Fazila Titipan From Heaven(2)

Not Dreams!

Mentari had just revealed his light, but the busyness at the Wijaya Mansion had been seen since dawn came to say hello. All Art, or rather a dozen Art has been distributed their respective duties. This day until late afternoon will be very busy to prepare for the arrival of the two parents Matthew.

Previously, Mr. Alan and Bu Fatimah were going to visit Bali for business, but for reasons both Matthew's parents missed their son, inevitably they were the ones who visited Jakarta.

"Mbok, where's Fazila?"

"Mrs... Non Fazila's in her room!"

"Has she had breakfast?"

"Miss said she didn't want breakfast, so I didn't prepare anything for her."

"If Fazila doesn't want breakfast, please bring her warm tea and favorite cake. Tell him I'll see him after I talk to Abinya." Said Ms. Fatimah while holding Art's arm half the baby.

After asking what he wanted to know, Fatimah immediately left the kitchen and headed towards the second floor.

While in her room, Fazila was staring at the reflection of her face in the mirror. There was sadness in his eyes but he did not know how to get rid of the suffering. The debate between him and Refal had not been resolved, or rather Fazila did not know that Refal had met him while he was still asleep. Tired, Fazila fell asleep and did not notice the presence of Rebal. He began to wake up in the third night.

"The Governor is still angry with me. He didn't even come home and talk to me."

"I have to what? There's no way we're keeping quiet and not talking. If Mr. Governor doesn't want to talk to me, then I have to talk to him."

"Disputation in the household can not be avoided, this debate should not make our relationship stretched. I can't give up." Fazila wiped the corner of her eye with the back of her hand, She got up and moved towards the door.

"Ummi." Fazila greeted Umminya as soon as the door opened.

"Where's the Ummi going? You look in a hurry." Fatimah cupped Fazila's face. He was shocked as he looked at his daughter's red eyes.

"Are you crying? Did you fight with Refal? Or did Refal hit you? Tell Ummi, Fazila!" Ms. Fatimah spoke in a high voice. In this life, the thing that most Miss Fatimah was afraid of when she looked at the sad face of her daughter. This time he saw it.

"Ummy. Ummi." Fazila held her arm and asked her to sit on the bed.

"See Fazila's face. Does Ummi think Fazila is suffering?" Fazila said while cupping the face of Fatimah Bu with both hands.

"The Governor loves Fazila very much, Mi. This morning we even had breakfast together, and he said he would take me on vacation to Dubai." Fazila lied. For the first time Fazila lied, she hoped Umminya didn't know that.

"And of course Fazila refused, because Fazila could not be far from Ummi." Keep Fazila on again.

"Basic naughty. Do you love her so much? How dare you lie to Ummi." Said Ms. Fatimah while pinching the soft nose of Fazila bangir.

"Haha! Sorry, Ummi. Fazila just wanted to say, Ummi need not worry. As much as Fazila loves the Governor, so much so the Governor loves Fazila." I'm Fazila hugging Umminya.

For a while the room in Fazila seemed quiet, the two women of different generations smiled back at each other, of course, not the smile forced.

"Didn't Ummi say Fatih was picking up Abi's business partner's son? Why hasn't the kid come home, it's noon. Did he go out with his friends and then he confessed to ummi instead?"

Ting.Tong.

There was no response from Ms. Fatimah other than pointing towards the door, hinting that Fazila's guess was incorrect.

"You hear? Fatih's home."

"It seems Fazila's guess was wrong. All right, Fazila's gonna open the door for him." Fazila said quickly, He left Fatimah's mother and ran towards the bottom floor.

"Train, Brother asked you not to..." Fazila's words were stuck in her throat, She was shocked as soon as the door opened. He almost fell but immediately Fazila clung to the door on his left.

"You, what are you doing in my ru-mah?" Say Fazila in a sharp tone. He was nervous, but out of nowhere came the anger that suddenly filled his chest cavity.

Anger is like a fire that burns tranquility, and today for the first time Fazila felt that anger. I don't know what Fazila's going to do next, which obviously he doesn't want to face the annoying figure standing in front of him, the figure that makes him feel upset.

Why is this prick in front of my house? Is he spying on me? Obviously this is not a dream. The question is, why is he here? Fazila muttered in her heart while folding both arms in front of her chest.

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