Fazila Titipan From Heaven(2)

Love is Not Like That!

When night falls, there is always a new story to offer. And in every new series of stories, Refal always finds surprising facts about the figure of Fazila, where the facts are able to make a Refal Mahendra Shekar bend the knee and love the figure of Fazila more. Is his love too much? Yes, it's possible. But the good news, there is no prohibition in expressing love for couples who have been Halal in mahligai nan sacred, because in every touch is worth worship. Isn't that amazing?

"Yes God... How foolish I have been, the fairy has always been by my side but I did not realize it. My smart brain really doesn't work." Refal grunts as he steps into the building where Fazila broadcasts Radio, a broadcast that has been going on since fifteen minutes ago.

Do everything. Everything I asked for just now. There is no shortage of anything. If I know you made a mistake then right then I'll fire you. In his short message, the message He addressed to Bima was darting fast, at this time Refal believes his Assistant must have read his message and left himself alone. Eitsa! Not alone, there was still his bodyguard lurking with eagle eyes.

Meanwhile in the broadcast room, Fazila sat alone. The love song she plays beautifully shakes the souls of her listeners. Or precisely the women singles and singles who are trying to achieve love without having to sacrifice themselves in the vortex of sin, Zina.

"How's song? Do you guys like it? I hope you guys like it. And one more thing, I always hope you guys don't get involved with things that smell negative. Tonight I am very sad, because tonight will be our farewell night. Tonight will be our last night to share our joys and sorrows.

Don't tell me, I'm married and I can't keep your nights company anymore. Are you sad? I hope not yaaa! Haha." Fazila laughed lightly. And in the next second Fazila began to fall silent, he adjusted his breathing. During the broadcast, sometimes Fazila could not hold her heartbeat, was afraid to make a mistake, and that was one of the reasons.

"All right, young man... Now it's time to read the short message you're addressing Meyda, let's see how many messages are coming in... Waw, this is really amazing. In just fifteen minutes you have flooded Meyda with questions that have put you in a high-level turmoil."

Fazila smiled, She's happy. Apparently there are still many who like the event they are looking at. And even more amazing, this show is mostly composed of teenagers. That means there are still many teenagers who realize the importance of distancing themselves from promiscuity.

"alright... This is the last question I will answer, and in the next session will be replaced by another broadcaster who is more competent than Meyda." Fazila said again, her net caught the presence of a figure she missed so much since morning.

Yes, Refal was smiling towards Fazila while giving his two thumbs up. What could be happier than this position? Previously, Fazila had never even imagined being waited at the door by the best man he thought, Refal Mahendra Shekar.

"Wait there. I'll be right out." Say Fazila with sign language. There was no reply from Refal other than a slow nod of the head and a charming smile that filled his handsome face.

Brother Meyda, I really like Brother. It can be said that the breath of love I started since I listened to the show Cuap-cuap with Meyda.

My Enquiry... How to maintain love and respect for both my parents. To be honest, both of my parents rejected the man of my choice. I loved that man with all my heart. I am very desperate. From Mega in a less happy place.

Fazila looked to be sighing harshly. He thought for a moment, thinking about what answer he should give. Had Rephal been by his side, he would have sought his advice

Break Asa? Can it be said love if the feeling only brings despair and hurt? Love is not like that. Fazila murmured inwardly, He looked at the waving Refal but his brain thought that the answer He would give could bring Light to a heart lost in the darkness of confused feelings.

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