Fazila Tipan From Heaven
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The spirit...!

Right now that one word fills me, I didn't know working in the kitchen was something I missed so much.

Since I decided to marry Abi Fazila, I started to become a spoiled wife. I never went into the kitchen again, not because I used the money to hire a Household Assistant so that I could live a life of freedom while pointing right and left. No, it's not my style and I'll never ask for help as long as I can work on it.

When I started working in the kitchen or just doing my own laundry, without telling me secretly Abi Fazila started scolding ART working at home. I see that often. I never ignored his anger, slowly I began to guide him to become a patient man.

And tonight? I was happy because he allowed me to work in the kitchen without arguing with anyone. Maybe for others this is a simple thing and not to be proud of at all. But for me this is a big thing. That is why we do not need to compare our lives with others, because we have different standards of happiness. Some are happy because there are many treasures, but there are also happy because life is simple as it is. Just as I was feeling happy during my precious daughter, Fazila was fine.

"Miss, miss there's no need to do this. If Mr Alan is angry how?" The middle-aged art asked while showing off her uncomfortable face. Seeing him act like that made me sigh violently, he should not have to feel afraid of me anymore.

"Bok don't worry, it won't happen. Mr. Alan let me do this." Reply with a thin smile. Hearing my brief explanation, the middle-aged Art began to feel relief.

"I hope Miss stays here. Everyone in this house is very good, therefore Mbok still survives working at this place. Actually, Mbok's son in the village asked Mbok to go home and not have to work anymore.

As you can see, everything in this house makes Mbok feel attached. Mbok lives by seeing young Master Alan and Miss Sabina grow up. Although Mbok is not close to Mr. Alan, Mbok knows him very well. He's a very nice guy. And Mbok feels grateful for the woman as well as Miss Fatimah being a companion of Mr. Alan. Mbok prayed to the Power that Mr. Alan, Ms. Fatimah and little miss Fazila always be given happiness beyond the happiness of anyone Mbok has ever known." Said the middle-aged Art standing in front of me. Every hurup he strung into words managed to make me feel happy. His words sounded sincere, and his words managed to pierce through the depths of my deepest heart. Only speech that comes from the heart will pierce the heart of the listener.

"Aamiin's." My reply was brief then hugging the middle-aged Art, her pure smile making me feel comfortable being around her.

"Miss, excuse me for a moment? Mbok is going to the restroom. Mbok will call Arta to accompany Miss. Oh yeah, Arta's Mbok's nephew from the village."

"Yes Mbok, please." I answered while looking at him for a while then refocused on the cake batter that was in front of me. Everything is ready, it's time to bake.

Hhhaaaahhhhh!

Moments after that middle-aged Art left me, somehow my breath started to feel heavy, my legs were shaking as if they could not support my weight, my whole body was goosebumps. I don't understand why I suddenly feel uncomfortable. My shoulders feel heavy as if carrying a heavy burden, this world feels spinning.

Oh Allah... What's wrong with me? Am I going to die? If I am going to die, make this my evil breaker, put me in your righteous servants. Aamiins. I muttered in my heart while rubbing my chest with the rest of my energy.

Gdebukkkk!

I fell, hit my head on the table. I wanted to scream, but my voice couldn't come out. I can only grimace withstanding the pain in my heart. This feeling of fear made me lose my mind, but a second later I went back to the special, reading Tahmid, Takbir and Tahlil. I read everything I can. Whether this was a dream or a fact I really could not tell the difference, I saw a woman with a tall body walking towards the kitchen, a second later the beautiful face began to show off fear, and....

Aaaaaaaaaaaa!

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"Why was Araf so long? Where is he? Was he eaten by the lion until he never came?" I was blabbering without thinking long. This panic got me to the point I thought I was going crazy.

My teeth were shaking in anger. Who am I upset with? I don't know myself. My body began to creep, seeing Ummi Fazila unconscious on the floor made my breath feel tight. I was scared to death.

"Patience, son. Araf said he's almost there." Mama tried to calm me down, it was useless, I would not be able to calm down because my source of calm was only with Ummi Fazila.

"Assalamu'alaikum's chat..."

"Wa'alaikum..." Reply to me and all the members of the Wijaya family.

I was relieved to see Araf coming, I must have surprised him greatly. He even came in his sleeping pajamas.

"Everyone please come out, except Sabina and Aunt Nani." Araf spoke casually while taking out some medical instruments from inside his bag.

I can understand why he told us to come out, we were really noisy. I'm sure Araf is afraid we're bothering him. And the reason Mama and Sabina remained silent inside was because Araf did not want any slander.

Without having to be told twice. I, Papa, Oma Ochi and Opa Ade went straight out and waited downstairs. Honestly, it feels like my life is at the end of my throat. Waiting for Araf to come out of the room and wait for the results of the examination felt like a kick.

"Is that lousy doctor sleeping? Why is he so long? Huhuuhhh!" I started not being able to control my feelings. What should I do when something like this happens? My world feels narrow.

"Alan, be patient, son! Oma's sure Araf will be gone soon..." Oma Ochi had yet to finish her sentence, but Araf had already walked with Mama and Sabina, down the stairs while carrying a medical bag in his left hand. My mom's face looks radiant.

"What happened to Fatimah, Araf? What happens until he looks that pale?" Oma Ochi started asking while holding Araf's arm. Meanwhile, Papa and Opa Ade could only sculpt. They did not say anything, but his face explained how much he was worried.

"Oma don't have to worry. Fatimah is fine. Right now she's PREGNANT, you can take her to the hospital and make sure to the gynecologist." Babe Araf was staring at everyone.

I who heard Araf's words immediately fell silent. Happy and moved, no matter what the name. Without saying a word I immediately ran towards the top floor. The big news about Ummi Fazila's pregnancy made me run with a big smile.

I had never felt this feeling before, because Umm Fazila used to spend her time alone, if I thought back to that time it felt like I wanted to curse myself. But this time it was different, I promised I wouldn't let Ummi Fazila be alone for even a moment.

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