Fazila Titipan From Heaven(2)

The Radio Station (Fazila)

"Who's this lousy guy? How dare he approach my Fazila? Does he have no self-respect?" Gerrutu Refal while staring at the screen of his phone, he looks upset and it makes Bima want to laugh loosely.

Had Refal looked at Bima's face, he would have cursed his useless Assistant. How dare he want to laugh when his Master is seen burning in the flames of jealousy.

"Give me complete information about this lousy. Looking at her movements, I'm sure she looked at Fazila Ku with a different look." Babe Refal again, He stared intently at the cellphone in his grasp. His chest was rumbling but with all his might He tried hard to hold back his anger.

"Ready, sir."

"Listen to Bima, this time I don't want to hear any excuses. Information about this fool should be on my desk in less than twenty-four hours. If not..." Refal hung his sentence, He looked at Bima with a sharp gaze, his eyes began to turn red and his hands did not stay still. At times Rebal kicked down his desk and at other times he also clenched his hands.

I think you're jealous. A jealous man is like a wounded lion. Rejecting his words could have been disastrous. Especially me. The inner Milky Way while scratching its non-itchy head.

"Why are you smiling? Are you mocking me? Do you want a mutation? Basic suck!" Refal got up from his big chair, he walked towards the bathroom. Hoping that by washing his face all anger would evaporate into space. At least that's what Rehal thought.

Imagining Bidawari in approaching someone makes him feel unsettled. It was so frustrating that Rebal wanted to overturn the world of the brash young man whom He still did not know his identity.

Meanwhile in a different place, sat Matthew with a happy feeling. His chest was still pounding very hard. Matthew felt his chest, his face still showing a smile, a smile that was still expanding on his handsome face.

"Oh My God's... Is my heart still in its place? Am I really the same Matthew, Matthew who always ignores women other than Kadek?

God, Jesus, Buddha, God... Or whoever the name of God is in the universe. All this time I did not believe in Your existence. I think you're very close to me because that's why you're meeting me with that girl." Said Matthew in a soft tone of voice, He pinched his arm to make himself aware that this was not just a dream.

"Acqueen!" Matthew grimaced, He endured the pain in his arm, but in the next second He began to laugh like an insane person.

"Yuhhuu... It turns out that none of this was a dream. I'm happyaaaaaa." Matthew shouting.

Debukkk!

Matthew began to throw his tall body on the soft bed of the Apartment that Mr. Alan had prepared during his stay in the Capital.

"Basic stupid! Basic sucks. Silly." Matthew cursed himself while grabbing his black hair.

"Why did I forget the most important thing. Should I ask what his name is? And where did he come from? Instead of asking like that I was silent like a statue. Is useless. It's useless." Matthew tapped his head on the pillow that stuck his head.

Like a volatile season, Matthew now looks desperate. And strangely enough, the face that had been looking full of regret had now turned one hundred and eighty degrees into a face filled with smiles. His intelligent brain begins to devise a plan, a mature plan to be reunited with him the Angel who has managed to steal his heart and mind, as if this world only revolves around love and struggle to reach a soulmate that is still separated.

"I'm known as the Prince of the Island of the Gods. No one can match me in terms of charm and strength.

Whether what Matthew thinks until he is determined to get what he thinks should be his, are all men the same when it comes to heart or love? I don't know, only God knows, whatever the answer is hopefully no one will get hurt just because of love.

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Fazila had just arrived at the Radio station, not feeling the 'Cap-cute with Meyda' he is three years old and tonight will be his last night to greet the fans of the radio show he brought.

Saddened? Of course Fazila felt it because he was very attached to his work. Can spread knowledge without staring at each other, isn't that amazing? Yes, for a Fazila that feeling always makes him happy. No exception tonight.

"Assalamu'alaikum Fazila's... Finally my brother came."

Prok.prok.Sprok.

The sound of applause resounded in the senses of Fazila's listeners to welcome his arrival. After months, he finally returned. All this feels like a cool wind.

"Wa'alaikumsalam Warahmatullah." Reply Fazila while hugging some female colleagues, then cupped both hands in front of the chest to show her respect for the male colleagues who one profession with her.

"Sister Fazila, congratulations on Brother's marriage. We can't keep Brother from staying here, because we know there will be a lot of responsibility on Brother's shoulders as long as Brother holds the status of Governor's wife." Said Naila, one of Fazila's associates.

"And stupidly we, we didn't even know that big brother was the number one conglomerate in this town.

All we know is we're just friends with a Fazila, an ordinary girl with a myriad of accomplishments but would rather spend half her time in a cramped space just to pass on the science to those who are hungry for knowledge." Naila said again, the crystal-like melt coming out of Naila's eyes landed right on the back of Fazila's hand.

Fazila smiled, He was moved by the so much love He had in just a short time.

"O yes, I brought coffee and some snacks for everyone. I'll get ready, can you pick it up in the car? In a hurry I even forgot about it. My reckless attitude is back." Fazila said while thrusting the car keys on Naila.

"This is what I like most about Brother Fazila, Brother never distinguishes anyone. We all got the same share. Thank you." - Thank you."

"That's it. I'll get ready inside, hearing Your adulation will make me bigger and bigger." Fazila said as she patted Naila on the shoulder.

A second later Fazila began to enter the dressing room, her beautiful face still showing off a smile, even though her face was not visible in front of the fans of the event she was carrying, at least she had to clean up, she said, for Fazila knew that God liked those who purified themselves, either clothes or minds.

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