Fazila Tipan From Heaven
Admiring the Same Man

An hour ago Kiai Hasan was back in the hospital, he seemed happy whatever he had in mind. He doesn't usually behave like that.

After giving Nyai Latifa a meal, I sat on the sofa and tidied up Nyai Latifa's clothes, two days later she was able to go home. That means I can accompany Fazila during the contest without worrying about Nyai Latifa's condition anymore.

"How did Ummi feel? Is it better?" Kiai Hasan asked his half-baby wife while sitting on the bench on the right side of Nyai Latifa.

"Alhamdulillah, now Ummi feels much better. It's just that Ummi's leg on the left is sick if moved. Same Ummi's head still feels dizzy." Nyai Latifa replied slowly, her face carving a smile. And that was enough to make Kiai Hasan feel calm.

"Ndock... You and Fazila will stay in the dorm. You don't have to worry about us. God willing we will return to Malang after witnessing Fazila's first appearance." Kiai Hasan continued without taking his eyes off Nyai Latifa. Sometimes he glanced at me who was sitting on the sofa by the door.

"Why do you have to go home so soon, Bi? Ummi still misses Fazila!" Reply Nyai Latifa with a heavy voice.

"If Ummi still feels at home living here is okay, later Ummi can stay at Ustadz Muis house. Kasian pesantren Mi, Abi's feeling is not good too long away from Pesantren." Reply Kiai Hasan without diminishing his respect for the wife who has accompanied half of his life.

"Yes that's.... Ummi ngikut Abi only." continued Nyai Latifa resigned.

"Fatimah, baby. Tomorrow, the first day your daughter is on TV, you have to be with her. Nyai is okay even in living alone. There are still nurses accompanying!" Nyai Latifa said as she looked at me with an affectionate gaze.

"O yes, dear, Fatimah. I forgot to tell you, the apartment that you occupy belongs to my friend Araf. You met him on TV, he's a good guy." Kiai Hasan seemed happy to talk about the man, but he only knew him.

"Is he really that good? Kiai seemed happy just by remembering it." I asked after preparing all the needs of Kiai Hasan and Nyai Latifa.

"Some time ago he went to Pesantren, he looked cold, but he was a really nice guy. He even donated hundreds of millions of rupiah for pesantren." Reply Kiai Hasan tried to explain.

"He also talked to FaziIa, it seems like Fazila likes him!" Kiai Hasan said again.

"If that person is really nice, then it won't be difficult for Fazila to get along with him! Kiai looked at how easily the boy was familiar with Dr. Araf." I reply, this time I put Nyai Latifa's clothes into a small bag and placed it on the table beside Kiai Hasan.

"Tomorrow, the young girl will pick you up, and for the next month you will be acting with the other guardians, you will forget all your worries and anxieties. Enjoy your time, and don't think about us. It's time you felt happy." Said Kiai Hasan in her soft voice.

Honestly, I was astonished to hear her soothing remark. I wanted to ask Kiai Hasan, how did he know my fret? I did not even report my fretfulness and uneasiness on the pillow that had always been the backrest of my weak body.

I wanted to ask, but all my words were clenched in my lips. Even so, I can only smile at her sincere words, in my heart I pray that everything will be fine.

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Meanwhile in a different place, Olivia and her family have just arrived at their luxurious residence. Both of Olivia's parents looked happy, their middle-aged faces had not let go of a smile since they were at Wijaya's residence. Had they both known what their beloved daughter Olivia heard about her natural rejection, they would have thought nature was not friendly to her perfect life.

"Pa, Mama really likes Alan's son. He's the perfect handsome guy for our beloved daughter. Mama's really looking forward to making Mrs Nani our best friend." Mama Olivia showed her happiness in a different way. Whenever he was happy he would eat chocolate and some other snacks, and this time he did.

While Olivia, she could only sigh. Hearing the direct rejection from the man she kept in the depths of her heart was painful, only a smile of compulsion could she show in front of her Mama and Papa, hoping that his heart would feel the calmness again just like before.

A long and sad night finally passed as well, this morning Olivia was already in her car, and it did not take long for her to arrive at the stationTv, which is not the case, the station that will broadcast the show that he was also involved in, the show Hafidz Qur'an.

"Hey... Seren! Are you here too?" Sapa Olivia is no less enthusiastic than Seren.

"Yes... I'm right here! In the same place where I stood before." Seren seemed to be sighing harshly.

"I'm going to shoot until nine, this schedule is very boring. But this is all I can do to get rid of my anxiety!" Seren again explained.

"Wound? Whatchu mean?" Olivia looks curious.

"We've been friends ever since I modeled on every project you did. You remember, right? I used to tell you that my fiancee was the perfect man. Some time ago there was a problem in our relationship, he was angry with me. And right now I'm trying to persuade him to come back to me." Said Seren who is currently filled with enthusiasm, the spirit to get his love back.

"Then you? What are you doing here?"

"Today's the show I'm sponsoring is going to be filming the first day." Reply Olivia.

"What way?"

"The Way of the Hafidz Qur'an."

"Cliihhhhh.... Are you not sane? Why are you involved in such an event?" Seren showed dislike.

"My mother-in-law's candidate took part in this event. The man I really like was also involved in this event, he's the biggest sponsor of hafidz." Olivia replied without taking her eyes off the face of Beautiful Seren.

"Haha... So you're on this show just to make a good impression on that guy? You really have big plans." Seren chuckled at Olivia's words. Seren is easily familiar with Olivia, it turns out they have little in common, not easily give up on something they consider to be hers. If only he had known that they admired the same man, could he have seen the face of his rival? I don't know.

While it was in a different place, Fazila had just finished preparing, she was using a floral-patterned robe. He looks nervous. Even his hands started to sweat.

"Mmmm..."

"Nnnl..." Call my sweet princess. It seems my dull voice surprised him a little. Not only was his hands sweating, his forehead was sweating as well. That means he's a little freaked out.

"What's wrong with brave princess Ummi? Haven't fought yet he's already seen going to surrender." I held onto Fazila as I hugged her in a happy embrace.

"Ommy... Fazila's scared!"

"Fearful? On whom? Did Ummi ever scold you? If that is true, may Allah replace Ummi's heart with a new heart, a heart filled with compassion." I whispered in my sweet daughter's ear.

"Not to Ummi, but to everyone who would look at Fazila with a look of wonder!" Reply Fazila while looking at my face. The face filled with smiles. Actually I was the same, I was nervous, I was afraid that my daughter would get hurt for attending this event. Like I believed before, I believe everything will be fine.

Gusti Allah's... Protect me and my daughter. Keep us away from sadness. I'm in my heart. I could feel my sweet daughter calm down, because that was all I wanted, Fazila felt calm, safe and comfortable in every circumstance.

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