Fazila Tipan From Heaven
Happiest

"Hisai really does not know why you chose to remain alone, Fatimah. Nyai will not give up, it is precisely you who must give up on Nyai's request. If not today, then tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, next month or next year." Nyai Latifa said annoyedly.

This is not the first time Nyai Latifa has betrothed me to a foreign man. Every time someone comes to visit the boarding school, it is not uncommon for one of the guests who come to try to preach me to Kiai Hasan.

"His... I don't know what fate awaits me! I just want to be happy with my daughter!" Pinta me while cupping both hands in front of the chest.

My heart still aches to imagine the painful past. If I can, I want to be happy for a second.

"alright. From now on, Nyai will not ask you to marry. But you have to promise, you have to tell me why you don't want to build a house when you're young." Nyai Latifa said as she clasped my hand with the roar of tears still wetting the face of half the baby.

There was not a word coming out of my thin lips, all I could do was nod my head.

I never imagined the person who loved me the most in this strange place crying because of my rejection. Allah is All-knowing of me. May my pain not be experienced by any woman after this.

...***...

"Boss... The producer of the hafidz Qur'an show will meet you today at the office. Because the boss is sponsoring their show, so they'll discuss some important things with you."

Bobby gave his report while putting down the file sent by the TV station.

"You can go." I kicked Bobby out in a lazy voice.

"O yes boss, madam called. He said he'd come."

Just as Bobby told me the news, Iklima opened the door of my office following the mama who was walking behind him. I was wide-eyed, I was still shocked because of his arrival which I thought was too sudden.

Mama sat on the sofa looking at me with a great longing. I walked up to my mom and was followed by Bobby and Iklima who left us both.

"Why should mom bother to see me. Mama should have called so we could have lunch outside." I said as I sat on the sofa facing my mother.

"Mama's really upset with you! Do you think mama can eat while breathing just feels stifling."

"What happened to your relationship with Seren? Didn't you love her so much and want to marry her soon. You're in a hurry to break up your relationship with Seren. And now your rushed Opa wants to marry you off to another woman. Tell my mom, what should you do so that your heart can be calm? Mama's stuck between you and your opa!" Nani's words let out all the pain that disturbed her soul.

"Mama heard you were involved in a television show. Why are you involved in such an event? If the media is after you, then the reputation of our family is over." Mama said annoyed while throwing me with a small pillow in her right hand.

"Why are you fighting your opa? Can't you just obey to marry whichever woman you show!" This time, my mother spoke in a clear tone. Tears started to come out of the corner of her eyes.

"What more do you want from me? Am I not entitled to decide my own desires? Why follow the path that opa pointed out for me? I also want to walk alone without any pressure from anyone!" I said in a tone no less loud than my mother. Mama looks to hear my words.

"I just want to be alone! Please don't make me do things I don't want to do." I said again, this time I cupped my hands in front of my chest. Mama's face looked pale, she was completely shocked by my short speech. He got up from his seat with tears in his eyes, he walked out of my office in limp steps. I think he was really surprised, and I couldn't comfort him.

Lord. Please don't punish my family for my mistake. Guide me with your greatness. Lirihku while sending mama to the door. I saw his personal bodyguard walking into the elevator, and it really bothered me.

...***...

"It's true, myself. I'm his mother, can I help you?" One man asked who he was talking to.

Congratulations mom. Mother's son Meyda Noviana Fazila passed the Hafidz Quran Audition along with thirty-four other children.

We look forward to your arrival, and your daughter in Jakarta to follow our next series of events. Said someone across there. My chest was pounding so hard I thought I was going to faint.

"Did my daughter really pass the audition?" A hoarse tone came out from my natural pink lips. This lightness really calms my soul. I have never experienced this deep peace. It felt like the world was beginning to spin at my feet and I felt ashamed of my Lord! I asked for happiness as big as a palm but He gave me happiness as wide as the sky stretched. Tears of freshness began to trickle from my eyes, and I believe this is the first time I have cried happily in eight years.

She, mom. Your daughter passed the audition. We look forward to your arrival in Jakarta! Said a man over there again. He said hello and ended our short call.

I put the phone on the nightstand and then dissolved in my praise thanksgiving. Right now I imagine the happy smiling faces of Kiai Hasan and Nyai Latifa, it feels like I want to run away and give this happy news.

My footsteps were restrained from seeing the clock hanging on the wall next to Fazila's childhood smiling photo.

Time's 12:25, five more minutes my daughter's coming home from school. I imagined, would immediately give a warm hug to him as an expression of my gratitude because he was there for me in this world.

I walked towards the front door, and I found my daughter coming down from a fancy white car that I believed belonged to a handsome doctor who came not long ago.

Sure enough, two strangers in my net descended from the passenger door while clasping each other's hands and showing off his happy smile.

"Yummiii!" Said my daughter while running, she almost fell but luckily the handsome doctor pulled her arm.

It feels like this happiness is incomplete without sharing it with others. After receiving a warm hug from my daughter, I immediately splashed into the kitchen.

Allahs. Thanks for everything. I'm sorry I still complain so much. Lirihku slowly, then let the handsome doctor sit on the porch with his bodyguard, accompanied by a glass of coffee and a plate of cake that I made this morning.

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