Fazila Tipan From Heaven
Defenses

I was just getting out of my seat when a young waiter opened the door of the VVIV room with a dish. Before I actually left, I once again looked at the faces of the four people sitting at the dinner table. Their faces still looked lethargic, and it wasn't much different from me.

"Bring the dishes back! We're not hungry! We don't want to eat!" I heard Oma Ochi. Despite this, I still stepped away from them, I would not be able to eat after hearing their request, a request that made me feel extremely upset.

Meanwhile, in a different place, the sweet figure of Saliha was engrossed in murajaah along with her four group friends. They listened to each other's recitations, and once Ustadz their guide improved the recitation of his disciples, the guiding face was calm and patient.

"Fazila... Your reading is good! You must remember, when performing on stage you must be calm, you must not rush to read the Quran." Ustadz said while showing off a smile.

"Tomorrow you will perform, on stage you will be opponents, we are not talking about who is the best and who is the worst! But, here we learn about who can keep his memorization and practice his knowledge." Follow Ustadz the guide again.

Each participant was divided into six groups, each group consisting of five children. This time Fazila was the same, he was grouped with two girls who were the same age as him, namely seven years, and two of them were men.

"Now you can rest. Remember, tomorrow afternoon you must gather in the Hall. We will practice before you perform on stage, may Allah make it easier for you to memorize and practice the contents of the Quran, may the Grace of Allah always be poured out for all of you." Ustadz said the counselor again. After reading the prayer, the children shook hands and left their guidance counselors.

"Nnnl..." My sweet princess waved her hand as she accelerated her footsteps. I waited with the other guardians, sometimes we often shared stories about our lives while raising children until they grew up to become Hafidz Quran at a relatively young age. I salute the other guardians, their totality in educating their children. May my sweet daughter always feel happy like any other child.

"Ummi waiting for Fazila? Whoa... It's a real surprise." Said my sweet daughter as soon as she stood in front of me. There was no answer from me other than a nod of the head.

"Ommy... Does Ummi know?" My sweet daughter's words hang her sentences.

"Of course Ummi doesn't know because beautiful princess Ummi didn't say it! Now tell me, is there a pa?" I asked after we were a little away from some of the other guardians.

"Friends of one group Fazila, his name is Faiz. Today in front of ustadz he flattered Fazila. She said Fazila was beautiful."

The plain words of my sweet daughter made my face engrave a smile. A second later my thin lips pursed, my hands holding her chin, I watched every inch of my sweet daughter's face. I don't know why I started laughing. Fortunately there was no one beside the two of us, if there was anyone other than me and my daughter, then I would be so embarrassed that I could not show my face anymore.

Laughing off is common, but for me it's unusual, it's not my style and it shouldn't be done by me alone or in a crowd, smiling is enough to express happiness.

"Ummi taste Faiz right! You're more beautiful than anything in the world. Every speech that comes out of your lips is like a beautiful work of art." I said while pinching my sweet daughter's bangir nose.

"Who was...? Ummi's daughter!" Reply to my sweet daughter while kissing the back of my hand. We both smile back at each other.

"Fazila's eyes are as sharp and as beautiful as Ummi's eyes! Fazila's nose as big as Abi's. Fazila is as smart as Abi. And Akhlak Fazila is as beautiful as Ummi's character! Uufffff... Maafff!" Please call my sweet daughter again. His face showed regret.

My sweet daughter apologized? Apologies very rarely come out of his tongue, I noticed he ducked while picking out his ears. The face that had been showing off a smile was now dissolved in long regret. Slowly I ducked, a second later my body was aligned with the height of my sweet daughter.

Abi's? I think my sweet daughter regretted saying that one word in front of me because she knew clearly during these eight years I was crying and drowning in a black hole that only I myself knew how bad it was, pain and shame of me.

"Beautiful daughter Ummi need not regret it! All this time you've been asking where your Ab is, now you know where your Ab is?" I asked as I raised my sweet daughter's chin.

There was no word from her thin lips, she answered my question with a nod of her head.

"Ummi is not a cruel person! You can meet your Abi whenever you want to meet him. Now you don't just have Ummi. You have Oma, Opa, Grandpa Buyut and Grandma Buyut.

Sometimes adults are easily injured, and to be able to heal from the wound it takes a little while. Even though Ummi has a problem with your brother, you should still be a devoted daughter to your parents.

Ummi wouldn't like to see you memorize the Qur'an if the teachings in it were ignored. Ummi preferred the beautiful princess Ummi to memorize the Qur'an and practice all its contents.

In the Qur'an surah Lukman that you always read, every child is encouraged to do good to both parents regardless of the condition of their parents. Then you should be devoted to both your parents no matter what. Do you understand what Ummi means?" I asked without taking my eyes off my daughter's pretty face.

