Is it My fault, If I Desire Heaven..??

Waiting for someone who has long been missed.

All those pairs of tiny eyes were now staring in astonishment at Tia.

Slowly the boy walked away from Tia who was even so happy that he did not realize the look of fear on the faces of the children in front of him.

"Don't hurt us" said a child, making Tia's smile fade away.

Astagfirullah, Tia's inner moment had unintentionally frightened the child with her arrival.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry" Tia said with wet eyes.

Instantly he immediately turned his body and intended to return to his room.

But in front of the door, Fatimah was already standing staring at him.

"Tia?, are you here?" asked Fatimah immediately understood that the meeting of Tia and the children of the night was not going well.

"A-I," said Tia stammered.

"Come here, it's natural for someone to feel awkward at their first meeting with a stranger, and that goes for you and all the kids here, even for me, too," fatimah tried to calm Tia down.

"Who is she?" asked a child, staring question markfully at Tia.

"His name is sister Tia, she is the new sister in this house, she will help sister take care of you guys, right sister Tia?, right?, exclamation Fatimah makes Tia immediately nod following the storyline that Fatimah made for herself.

However, the child seems to still feel doubtful about the explanation of his foster brother.

They had already seen Tia's poor appearance when she came to the house a moment ago.

"You believe in the same brother?" said Fatimah trying to give more understanding to her foster children.

Slowly they started to nod and smiled slightly towards Tia.

"Alhamdulillah, now you better sleep, and prepare yourself for tomorrow, it's night," said Fatimah immediately made them rush back to their respective rooms.

"Thank you" said Tia so grateful to be found with Fatimah.

"Muslims should help each other. Can't you sleep?" exclaimed Fatimah seeing that there was still anxiety on Tia's tired face.

"A-I just want to make sure with my own eyes that I'm no longer wrong to enter a large and luxurious house in this city," said Tia made Fatimah understand one thing, but one thing, that Tia may be the village girl who has been fooled into the lure of the lure of work as Mira once told about one of the tactics that once the big boss workers did to get a new girl in in his business.

"I explain once again to you, this house is safe for you, so rest and recover your energy," said Fatimah as she invited Tia back to her room.

"But there are two of my friends still trapped there" cried Tia as if full of hope Fatimah could help her two friends as she helped her.

"That's beyond my ability Tia, we just pray that they're okay," said Fatimah did not want Tia to put great expectations on her.

"May I ask one more thing?" said Tia again blocking the hand of Fatimah who will go from her side.

"Please" said Fatimah briefly.

"You said there's going to be an event tomorrow, what's that event?," asked Tia still so curious about all the things about Fatimah and the place.

"Sok you'll know too. For sure, tomorrow is the day I have been waiting for a long time. There is someone I so long for to come tomorrow, so be prepared and help me welcome tomorrow" cried Fatimah making Tia smile and nodding at Fatimah.

The next day.

"Am I beautiful?" exclaimed a child endlessly staring into the mirror.

"Goddess Luna, you are so beautiful today" Mira said, confirming the location of Luna's hijab.

"Would there be many parents coming today, brother?" asked Shahril so excitedly.

"Sure!, so be as kind as you can today, okay!," exclaimed Mira as she prayed inwardly that many of her foster children would get foster parents who cared for them.

"Sister, I hear, we also invite children from other halfway houses?," exclaimed Luna always quickly get news than her other children.

"You are, you deserve to be a journalist. He is right, we will have children coming from Burhan's halfway house, you are happy!," exclaimed Mira as she pinched the cheek of the Luna cabi.

"Well, it will surely be a very rame, brother," cried Syahril immediately rushed to the living room, he was so impatient to welcome his guests that day.

Your brother Fatimah is so happy today, I am not surprised if last night he did not sleep because he was so impatient to welcome today, the inner Mira immediately remembered Aqly.

"Where the arrogant man is," lamented Mira rushing towards the back garden where Aqly likes to spend her time there.

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"My ceiling won't miss, she must be afraid to show up" said Mira walking slowly and secretly to Aqly.

"Have Mira!, don't interrupt my time right now, I've finished all my work, and let me sit here quietly," aqly exclaimed could even instantly tell Mira's whereabouts quickly without even looking.

"But there's one job you haven't done Aqly yet" Mira said, making Aqly frown.

"I've checked over and over again okay!, my work today has been completed," Aqly insisted.

"How about your duty to welcome our special guest?" exclaimed Mira making Aqly cling directly.

"It's silent!," ketus Aqly brief.

"Oh so, okay. I will report to Fatimah this matter," exclaimed Mira as she rushed back into the house.

But quickly, Aqly's hand immediately pulled Mira's hand until it accidentally made their bodies clash.

Makes both of them wrong without cause.

"T- please don't tell Fatimah, I can go to jail for her" Aqly exclaimed in her innocence.

"Calm Aqly, Fatimah has repeatedly promised not to dismantle all if you want to obey," said Mira continued to persuade Aqly.

"But what if she's disavowed?," Aqly exclaimed with a look of her anxious face.

"One thing you should underline Aqly, Fatimah is not like you!, understand!, let's hurry!, don't be spoiled," exclaimed Mira making Aqly just speechless and walking slowly following her.

This arrogant man turns out to be easy to bluff, I think the truth is not his heart is evil, only his soul is still so unstable as possible, I think, want to be recognized in the eyes of the world in an instant way, Mira's mind while continuing to walk towards the living room.