Fazila Tipan From Heaven
New Friends

"What are you doing? We have to get back to the inn!" Said the middle-aged man amidst the crowd.

"Are you going to buy some vegetables? No kan! What are you walking to the market for anyway? This place is very dirty. Hhhh..." Said the middle-aged man again while shaking his hand that was accidentally hit by a carpet that was carried by a special porter.

"Master, didn't I ask you not to follow me! Look, where are you stuck now?" Said the handsome burly man.

"Don't follow me! I'll go home by myself." Said the handsome young man again. There was no burden on his shoulders, he just wanted to spend his free time enjoying the soothing atmosphere of the countryside.

"Fleet. Araf. hurry back! Araf." Many times the middle-aged man called out, but he was ignored. Even more upsetting, the man he called out completely ignored his call, the handsome man walked over while waving his hand.

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Araf Walker's!

His name was Araf Walker, he was born with a golden spoon in his hand. Beautiful face, white skin, blue eyes, humor, it will not be enough to explain about the figure of him.

Since childhood he became a child of pride, unfortunately playboy attitude and easily bored into the worst thing in him. His free soul led him to Malang, everyone wants to live in a big city to improve his economy. But not with Araf, he prefers to live in the countryside rather than in a crowded Capital City.

Maybe it was one of his dreams, his dream to spend his youth in a place that has beautiful scenery with soothing air, and the choice fell on the City of Malang.

Araf always makes mistakes, which is why his mother asked the middle-aged peria to follow him to the countryside just to report every inch of his activities.

"Thank God the lousy man was gone! I'm really stupid, why do I believe my mom would leave me alone without her minions following me." Lirih Araf quietly while splitting the slippery road.

Araf walked down the slippery street aisle, last night heavy rain flushed Malang. When he almost fell, he was startled by the laughter of four boys standing behind him.

"Hi y'all, did you bully me?" Araf asked with a sharp look.

Hahaahhaa! Instead of answering, the children laughed even louder.

"We must not laugh at a person who is being affected, say sorry to him!" Said the boy in blue headscarf while whispering in his friend's ear.

"St! You shut up it's a man's business."

"Hi you, what's your name?" Araf asked as he folded his sleeves.

"Why should I tell a stranger my name! I don't want to."

"St! You can't say that, Ummi says, we have to respect older people. And he's older than us." Say the boy in the hijab again.

"Hi fat, it turns out your girl friend is better than you. Hey boy, what's your name?" Show Araf the veiled boy.

"Fazila. My name is Fazila."

"I'm Lisa."

"I'm Dena."

"And you, fat. What's your name?" Araf asked without caring about the pouting face of the person he asked.

"She, Amir. His words are a little jutek, but he's a good man." Reply Fazila while showing off her smiling face.

"Why are you talking to him? He's a stranger, who knows he's a roaming kidnapper like the one on the news. Scared." Amir pulls Lisa and Dena's hands. Without warning the three boys ran away leaving Fazila alone.

Fazila looked frightened, but she tried to behave normally.

"Hi, son. You don't have to be afraid. Brother's not a bad guy." Araf's words are soothing.

"really?"

"So, I'm lost! I was going home, Eeeehh... Not even sister went through the wrong path."

"It's okay, I'll help uncle." Fazila tried to be friendly.

"Are you not afraid like your three friends? You can go if you want!"

"No. No. gabe. I will not leave anyone who is lost. If I do that, Ummi will definitely scold me."

"Ummy. Who's Ummi?" Araf asked because he did not know, the white clothes he used looked dirty because previously accidentally spilled mango juice during his time in the market. Plus the presence of the middle-aged man following him made him a little annoyed.

"immis? Ummi is my mother." Answer plain Fazila.

"Oo... So your mother's name is Ummi?" Araf asked again, a question that looked stupid, Fazila smiled because of his silly question.

"Uncle, my mother's name is not Ummi! My mother's name is Fatimah! Ummi that's the call I gave mom, so Ummi that means mom." Fazila replied with a look of wonder, only this time he met a strange person.

Araf scratched his head that was not itchy, he felt scooped up, and he felt like the most ridiculous person this world had ever seen.

"Uncle where are you going? If I knew I would

will drive you." Fazila replied politely.

"Sister wants to go to the official house, but brother forgot his way. Brother didn't bring a cell phone either, so you can't tell anyone." Araf let out a long sigh, he himself did not know that he was going to experience anything ridiculous, his ego was hurt because he did not know the way home.

"Home office? So uncle is the person Kiai's grandfather was talking about?" FaziHe showed off his cheerful face.

"Grandfather Kiai, who is he?"

"Uncle doesn't need to know who he is. Tell me, are you the doctor's uncle who came from town?"

"How did you know?" Araf asked with a four-five spirit intonation.

Araf who was still carried away because someone recognized him to feel very happy, while he remembered the events when he was in the market. It was not her struggle that she remembered, but rather she remembered the charming face before her. Truly, for a split second he was seduced by the face of the woman he bought, his head covered by a long cloth, he could not see her hair yet he knew the woman in front of him was an untouchable pearl, the pearl that stole his last two hours.

"Ummi who told me, Ummi said there will be a new doctor who will stay at the official house, because the official house is being repaired, the uncle will live in the house that Kiai's grandfather has provided."

"Oo banaraka. That's very touching." Say Araf while holding Fazila's fingers. They started down the path, there was no conversation between the two of them.

"Uncle, my house is near. Do you want to stop by, inside there's Ummi. I'm sure Ummi will be happy." Fazila said between the silence of the air.

"Look, baby, you have to go back home and rest. Ooo yes... I forgot, what was your name?" Araf asked as he sat balancing himself with Fazila's height.

"I'm Fazila. I'm Ummi's favorite son." Fazila said quickly.

"Alright Fazila, from now on you are my friend, and I am your friend."

"No.no. I can't be friends that fast. I have to ask Ummi first, after all, a child cannot be friends with an adult." Fazila's reply succeeded in making Araf chuckle.

What a sweet boy! Lirih Araf in his heart.

"Well, if so. I'll be your new friend only if your mother allows it." Reply Araf, followed by a small hand wave belonging to fazila.

*the most beautiful fortune is not Treasure, but the most beautiful sustenance is the calm of the heart, the common sense, a healthy body, a clean heart, a beautiful mind, the prayer of the mother, the rope of brotherhood, and the attention of friends.

Happiness does not always come to the powerful, for in fact happiness will come to the self who is always grateful for every gift of the powerful. Allah*s*.

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