Fazila Tipan From Heaven
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Ting.Tong.Ting.Cong.

Someone violently knocked and rang the bell brutally. Knowing that there was no answer from the owner of the room, he grew furious. Time had just shown at 20:00 but his anger was growing.

"Open door! Do you want Mama to call the Hotel Manager and kick you out rudely. Hurryttt!" Said the middle-aged woman, she shouted as she banged on the door loudly, even louder than before. Five minutes later...

Vekrekkk!

The door opened from the inside, a look of unfriendly face greeted Amri as soon as he opened the doorknob. It felt like he wanted to rebel, unfortunately Mama's sharp gaze from her young master was as if he was skinning her.

"Do you want to get fired? How dare you ignore me! If you dare to act like this again don't blame me for cutting off your wings! You are useless!"

"Ma-maafff Madam, actually I can't open the Mistress door because of Young Master..." Amri's words were stuck in his throat as soon as he saw the middle-aged woman currently standing in front of him barging in. How surprised the middle-aged owner was to find his only son doing something he had never done before.

"Mrs Sir..." Amri's words stopped as soon as he saw the middle-aged woman he respected so much that she gave a signal to be silent.

"Sssss!"

Five minutes passed with silence.

"Mama is here? Since when?" Araf asked as soon as he finished his prayer, he asked as he walked towards the sofa where his mother was sitting, the face looked calm.

"Basin' bad boy! Do you think Mama wouldn't know if you were hiding from Mama? And her? He's a useless bodyguard! Mama asked him to be a spy, he ignored his duty."

"Eeeiii... Mama doesn't have to blame her, she's very loyal." Bela Araf for his personal bodyguard.

"Mama didn't hear wrong? Since when do your kids defend others? And since when did your son start praying? My mom asked you to do that. But, still, you're pretending to be deaf. Thankfully, today the Almighty God gave you his faith.

After Allah has given you Hidayah, never throw it away. How many people get guidance but he does not want to take it. Faith is a Pearl in the Heart of Man, do not waver even because of love."

It felt like Araf wanted to shed tears upon hearing his mother's advice. Usually, when his mother gave advice Araf would pretend to listen but behind his back he would not hesitate to joke with any girl without his mother's knowledge.

Aunt Linda is amazing. The young master was very lucky to get Mama as good as him. If Mom were alive, she would have done the same thing Aunt Linda did. Lord, Amri misses Mother, put her in your best place. Aami... Amri muttered to himself as he walked backwards leaving the Mother and Child to speak seriously.

"Mr... Araf is in love!" Doctor Araf said as he ducked. Long enough he was silent while waiting for the response of what his mother would give. Unfortunately, there was no response from Ms. Linda, which is why Dr. Araf slowly lifted her head. Her chest was pounding, her little brain was still imagining what answer her Mama would give in her great rage.

"Araf says Araf is in love!" Doctor Araf repeated his words while looking at his mother's astonished face.

"Mama should say waw, then?"

"If you're angry, just tell me you're angry. You don't have to be quiet like that!"

"Didn't your son fall in love too often? Why did Mama comment again! Teri, Meri, Princess, Ayesa, Alina, Alisya, Dinda and lastly Luna. Should Mama give a different response?

Even if Mama forbids you to fall in love you'll never follow Mama's words, because Mama knows you're as stubborn as your Papa!" Close Ms. Linda while looking at the handsome face of her son.

"This time is different, Mom! She's a good woman, and she's Wa-ni-ta with that kid!" Doctor Araf said nervously.

Hearing her son's words, Ms. Linda looked furious. The face that had carved out a smile now turned tense.

"You can fall in love with anyone! But not with married women! Did Mama ever teach you to take someone else's wife? A woman with one child? It's nonsense!" Grumpily Bu Linda while looking at Doctor Araf with a sharp gaze, as if that gaze would skin his interlocutor.

"Mr... She's a good woman, she's not anyone's wife, she's just a single mother."

But, for now you should go home. You should say hello to your Papa! Don't you know him? Every time you make a move Mama's gonna get rubbed. The child does not know himself!" Grumpy Bu Linda again, he smiled as he stretched his arms, a second later Doctor Araf fluttered into the arms of Mama who missed him so much.

