Fazila Tipan From Heaven
It'll be Beautiful in Time

The brown and golden yellow sweeps dominated the two-story mansion. Two guards were seen enjoying his night coffee while standing guard at the front post, his eyes as sharp as eagles, every one of them coming and stopping in front of the gate they immediately moved to ask.

Is there anything I can help you with?

What need is it?

You from where?

We will reconfirm with the master and mistress, if he allows, you can meet him! If you don't have permission, I'm sorry you can't get in!

The speech became a mainstay for the two guards standing behind the iron gate. Their bodies were stocky, and their martial abilities were no longer in doubt.

"Good night, Mr. Alan!" The middle-aged guard greeted me with a happy smile. This is our second meeting in three months.

There was no answer from me other than a nod of the head, the two guards standing on the left and right were not disappointed to see my cold behavior towards him, because they knew the attitude I showed during the time they spent in the mansion was always the same, not greeting anyone who tried to be pretentious with me.

Five minutes later I was already sitting in the living room, sure enough. Bani and her parents were joking with Opa Ade, I was annoyed by the sight in front of me. I wanted to get away from all the silliness that was in front of me.

"The purpose of our arrival...."

"Become let's talk..." My words quickly cut off Papa Olivia's words, I think I already know what words he will take out of his lips next.

"Big? You call her Bani, and not Olivia?" Mama asked with a surprised look. I could only sigh rudely at the insignificant question from Mama.

"Aante! Oliv and Mas Alan have known each other for a long time, we are one school. Oliv meant High School." Olivia replied without removing the smile from her beautiful lips.

"Waws... That's very exciting news!" Opa Ade continues to fulfill happiness.

"Let's talk, just the two!" I said it again while looking at Olivia with a mediocre look.

Olivia nodded slowly. For a moment I looked back at Mama's middle-aged face, as if she really liked Olivia, the graceful girl with the soft word silk. Unfortunately that beauty and gentleness can no longer penetrate the depths of my heart.

"I know your purpose in coming to see the Wijaya Family at Opa's request. Looks like Mama really likes you. But, sorry, not with me!" I said quickly after we sat down on the park bench. I am the type of person who is always firm in making every decision, whether it comes to personal life or work, abstaining from me to long-winded, what else is it about feelings.

"I don't like this match. Mama urged me to get married because she wanted grandchildren. To me, women are beautiful creatures to look after. Not a dairy cow for such a purpose." Say it again, this time with a firm tone of voice.

For a moment I stared at the beautiful face sitting in front of me. The face that had been showing off a smile as beautiful as Full disappeared somewhere, it seemed like my speech was like a dark cloud that covered the beautiful charm of Olivia.

"I'm not the same Alan you used to know. Alan was once very naive and stupid. Alan was now full of wounds and regrets. I don't want to give false hopes to a girl as beautiful as you. You can get a much better man than me. Once again, don't expect anything from the relationship you're trying to have with your family, because what you want will never happen." I said again, in the same tone of voice, slowly but firmly.

I got up from my sitting position and left Olivia alone. She's a smart girl, I'm sure she understands every word I say firmly and straightforwardly.

I did not want to be in the big house of Wijaya residence, I decided to go home without telling Mama and Papa. I'm sure they will be disappointed, but they have to get used to the situation.

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"Do you need anything, say it?" I asked while shaking his fingers.

"Have Kiai gone home? Where's Fazila?"

"Hyai, Fazila now lives in the Dormitory. For the next month he will not be able to visit Nyai. Nyai must recover and watch as Nyai's granddaughter is in that big contest!" I said with a smile.

"Hopefully hope to be healed soon. You should have accompanied Fazila. Because of Nyai you're stuck here..." Nyai Latifa said regretfully, that pale face showing off her sadness as well as regret.

I could only smile at the words of the middle-aged woman who was still lying weakly. For me, nothing is more important than his recovery.

"Fazila is already there to accompany, so Nyai need not worry. Everything is arranged by the Power, we will meet someone if the time is right. Fatimah pinned Fazila on the Powerful, may the boy be fine wherever he is." I said slowly, trying to calm Nyai Latifa who was carried away by the atmosphere.

"The event that Fazila participated in was a large-scale event, all of Indonesia witnessed the event. What would you do if the TV station asked about Fazila's biological father?"

The duarrrrrrrr!

Nyai Latifa's strict question was like Lightning striking in broad daylight. I've never thought that way before. For a moment, I looked at the pale face of Nyai Laifa, she was filled with question marks. Questions I myself have no answer.

We'll meet someone when the time is right. It felt like the words I had just uttered to Nyai Latifa slapped the bottom of my heart.

How could I meet that brash guy? I don't know where he is and what's his name? Every time I remember that damned night, it feels like I want to be gone. Without Nyai Latifa realizing she had doused salt water on my old wound.

My sweet daughter is seven years old, but I don't know when God will meet me with that brash man! I don't know what destiny I'm living! I felt like giving up, but Fazila's beautiful smile was always bracing.

Allahs...

I want to get angry!

To whom will this anger be poured out?

I want to ask you, don't make my sweet daughter suffer hardships and sorrows. I looked up while showing off a smile. My heart may scream, but my lips must not speak harsh words.

"One day Fazila will surely meet with her father, perhaps today or the day after, all Fatimah's decisions leave to the Power." Saying slowly, Nyai latifa was seen sighing violently at my brief words. I knew he was not satisfied with the answer I gave.

The wind, the rain, and the dust know my sorrow. Either fate is playing tricks on me or I'm impatient. What happened suddenly all immediately felt bland. I don't know when I can see a full-color rainbow, it seems that now there is only black, dark, and thick.

Nyai Latifa understands my sadness. He patted me on the shoulder without letting go of a smile, his eyes as if telling me 'Patience, everything will be beautiful in time'.

Yes, I also hope that everything will be beautiful in time, only I do not know when the beautiful time will happen, now I just understand the words of Nyai Latifa, destiny cannot be forced, fate can not be imposed, and life is beautiful because we don't know what's going to happen tomorrow.

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