Fazila Titipan From Heaven(2)

The threat?

After finishing breakfast, Refal and Fazila rushed towards the Wijaya Mansion. It was their promise, the promise to leave with Umm Fatimah to the Hotel where the Reception is tonight.

"How are you feeling? I mean, are you still tense when dealing with Abi?" Fazila asked as she touched the arm of Refal who was currently busy driving.

For a moment, Refal fell silent while thinking about Fazila's short question. Yes, all this time he was nervous when dealing with his father-in-law. Understandably, he had a thousand reasons to feel tense even though he had not made any mistakes.

"I think my father-in-law is full of charisma. I feel proud of him too. And what makes me respect him even more, he's a successful man for being able to educate a daughter as great as my Fazila." Refal replied with a smile looking at Fazila who was currently sitting next to him. He kissed the back of Fazila's hand but his eyes stared intently ahead.

"We're up." Refal continued again as soon as his car stopped in front of Wijaya Mansion.

"Good morning, sir. Good morning Miss." A guard greeted Refal and Fazila with a smile as soon as the fence started to open wide.

"Good morning, sir. How are you?"

"Good, Non."

"Mr alone? Where's the other guard?"

"There it is, Non. He said he wanted breakfast. For that matter, we take turns."

"Yes, we're in first." Say Fazila again. A second later the car that Refal was driving entered the spacious courtyard of the Wijaya Mansion. From inside his car, Refal could see the three younger brothers Fazila was playing basketball.

"Sir, Zii. Is the brother here?"

Platyakk!

Fazila had not had time to answer Umang's question, one flick landed right on the top of Umang's head. Who else would dare to do that other than that prankster Fatih? Yes, only Fatih dared to do that because compared to Umang and Regan, Fatih's age is a year bigger. In the past, when the three were small they really could not be separated because that is why Fatih chose to wait for Umang and Regan to enter the same school. And look at it now? Even though they were different in age, they were always together as if they were born from the same womb.

"Of course Brother Zii is here, this is his home! Basic suck!" Babe Fatih played the basketball in his right hand.

"What makes me wonder, why do you always stay here? Are Om Araf and Aunt Bi not angry?" This time Fatih threw the basketball in his hand towards Regan which was then responded by Refal.

"Why do you always bother him? He's my favorite brother!" Fazila reached out to Fatih's ear slowly. Every time he met his three younger brothers, Fazila always got carried away and followed him into a fierce brother, Fazila, and he never acted rudely to anyone but the one who had evil intentions towards him.

"Why did Brother move bow? Actually, between the three of us, whose sister is more dear to whom?"

"Those three of you are more dear..." Fazila's words were stuck in her throat while pointing at her three sisters in turn.

Fazila.

"Sister is more fond of the Governor. Hehe!" Fazila left her three sisters with her laughter.

While Refal? His handsome face looks red. He looked like a teenager who had just learned love. It's weird, but that's what happened.

Plastik.Playak.Pelayak.

Refal played the Basketball he had in his hand, he could not even stop smiling.

"Sister cheated. Why is it so easy to change course." This time Umang who spoke up, he looked disappointed at the back of his sister who was getting away. There was no reply from Fazila other than a wave of signs that he would enter to meet Ummi and Abinya.

"Forget your brother's ucapak! You know, don't you think your brother is flirting with you?"

"of course! Because no one knows Brother Zii more than the three of us." Regan's reply preceded his two brothers.

"Let's play." Refal spoke while throwing a basketball at Fatih who was standing next to Regan.

"Unfortunately, are you not sane? If Brother Zii finds out you said bet's up!"

"Regan. It's between men. If anyone complains to Brother Zii, she is a girl. I'm not going to commit suicide." Reply Umang sok does not care.

"Okay. Deal. We bet. If Big Brother wins then we promise to tell you one secret of Kak Fazila." This time Fatih spoke up.

"Yes, that sounds good." Refal said as he reached out to shake the hands of his three brothers-in-law.

"As a bet, what would Big Brother give us if we won?" Fatih shook Refal's hand back, he asked but one hand he put on Umang's stocky shoulder.

"If you win Big Brother promises to add your pocket money. Double." Reply with full emphasis.

"Okay. We agree."

Now Fazila's three sisters are fighting against Refal alone.

Meanwhile, in a different place, Ms. Fatimah was busy packing some valuables and stuffing them in a suitcase. His face carved a smile yet his heart felt void.

"Ummi, please get Abi the important file on the nightstand. Abi needs it." Said Mr. Alan without taking his eyes off the Laptop on the table.

"Ummi, please, Abi needs her the most." Said Mr. Alan again, whether work as important as what makes his concentration diverted from the sad face of his wife, and this for the first time.

"Ommy tolllll..." Mr. Alan's words were stuck in his throat as soon as he saw his wife was no longer focused.

"Ummi, what's wrong? Did Abi make a mistake? Please say!" Said Mr. Alan again, this time he walked up to Ms. Fatimah and sat down beside his wife while holding her shoulder.

"It's okay, Bi."

"It's okay, what? Look at Ummi's face, Ummi looks worried."

Long enough, Fatimah was silent. While Mr Alan? He did not want to press his wife.

"Hm!" The sound of rough breathing sounds of Fatimah, signifying how much this worry is bothering her.

"Bie... Ummi is happy, very happy because our daughter has married and tonight is a special night. It's just..." Again Ms. Fatimah suppressed her feelings, she did not even dare to look at Mr. Alan's face.

"Say Ummi, what's wrong?"

"Ummi's so scared, Bi. Ummm afraid this happiness will leave us."

"What does Ummi mean?" Mr. Alan asked as he shifted the luggage that was nearby.

"Ummi was so afraid that Fazila's childhood bad memories were present again."

"I mean Ummi?" This time Mr. Alan was completely confused.

"That guy came again, Bi. He's coming!" The tears of Fatimah immediately spilled.

"Yes, what Abi thought was true. That guy came again. This time he did the same." Ms. Fatimah offered a piece of paper written in red ink. Fazila who had been standing before the door could only endure the cries of hearing her parents speak in a high-level tone of worry.

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