Fazila Titipan From Heaven(2)

Longing?

"Mama don't have to worry, Mr. Governor is a very good man. As long as we were with him he never snapped anything else looking at me with a condescending look. Thank you for giving birth to a man as good as the Governor." Fazila said while tightly grasping her mother-in-law's fingers.

"Thank you for saying such a beautiful thing. Do you know what? Mama is very happy to hear your words, it means that your upbringing did not fail.

Yes, Mama admitted that Mama's son is not perfect. And Mama prayed, may your presence always fill the void in her heart. For parents, the happiness of their children is paramount. So stay happy wherever you are." Madam Asa said solemnly, her shady netra began to let out droplets upon tears.

Hearing her mother-in-law's words, Fazila could only nod her head. To be honest, Fazila was not very familiar with her husband's family. Therefore, whenever there is free time, he will not waste that time. Because the shortcut to reach love and love only by connecting the rope. Isn't that easy?

"O yes, dear. How are Ummi and your Abi?"

"They're fine, Ma. Ummi said they were going to Bali the day after tomorrow."

"Room?"

"Yes, Bali!"

"Is there anything important there? Yesterday Ummi Mu did not say anything, and now they are going on vacation? It's really a big surprise." Said Madam Asa.

"If Ummi had told us about his departure to Bali when we stayed at Villa yesterday, we might have discussed it and had a vacation together." Continued Madam Asa while showing off a face that was filled with disappointment.

"Ummi and Abi will go to see their colleagues. Coincidentally, his colleague's son was still here. Mama does not need to be sad, if later Mr. Governor has free time, we and our family will vacation together, how? What does Mama like?"

There was no reply from Madam Asa other than to show off a smile full of satisfaction.

"O yes, dear. I forgot to tell you why you called me here."

"Reason? What reason? Didn't Mama call Fazila here because Mama missed Mama's shaliha son-in-law?" Guyon Fazila winked.

The meeting of Lady Asa and Fazila lasted until dusk greeted. It seemed, Madam Asa wanted to arrest Fazila, but she realized that she could not do that. Five hours together was very short. Fazila also felt the same way, gathering with Mama and her Father-in-law made her happy. How else, he had to go home after the Magrib Prayer and return to the arms of his favorite Governor, Refal Mahendra Shekar.

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Tin.tin.Tinz.

Two hours had passed since Fazila left Shekar's residence. Driving at work is always a moment that requires extra patience. How not, in hours like this long traffic jams are always the biggest reason.

"Who is the owner of the car behind me? Why does he keep honking his car? He acted as if the other person did not feel as much annoyance as he did." Fazila grumbled, He snorted in annoyance while clenching his hands.

After twenty minutes stuck in a long traffic jam, finally the car that Fazila was driving began to move slowly like a walking turtle.

"At least this is much better than having to keep quiet at one point. What is the Governor doing? I don't know why I miss him so much.

His smile, his gaze, his manner of speaking and his mischievous behavior continued to disturb my mind. I feel like I want to run and drown in his arms. Just imagining that makes me feel happy." Fazila smiled but her gaze remained straight ahead.

"Mama said, when the Governor was sad he always asked Bima to buy cake from this bakery. I'll do it just to make you happy, my Rehal." Said Fazila while stopping his car right in front of the bakery, He came out of his car with a carefree feeling. But his carefree attitude seemed to evaporate when he found a man fluttering into his arms.

Duars!

Like being struck by lightning in broad daylight, Fazila's body was goosebumps. He did not expect, and he would never think that there would be a man who would come to hug him suddenly in a public place.

"I missed you. Miss you so much." Whispered the man who was currently in Fazila's arms.

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