Fazila Titipan From Heaven(2)

I Love You

Madam, nothing happened. Mr. Governor just whispered that he wanted to sing a love song for Madam.

Piss off!

Only that one word now filled the chest cavity of Refal. He was very upset to remember saying Bima half an hour ago. Had Rebal been able to repeat time, he would not have let Bima say a speech he could not do in front of Fazila.

"Darling, I love you so much. Forever!"

"Don't say that in front of me. Just as this body can turn aging love can wither over time."

"Not going to."

"Sir Governor, congratulations."

Refal flinched, He smiled as he looked at the face of the middle-aged man he knew as the Mayor. His daydreams about Hilya seemed to evaporate. Should he be happy because Mr. Mayor broke his daydream about Hilya? Or should he thank her for awakening that there is only Fazila now? Somehow her memory of Hilya just rose. It felt like Rehal wanted to curse himself because he was so weak when it came to his past.

"Thank you, sir." Short Refal reply.

Five minutes later, Refal sat back in his chair, staring at Fazila's tired face as they had been sitting or standing for three hours, greeting the invited guests.

"You know, right? I like it best when I see you singing love songs to me?"

Refal nodded his head.

"You have to watch in front of me?"

"Promise? What's For?" Refal again asked, his forehead wrinkled, indicating he was not very familiar with the words of the beautiful girl sitting in front of him.

"You have to promise, you can't sing to anyone but me. I don't want that to happen, because to me you're mine and everything in you is my right, not another woman's right. Even if I'm gone, I'll come back and see you from Heaven, I'll see if you're loyal to me or not?"

Glekk!

Refal swallowed the salivary violently, considering his brief conversation with Hilya made him break out in a cold sweat.

A milkyo? I'd like to break both of your arms. You could have put me in such a difficult position. Refal grumbled in his heart while staring at Fazila's smiling face.

"Good night everyone.... I know you are happy now. But, tonight I intend to add to your happiness." Bima said confidently, he looked at the invited guest but his hand patted the shoulder of the host standing nearby.

"Aren't you wondering what news I'm bringing?" Bima re-opened her voice and was greeted by everyone's astonished face.

"Ooh... Pardon me! I talk too much, we haven't even met. Alright everyone.... My Name is Bima. Milky. I'm an assistant to our Star tonight. Or rather I am Assistant to Mr. Governor Refal Mahendra Shekar.

Before I say what I want to say, I want to hear the standing ovation of all the people in this happy place." Bima said with full spirit.

Prok.prok.Sprok.

Without waiting any longer everyone clapped their hands happily. They're like buffalo that fit his nose. Bima asked him to clap their hands instead followed him willingly. Seeing all this made Refal goosebumps.

"Tonight... The Governor will sing a love song only for his soul mate, Mrs Meyda Noviana Fazila.

Congratulations Madam, finally thanks to you we can hear the golden voice of Mr. Governor again." Bima looks enthusiastic, I don't know what he thought until he dared to prank Refal.

The thing that Rehal hated the most was singing. But this time his assistant actually worked on it in such a way. If Refal was asked what punishment would he give to avenge his Assistant? So the answer he himself is thinking about it, thinking about the worst punishment he can give to the Bima sucker who has dared to disturb his happy time.

Just hang. I will definitely give you a surprise that you will never be able to forget for the rest of your life. Inner Refal while smiling cunningly towards Bima.

Without lingering, Refal immediately walked towards Bima and took the Microphone from his Assistant's hand. He smiled but not with his heart.

I promised I would never sing again without Hilya by my side. But, at the moment? I was cornered, I felt as if I was on a battlefield that required me to accept this situation even though I didn't like it. Refal muttered again in his heart, this time he looked at the smiling face of Fazila who was currently sitting in the chair, alone.

"Say people, love comes from the eyes and then down to the heart. But I'm not like that. My love for the woman who sits there..." Refal looked back at Fazila's smiling face while pointing at him.

"My love for that woman is bigger than I thought. Tonight, I'll say it.

I don't like to sing and I've long since abandoned that activity. But, without my permission, my assistant told me I'd sing.

My fazila...! Although I don't like singing, but for your sake I'll do everything. For today and forever I will always submit under the influence of my love. A love I cannot measure its depth." Refal said while smiling, certainly not a forced smile. There was a speck of sadness in his heart from the memory of Hilya, a bad memory because the girl had not received justice after so many years of her disappearance.

A second later the melodious music began to accompany the soft voice of Refal.

From my youngest years till this moment here. I've never seen such a lovely queen. From the skies above to the deepest love. I've never felt crazy like this before.

Paint my love, you should paint my love. It's the picture of a thousand sunsets. It's the freedom of a thousand doves Baby you should paint my love.

For a moment, Refal stared at the faces of everyone in front of him and then turned to look at the beautiful face of his wife who looked like the King's daughter.

Fazila waved his hand at Refal, from the look on her beautiful face, Refal could read that his wife was very fascinated and happy with what she was currently doing.

Been around the world, then I meet you girl, it's like coming home to a place. Pain't my love, you should paint my love. It's the picture of a thousand sunsets.

It's the freedom of a thousand doves. Baby you should paint my love. Since you came into my life, the days before, all to black and white.

Since you came into my life, everything has changed. Paint my love, you should paint my love.

Refal's melodious voice was still heard, his soft voice stroking softly the bottom of Fazila's deepest heart. The beautiful song that was an overflow from the heart of Refal really managed to make Fazila's love bigger and bigger for her husband Refal Mahendra Shekar.

Thanks for everything. I Love You my handsome Governor. Inner Fazila while clapping.

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NB: Yeay, after 3 days off, finally Update also 😅. Thank you to those who are still waiting faithfully. Kiss and hug a lot for you. 😚🤗