Fazila Tipan From Heaven
Fairy Pride

Mentari had just come out of her contest, yet a sweet boy made a boisterous home by the sound of her crying. Since last night he whined because he did not find the Quran that he used to memorize.

"The Quran is worn out dear, Ummi promises to buy you a new one this afternoon." Convince me.

"I don't want a new Ummi, I want my Quran to be the point." The sweet boy said sulking.

"I love my Quran, because it was the first Quran that Ummi bought. If I can't find him, I promise I won't talk for an hour with Ummi." Said the boy again, this time while looking back at me with his small body.

The sweet boy ran out of the house while carrying his pouting face.

"Fatimahs. What's wrong with Fazila?" Say someone from outside the house. It made me turn to the door to see who was coming this early.

"His coming?" I asked slowly while glancing at the plate in his right hand.

"Fazila whined last night because she could not find the Quran she used to memorize. I do not know where to look for the Quran, because I do not know where it is. I've been trying to find every corner of the house. Unfortunately there is no." I said resignedly while taking his innate from his hand.

"Of course it's not in your house, because Fazila left it in Kiai's house." Hearing Nyai's words it felt like all my worries disappeared.

"Thank God. Nyai know? The little boy always forgot some of his valuables and he started to realize it when he got home. Usually he doesn't like to lash out, but this time it seems like he's very sad to think of losing the Quran that he loves so much." I said as I sat beside Nyai whom I had considered to be my own mother.

"That means Fazila we love the Quran very much. And Kiai says this week Fazila we're going to Akbar's graduation. Congratulations son, you managed to educate your son to be Ahlul Quran." Said Nyai while hugging me. I can feel a mother's affection from her touch.

I was so happy that tears came out of my eyeballs. There is nothing happier for a mother than her children to be successful. And today my sweet daughter is presenting her greatest success by becoming a reciter of the Quran.

"You know son? If Fazila's lashing out, she'll run to the kiai complaining that you're a very good mother who never gets angry, and she's a bad daughter because it makes you see her cranky." Say Nyai while letting go of her embrace.

Nyai and Kiai are noble-hearted married couples. In his old age he had no children who would be his successors, although I and my daughter were strangers they always welcomed us with open arms.

That is how humans should live next door.

From Abu Shuraih Radhiyallahhu 'anhu narrated that the prophet Sallallahu 'Alaihi Wasallam said:

"For the sake of Allah, do not believe. By Allah, do not believe. By Allah, do not believe. "A friend asked, "Who is the Messenger?" He replied, "The neighbor is not safe from his ugliness." (Dh.Bukhari. No.6016).

In other history explained.

From Abu Hurairah Radhiyallah 'anhu said the Prophet said "Whoever believes in Allah and the Last Day then let him not disturb his neighbor." (Dh.Bukhari. No.1609) and (Hr.Muslim. No.2463)

"Son, Fatimah. This morning Kiai requested that you come to Tahfiz's place. He said there was something important he had to tell you about Fazila." Nyai Latifa.

"What's wrong with that kid Nyai, is he making trouble?" I'm worried.

Fazila is a good princess, but sometimes her acting attitude can cause problems. Already several times he accidentally damaged the goods in Nyai Latifa's house. Fortunately Kiai Hasan and Nyai Latifa did not mind that, still I as her mother had to work hard to replace the same items as my daughter damaged.

"Hey, did Fazila ruin anything again?" Ask me with a curious look.

Nyai Latifa smiled as she gently rubbed my face. I could feel a mother's sincere affection from the way she treated me with her gentle demeanor.

"of course... No. gabe. Do you think a princess as sweet as Fazila would do the wrong thing behind your back? Kiai even loved that innocent child so much. And that reminds Kiai of our daughter who's not Fazila's age."

Hhmmm! I sighed feeling guilty seeing Nyai Latifa shed tears.

"I'm proud of you, son. You managed to educate Fazila to be a child who loves the Quran. And the best parents are the parents who make their children Ahlul Qur'an." Latifa smiled as she clasped my fingers.

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"The Ramadan ceremony that will be Sponsor's boss, the director just called. They hope to meet the boss soon. When will the boss meet them? If the boss wants I can adjust the new schedule for the boss." Bobby's words managed to break my daydream.

"As far as you go." I just said it.

"Boss, this morning Miss Nani called. He asked the boss to go home to the big house." Bobby ducked while delivering a message from mom, I knew the secretary I hired ten years ago understood well I didn't want to go home to the big house.

As I recall, the last time I came home to that big house was five years ago. It was forced because Omma was sick and forced me to go home .

"Tell Mom I can't go home!" Sayapku.

"Boss Alan. I don't know what problems have made the boss change over the last eight years. Whatever it is I can only hope the Boss is always happy." Say Bobby with a sincere feeling.

Bobby knows I'm not as happy as I used to be. Because after finishing his words he came out of my office, I was left with my silent life.

I leaned my head on my big chair. No friends or relatives.

"Ma. Pa. I miss you guys, unfortunately I can't go home. I'm just a bad person who doesn't deserve your happiness. Please don't forgive me, because I don't deserve it." I quietly wiped away the tears that began to spill.

I decided to get out of the mansion and live in the Apartment alone. All the families are against my unilateral decision, but I can't be banned by anyone. Maybe my stubbornness is down from Oppa, which is why Oppa calls me a cold-blooded young man. I'm even colder than anyone.

I'm gone! I've been gone for eight years. No more soft-hearted Alan, nor cheerful Alan. There was only Alan full of pain. Every time I tried to close my eyes, the shadow of the face of the woman I had taken her purity from seemed to dance on the corner of my eye.

The woman asked why I did that to her, I don't know why myself? The devil in me is like dancing happily because I have committed an unforgivable sin. Tell me, how can I stand in the midst of my family if I cannot stand for myself.

I wish that woman was still alive and cursed me for the rest of her life. I would never be able to stand in front of him just to say the word M-A-A-F.

...***...

My daughter was busy repeating her memorization when I arrived at the residence of Nyai Latifa and Kiai Hasan.

"Son, congratulations. Among the 50 children who memorized the Quran, Fazila successfully graduated this week." Nyai Latifa said and it made me cry.

And now I stand while listening to the sweet voice of my daughter reading the Quran.

I was standing where Fazila could not see, but I could still hear her soft voice. Nyai Latifa looked at me, then she asked me to come into her house because Kiai Hasan was waiting for my arrival.

Assalamu'alaic... Say me while entering the house that has a Middle Eastern-style decoration. The couple greeted me with a smile. Even before I entered his house, on the table was served tea and snacks. The courtesy attitude of a believer in welcoming guests was shown by the middle-aged couple.

"Fatimah, son. You have registered Fazila for the Hafiz Quran contest on television." Kiai Hasan opened the conversation as soon as I sat on the Maroon-colored sofa.

"Hafiz Qur'an's Contest? What's the Kiai max?" Askaqua.

"Fazila we're smart kids. Within a short period of two years, he managed to memorize thirty juz of the Quran, hoping he could inspire other Muslim families to educate their children to become Hafiz Qur'an, because of that, my father registered Fazila as one of the audition participants this year." Kiai Hasan was proud.

I am the most proud. Fazila is my Pride Fairy, there is nothing better than this. Listen to God for your limitless gifts.

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