Fazila Titipan From Heaven(2)

Helping the Deaf (Fazila)

Two hours of conversation Mr and Mrs Sekar with Mr. Alan made her heart flowery. There are so many plans in their hearts. This time they believe the girl they chose can melt the heart of her long-freezing son. Or rather the daughter of his business partner, a colleague he knew two days ago.

"Pa, looks like this time fate is on our side. Either way we have to make Mr. Alan's daughter our son-in-law. Just thinking about Alan's daughter makes Mama happy."

"Papa thought the same thing, Ma."

"Now the problem is, what should we do to get Refal to agree to this relationship. Hilya's long gone, that girl even took our son with her."

"Husss! Mama can't talk like that, Papa likes Hilya and feels very lost to her. What would Refal think if he knew both his parents were talking badly about the girl he loved."

Without them noticing, Refal was standing behind the door. Hearing clearly every hurup that has been assembled into words by both parents. There is a sense of sadness that now seems to constrict his blood vessels. It feels like it will be gone.

Tok.Tok-sign.Tok.

Refal pretended to smile while pushing the true door leaf had opened by half.

"You haven't slept, son?" Madam Asa asked Refal who was currently sitting to his left.

"You look neat, are you leaving?" Madam Asa continued, her forehead creased in disbelief.

"Ma. Refal apologized, Refal has to go back to the office. There's an important event that Rebal must attend tomorrow morning. Next time Refal try to stay over."

"Have you heard Mama and Papa's conversation? You shouldn't have to ask, everything is clearly visible on your face." Said Madame Asa while holding her precious son's fingers.

For a moment the room that Mr. Anton and Mrs Asa occupied felt so quiet. Refal and his parents could only stare at each other.

The Qur'an murottal that had been twisted and placed on the nightstand was the only reason the three people felt calm.

Indeed there was a feeling of disappointment in the heart of Refal after hearing the conversation of his parents concerning Hilya, but as much as he tried to hold his heart, control his face so as not to look sour.

"If you disagree, Mama will do it anyway. If you ask why Mama did it while you didn't want it? The answer is very simple.

Mom and Dad just want to see you happy. Because you know, Mama and Papa also know, people who don't ever come back.

Let Hilya's memories fill the bottom of your heart. But remember, don't let those memories interfere with your future.

Mama promised you, son. If Mr. Alan's daughter doesn't deserve you, Mama alone will keep her out of your life." Mama Refal said with a faint smile, there was so much hope that came to his mind.

"Yes, kid. This time Papa also agreed with your mother's opinion. The next day we'll visit Mr. Alan's house, if the girl looks like she said then we have no choice but to propose to you."

"Yes, do it if it makes Mama and Papa feel calm. I'm going to go now." Refal said softly, his handsome face carving a smile. When in fact his blood was boiling to refuse the words of his parents.

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The time was 7:00 when Fazila came out of the Mansion that was lived by her parents. As usual, he left using only a motorbike. There was no sign of arrogance or desire to show off in him. Indeed, simplicity has taken root in his heart and mind.

"What's there? Why do the kids look sad?" Said Fazila while pulling over.

A mini bus stopped right in front of the roadside Museum, five children standing with sticks to support their helpless bodies, their faces looking sad and it managed to steal the attention of Fazila.

"Assalamu'alaikum's chat... What's up?" Fazila asked as she removed the helmet from her head.

"Wa'alaikumsalam, son." Reply to the middle-aged woman, her face looked sad.

"What's up, Mom?" Fazila again asked with the question he had asked earlier.

"These kids wanted to see the Museum, they were so excited during the trip. But look at this." The middle-aged woman pointed down. There was a gutter in front of him, covered with a perforated rectangular-shaped iron. Unfortunately it will not be easy to pass by the sweet children. If it is reckless, it is precisely the stick that will be stuck in each hole of the sewer.

Fazila tried to think logically what he could do to help the children, until he finally found an idea that seemed strange but useful.

Fazila walked towards the gate, opened it wide and then asked the five children to put their feet in the gate that Fazila had opened, standing at the gate holding on. A second later Fazila began pushing the gate inside.

"Gee... Son, thank you. You solved our problem very easily. We were planning on going back. Really, Mom is really grateful. May Allah repay your kindness by multiplying." Said the middle-aged woman while tightly grasping Fazila's fingers.

"Mom need not thank you, it has become our duty as a human being to always help." Reply Fazila while folding both hands in front of the chest, giving a signal that he will leave because it is too late.

The cute girl standing near the gate called Fazila with an eye gesture, she stood up using a crutch.

The world is beautiful if we look at it beautifully, just like the sweet children standing in front of Fazila today, their faces filled with smiles. Nothing is created incompletely, only the bad thoughts of men who look down upon others when they think they are placed in treasures and descendants.

Muachh!

A kiss landed on Fazila's left cheek.

"Mmmm! The sweetness!" Said Fazila briefly while holding the chin of the Deaf child.

A second later Fazila left after saying goodbye to the housekeeper's mother, the sweet children even waved at her. Without even realizing it, a pair of eyes were staring at him from a distance, there was a feeling of amazement that rose from the man until he prayed to the Power that his son be given a partner as good as the woman who made him feel amazed when he saw his kindness at first sight.

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