Again there was no reply from my beautiful daughter, she nodded her head slowly while looking into my eyes. As much as I hate that jerk, I will never teach my Salih daughter to be a hateful figure.

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The time was 11:19 when someone knocked on my office door with a loud knock. The pile of work that was still neatly arranged on the table made me ignore the beats that continued to interfere with my concentration.

"What's wrong with you? Are you upset to see me show up in front of you unannounced?"

"Dol-dak!" My reply was brief as I closed the report I had in my hand.

"I think you're back to Malang! And worse, I don't think you know the way to my company, so you never show up in front of me.

Looking for you is like looking for a chameleon! Did you not dare to meet your mother this time? Don't tell me you moved the hotel again?"

There was no reply from Araf, he just nodded his head and then headed for the refrigerator to grab a soft drink.

"I'm not hiding anything from you, so you don't have to ask me anything. Instead, I came to skin you! Today you won't escape my question."

"You came to skin me? Basic suck!" Reply with a thin smile.

"Yesterday, I accidentally met Aunt Nani. He told me that the entire Wijaya family met a woman! Is that the woman they met the woman you used to tell me about?"

Araf looked at me with a sharp look, as if his gaze held a question. At first I tried to ignore it, but I failed.

"Wahh... Apparently true! So the woman in your dream really showed up? I thought it was just your illusion!" Arap said as he threw the small pillow in his hand at me.

"Did you meet the woman? What did that woman say? Is she pretty? Is she sexy? Which family is he from? Is he rich? Do I know him? Who's she???"

Hearing Araf's question, I could only be silent while looking at his sinless face, again he looked at me with a sharp gaze, but this time I would not be easily swayed by his question, but this time I would not be easily swayed by it, a question that would disappoint him if he heard the answer.

"Are you going somewhere far away? Why are you asking so many questions? I don't even know where to answer your question!" I replied as I grabbed the cold drink Araf had placed in front of me.

"Well... I think you're right. It's just that hearing Aunt Nani's story made me start to get upset!"

The mama? What did you say to upset Araf? Maybe Mama? There's no way Mama's asking her to marry me! If that happened, he would definitely be furious! I started muttering to myself while looking at Araf's annoyed face.

"She's a very arrogant woman. Selfish. Stiff. And stupid! He may refuse Aunt Nani's sincere request to marry you. If I were you, let alone think of a woman like her, I would have driven her away from my life." Araf grumbled while squeezing the small pillow on his left side.

Platyakk!

I threw Araf in the face with the little pillow he had used to throw me. Of course Araf was surprised. Had we not been involved with the serious talk I would have laughed off seeing her shocked facial expression. The jaded and cheerful Alan began to return.

"Don't talk like that about her, she's a kind woman. He's not as selfish as you say. She is also not a stiff and stupid woman, she refused Mama's request not to marry me because she is a Self-Sustaining woman.

Everyone has anger and selfishness in him, but him? She's not that kind of woman. He's an angel with no loopholes. I made a patal mistake. An unforgivable mistake, if anyone else thinks the same as you do about that woman? Then I make sure you and them are both narrow-minded.

Because of me she suffered, only she herself knew how much suffering she was going through because of me. To get his apology is not easy at all. She was not wrong for refusing Mama's request, I just felt disgusted to look me in the mirror. What's more that woman, I'm sure she must have felt disgusted and claustrophobic being near me then how could she have accepted Mama's request!" I said with a heavy voice.

There is a deep sadness that is currently eating away at my soul. It was very painful to hear the rejection from the woman who became the mother of my sweet daughter. I have to get her sorry first.

"I don't know what you did wrong to him! I hope you and the woman make up as soon as possible.

The first thing you have to do is to connect the cord with him, slowly the wall of his hatred will begin to erode bit by bit." Said Araf with his sad face.

Had Araf known the figure of the woman we were talking about, I'm sure he would have thrown his fist at my handsome face. I myself do not know how to tell Araf that this matter is a matter involving the three of us. It is with a heavy heart that I say, I will defend my dear daughter at all costs, may Araf not misunderstand and our friendship remain until Heaven.

Alan. Not only do you want your daughter, you want her mother too. Now you have to work hard to get her sorry so you can hold her hand to heaven. I muttered to myself again. Not only muttering, I even did a defense for the mother of my sweet daughter. Whatever people say about him, I believe he is like a diamond stored in glass, his beauty radiates light, his gentleness exceeds silk, and his morals are as pure as water in Heaven. There is no shortage in her, thanks to her my sweet daughter's body becoming a soul-cooling Pearl. My Meyda Noviana Fazila is worth more than the earth and everything in it.

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