on the grounds that all broadcasters were not allowed to use it.

I was confused myself, why would they bother with my Hijab when I had been with them for a year."

"Is my Fazila upset?" Refal asked as he held onto both shoulders of Fazila. Their gazes met for just a few seconds, and in the next second, Fazila began to duck to divert if she was still very upset if she remembered the Radio Party who was trying arbitrarily.

"Of course I was upset, they asked me to do something he didn't deserve. He dared to ask me to give up my identity as a Muslimah, if only I hadn't tried to hold back my anger at that time, I'm sure I would have broken those annoying people's arms." Fazila grumbled as he clenched his hands together.

"Haha. Turns out my Fazila is very sweet when I'm angry. But sadly..." Refal hung up his sentence, he seemed to be thinking as well.

"Unfortunately what? Let's say!"

My fazila!

Refal did not realize that he was that close, calling Fazila his.

"alright. I'll always smile, but on one condition..." This time it was Fazila's turn to tease Refal with a short speech.

"Whatis that? I mean, what's the condition? Don't be heavy, I'm afraid I won't be able to carry it."

"Haha! Don't look at me like that, I'm afraid I'll fall in love with you." Fazila grinned, teasing Refal. A second later he pinched the nose of Rephal just as Refal had done to him earlier.

Not wanting to get the same reply, Fazila immediately walked quickly towards the door while carrying her smile.

"Wait me! What's wrong with falling in love with your husband?" Chirps Refal with a loud voice, of course, his voice managed to make the person outside the room dumbfounded.

Glekk!

Fazila swallowed the saliva as soon as she closed the door, a dozen of her proteges looked at her with astonished gazes, not least the guests who came from the Radio.

"You guys here?" Fazila asked, but he was very embarrassed. He was very nervous because everyone standing in front of him heard the voice of Rebal very clearly.

"Fazila... Don't try to avoid kuuuu..."

The Duarrrr!

Like being struck by lightning in a hole, Refal's body suddenly stiffened. Just as he was trying to tease Fazila, his shade netra suddenly rounded, he stared at the dozens of people who were looking at him with astonished gazes.

"You guys are here? Are you trying to eavesdrop on my and my wife's conversation?" Refal stared back at everyone.

"Ooo... So you're the one who asked my wife to open her hijab? Get out of here, I won't let my wife live in a place where people don't respect her. You understand?" Refal continued, this time he looked at the two sturdy men standing in front of him.

Fazila could only smile faintly at the words of Refal.

"It has. Don't scare them. They came here with good intentions. Mr. Dilon, Angga. How are you doing? Introduce, he's my husband. He's just kidding." Fazila said as he wrapped his hand around the right arm of Refal.

"Come, we'll talk, right there!" Show Fazila towards the park that he magic like a mini cafe.

"Now say, what is the purpose of Mr. Dilon and Angga coming to this place? As I recall, I never wrote this address on the form." Fazila complained while folding both arms in front of the chest. Remembering Mr. Dilon's words still makes Fazila upset, but as much as possible he is friendly to the guests who come to see him.

"Wasn't he Mr. Refal? Pa-pak Governor? Ja-so now I'm dealing with the Governor's Pa-pak's wife?" Mr. Dilon spoke with his head bowed.

"Already, Sir. Don't divert the conversation. Tell me what you want to say, as you know I'm not the one who's going to waste time on things that don't really matter.

An apology? I didn't expect that from you, and before you apologize, I've forgiven you. All you need to do is no longer say rudely, to me or to other employees. We have heart, we have feelings, we are happy when our hard work is appreciated, and we are sad when others curse us." Fazila Gerrick.

From a distance of ten steps, standing Refal and Angga side by side. If Fazila had not banned him, he would have cursed the tall man with the head of the pellet.

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