Fazila Titipan From Heaven(2)

Meet Old Friends (Matthew)

Refal's hand was greeted warmly by a helping hand and a charming smile from Fazila, not a word out of their words, but the eyes of the two explained everything. Love, respect, friendship and compassion are all reflected in the timid attitude of both. Neither Refal nor Fazila were seen drifting in their respective feelings.

Just as Fazila stretched out her hand, Rehal swiftly pulled Fazila to the chest of his field. There is no distance between them. Refal and Fazila, they could hear each other's heart beat. In the same room, and only the two.

"Le-let me go! What if Melan comes?" Fazila said in a soft voice, but her chest was pounding very fast, as if her heart was about to jump out.

"Let him come, I don't care. No one will be angry because I'm with my wife right now." Reply to Refal without removing his gaze from Fazila's reddened face.

"Mama will look for me!"

"Mama knows you're with me and she won't be looking for you." Rebal looked for reasons.

"All the guests will complain because I didn't come!" Fazila said again, this time in a soft voice.

"Just let them complain, just look at it later, if they dare to set foot in the Governor's office, I will have my staff have them wait for a whole day as punishment for daring to disturb the Governor and his wife."

Haha!

There was a crisp laugh from Fazila, and the words of Refal seemed to tickle him. How could he think of punishing everyone.

"Stay like this, just for a minute." Refal spoke while sticking his forehead on Fazila's smooth forehead. Her chest buds carved out one name. The most beautiful woman in the world, Meyda Noviana Fazila.

The tops of Refal's nose touched Fazila's nose, their forehead still fused together, their breaths rhythmically in a loving tone.

"Listen. I have to go downstairs." Fazila said as she closed her eyes, she did not want Refal to see her nervous. People said, eyes are like mirrors, every feeling will emanate from them, and Fazila did not want Rebal to read his heart and mind.

"Look into my eyes, you will discover how much I admire you. This admiration brings love, a love that I cannot express even with words." This time Refal cupped Fazila's pretty face with his soft fingers, his warm breath stroked Fazila's pretty face and it made Fazila even more nervous.

Refal stared at Fazila's thin lips without batting an eye, he wanted to touch those soft lips, just as Refal tilted his head to stick his lips on Fazila's lips, all of a sudden...

"Sister... Why old brother... Oops, sorry." Cerocos Melan turned around and closed her eyes with her palm.

Surprised, Refal's reflexes hit Fazila's head quite hard.

"Aauu!" Fazila grimaced as she rubbed her head.

"Can't you knock on the door before you get into someone's room?"

"Mam-sorry Brother. It has become my habit. But don't worry, I won't tell anyone that Brother failed to kiss Sister-in-law." Melan teases her older brother. The flirted refal could only snort in annoyance.

While Fazila? Don't ask her again, she even smiled triumphantly, Melan's arrival had at least saved her from excessive nervousness. The nervousness he had never felt before.

"Sister, I know you want to be alone with Sister-in-law all day. It's just, Mama doesn't know that. He just kept urging me to bring Brother-in-law down immediately.

"Melan, are you my brother or my enemy? Can't you just say that your Sister-in-law has a stomachache?" Refal protested while staring intently at his younger sister. A second later, there was no rebuttal from Refal other than a slow nod of the head.

Seeing Melan carrying Fazila away, Refal could only smile knots. He had no choice but to step foot after the two women he loved so much.

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Balinese.

The evening sky ushered in the arrival of dusk that drowned the Sun, its beauty made itself complacent, looking at the beauty of the sky in Kuta like being in a dream garden full of love. Because the Island of the Gods always brings beautiful stories with endless melodies of love.

There was always a beautiful story written on the pages of his days. Either yesterday, today, or the day after tomorrow if there is still time left.

At the rooftop of the five-star Hotel, Matthew sits down with a cocktail and a cigarette he smoked a minute ago. His gaze was straight ahead, occasionally he stared back. His soul misses someone, but he does not know how to vent the longing that continues to make his soul feel tired. It felt like he wanted to fly and look for the existence of a jelly-eyed Angel who managed to steal his composure, but the mountain of work seemed to be inexhaustible.

"Bli Matthew, someone's looking for you. Said he was a friend of Bli's, now he's waiting at the restaurant." A young man came over while putting down some snacks that Matthew asked to accompany his solitude.

"Friends? Which friend? Didn't you ask him? Many people claim to be my friends. And bad, I don't even know them." Matthew said, his right hand grabbed the Cocktail glass and then sipped half the remaining glass.

"I've never seen him, but the guy said if I mentioned Russia Bli Matthew would know who it was." Said the young man who was still standing in front of Matthew, his name was Abraham, the assistant Matthew had hired two months ago, or rather his Mother's chosen assistant just to spy on him.

"Russia? Are you sure?"

"Yes, Bli Matthew. I'm sure I heard the Russian word from that guy." Abraham answered with his head down.

"Is he still at the restaurant?" Matthew asked with a smile on his face.

"Yes, Bli. Still."

No more questions from Matthew, he turned off his cigarette and then moved to the restaurant on the ground floor.

Five minutes later, Matthew was standing at the Restorant by his Assistant. Her net was staring in all directions, her handsome face re-carving a smile as she stared at a figure she had not seen for a long time.

"Andala..." Matthew called his old friend as he walked over to the table located near the wall.

"Hey... Matthew, have you arrived? Whoa... It's really a big surprise." Andalas said while standing from his sitting position, they hugged each other giving off longing.

"I should have said that you were the one who gave me the big surprise. Why didn't you call me early? If I had known, I could have picked you up at the airport." Matthew patted Andalas's arm while smiling in a knot.

There is a kind of attraction to each other in every friendship, there is no friendship without attraction. That is a bitter truth. Matthew muttered as he looked at the handsome face of his best friend.

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