Fazila Titipan From Heaven(2)

Tangled Yarn

Subhanallah...

No other words came out from Fazila's mouth after seeing the beautiful scenery that was in front of him.

It's stunning!

At least one of those words could cross Fazila's mind. Seeing Fazila's surprised expression made Refal happy was incredible. How not, a smile as beautiful as the full moon belongs to Fazila continues to crack like a warming sun.

All eyes looked at the beauty presented before him, flickering lights lit up beautifully, thousands of candles of therapeutic fragrance lit on each side of the house, not just on the ground floor, but on the second floor was still illuminated by the light of the candle. While roses? Do not ask again the number, thousands or even more of it is beautifully placed as a conditioning view.

A romance? Of course that's what happens when two people are in love drunk then the only thought is how to make their partner happy. And that's what Rehal is doing right now, making his Fazilah touched in everything he does.

The magnificent three-story house was only illuminated by candlelight and flickering lights installed along the stairs.

Currently Fazila walked towards the swimming pool which is located not far from the back garden. There has also been decorated in such a way, there is nothing that escapes the beautiful charm tonight.

Just incredible!

Again only flattery came to Fazila's mind, because it was the truth. Fazila's mouth was gaping but soon it was closed with his palm.

"Honey's... You did all this for me? A rose? This many? I love Roses and I'm so touched by all the effort you put in. Thank you." Thank you." Fazila cupped the handsome face of Refal, then floated a brief kiss on the right cheek of a Refal Mahendra Shekar.

Without a second thought, Refal grabbed Fazila's arm, taking her under a tent lit by hundreds of candles. Rephal led Fazila to sit down so that he could lay his head on Fazila's lap.

"I'm happy. Thank you for choosing me among the billions of handsome young men in the universe. I'm lucky. And I thank the Power for this gift." Refal said while staring at the shady netra Fazila, Fazila's fingers were still playing in Refal's head, egusan demi elusan managed to make Refal unable to control the turmoil that was inside him. He got up and sat down, Fazila's gentle gaze as if caressing the bottom of his heart. And without asking for permission he immediately landed his warm kiss on the soft lips of cotton belonging to his wife, slowly and deeply. This is the beauty of the relationship labeled Halal, no need to fear the gossip of people, if there is a baby born from the relationship of the two then it will be an eye conditioning in a happy household.

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In a different place sat Abbas while staring at the photo of his deceased adoptive Papa. The time showed at 3:15 but it did not make him feel drowsiness at all. Normally, other people would fall asleep, but he could not sleep at all. Hot air still filled his chest cavity. At times like this, sleep is no longer the goal. Sad indeed, but how else, he himself chose to live in revenge even though he knew revenge would eliminate half of his life.

"Is the Master still unable to sleep? Should I change the medication? If it's necessary I'll go to the hospital and ask for a doctor's prescription." Sky said as he placed a glass of mineral water on Abbas's desk.

"No need, it doesn't matter to me anymore. Sleep or wake up the same." Abbas replied in a desperate tone.

"I know you want to ask me where this grudge started, just by looking at your face I can tell you what your head is about. Don't ask because I don't want to tell you anything." Abbas continued, He got up from his seat of greatness and then stood right by the window.

Glekk!

Sky swallowed the saliva after hearing his Master's words.

I can look at his face! That short sentence managed to leave Sky speechless, for quite a while the master was silent, there was no other choice for Sky other than to let the master dissolve in his own mind.

After fifteen minutes had passed.

"Alan Wijaya made my life in Hell. Because of that I lost Papa.

Mami Seren loved her a lot. He's a cold-hearted man. Because Papa did not have the heart to see Mami Seren suffer, he was desperate to finish off Alan Wijaya's daughter. Bad, not the dead loser's daughter but Papa and Mami Seren. They died in an accident after police hunted them for months.

Since the passing of Papa and Mami Seren my life has never been happier, I can't stop thinking about killing that family. And this mission will start with his daughter.

They say his daughter is the light of the house, I swear I'm the one who will destroy her daughter. I'll scratch the wound for Alan Wijaya so that he'll beg for his death." Abbas tried to unravel the pills on Sky for the first time.

"I was born into a simple family, My father was a jerk who was willing to sell his son's life just for the sake of a bottle of booze. I'm willing to endure and live with the wounds as long as I can see the smile of the girl of my dreams." Babas for the umpteenth time without needing to know Sky's response to his childhood silly tale.

"I once expressed my love for the most beautiful girl in my school, unfortunately she rejected me on the grounds that she wanted a burly man to protect her and her mother. That's why I'm desperately learning martial arts.

After decades passed I went back to school and tried to find her whereabouts. Unfortunately, the girl moved to the Capital City and lived with her father. That's the last news I know of him, even today I'm still looking for him."

"So you mean, you're still looking for that little girl who's your first love?" Sky ventured to ask, and this too for the first time. Usually he only heard Abbas's story without daring to say a word.

"Papa and Mami Seren were the ones who saved my life, while that girl was the source of my strength." Abbas explained for the umpteenth time.

So all this resentment began because the adoptive Papa Mr. Abbas saw the woman he loved was hurt by Mr. Alan. How can I explain to Mr Abbas that hurting Mr Alan's daughter is not the solution to his pain?

It is precisely now that I blame Mr. Abbas' adoptive Papa, why he instills revenge in the hearts of eight-year-olds just for the sake of the woman he is targeting. I'm more upset with Mrs Seren, she's the source of everyone's pain.

To this day, the grudge has not found its way. This story is like a tangled thread, I hope there will be a miracle so that everything can be completed without having to spill anyone's blood. Sky muttered in his heart as he rubbed his face rough.

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