...***...

The haru atmosphere that still enveloped the hospital room Nyai Latifa felt stifling chest. Me, Kiai Hasan and Nyai Latifa are still in silence.

I can clearly see that Kiai Hasan is currently still in deep sadness. His eyes did not stop shedding tears. How fortunate I am to be this despicable, every suffering that comes almost paralyzes my soul, but God sends an Angel without her wings to take care of me and cry with me.

This time Nyai Latifa was still crying with a hiccup, the middle-aged woman looked pale, no matter how much Kiai Hasan tried to comfort her, her tears still could not stop dripping. There are no words I can say in this situation, I am still looking for a way to escape this sadness.

"Ommy... Already the cry of Ummi! If Ummi keeps crying, what about Fatimah? The past is only the past, we cannot change the past, but we can change the future.

Our obligation as parents is to make sure our children stay happy, and of course help them heal from their old wounds. Don't add to his wound by acting bellicose in front of him. Only a fool would choose to remain behind, while time goes on to leave him far away." Said Kiai Hasan while stroking Nyai Latifa's shoulders slowly.

I still duck in silence. What would happen to my daughter if she knew her ummy was so crybaby? I slowly took a deep breath and then violently exhaled it from my lips. My gaze cannot be separated from Nyai Latifa and Kiai Hasan, they are both the figures I love and admire the most in this world besides my sweet daughter.

"Now, Nyai no longer needed to worry about Fatimah! Right now, Fatimah is fine.

Fazila loved her brother very much. That means, Fatimah also has to accept his existence. Although it is difficult, Fatimah will always try. Try to be more patient when you are around him. Trying not to scold her for Fazila's sake. And try to forgive him for Fazila's happiness."

Hearing my words, Nyai Latifa instantly stopped her crying. And after seeing my resigned face, Kiai Hasan was able to breathe with relief. I understand very well, a Muslim must not keep a spiteful, envious, arrogant, reckless nature, let alone a grudge in his heart. When angry, we are advised to be angry for no more than three days, I know that, it's just that my heart needs time to heal from its wounds.

All this time I have never held a grudge against anyone, nor have I ever hurt anyone. I was hurt but I did not hold a grudge against him, I was angry with him because that was me venting that anger, but not with a swear word.

"That guy? What's name?" Kiai Hasan asked in a barely audible voice, I could feel there was sadness in every strand of his short question. Two pairs of my eyes belonging to Nyai Latifa and Kiai Hasan looked at me with curious gazes.

Ahhhh name? I forgot, Kiai Hasan and Nyai Latifa will definitely ask that! His name was on the tip of my tongue, and somehow it still felt heavy to say that name. The shadow of how he threw the cloth over my head was still spinning in the memory of my brain. And it still shackles my eyes, heart, ears, feet and hands not to hear every word he says. I muttered to myself, and again these tears were dripping without being weathered. Slowly I removed the corners of the eyes with the back of my hand.

"Son, if you can't name that guy, then don't do it! Kiai can sense that you haven't recovered from that dark past trauma." Said Kiai Hasan while looking at my sad face.

"Na-ma A-L-A-N W-I-J-A-Y-A!" I said with a vibrating voice. Not only was my voice trembling, my entire body felt like numbness. For the first time I dared to mention the name of that man, the man who had given me a deep wound in my black and white life.

"God willing!" Kiai Hasan spoke with tears. He looked back at me with a look of affection, a fatherly look at his beloved daughter.

"Is he the same Alan that Kiai thought he was?"

There was no answer from me other than a small nod of the head. He was indeed the same Alan, Alan who met Kiai Hasan in Malang, Alan who had made a large donation to his boarding school.

"For today you can go home, you must rest in peace. Don't think about anything else. We are your parents, and our job is to make you happy.

Even though we are not bound by family ties, God knows we treat you and take care of you more than family members." Say Nyai Latifa while rubbing chest.

I don't know what Kiai Hasan and Nyai Latifa are thinking. Behind that serious face was a pent-up anger. Sometimes I am angry, but in my heart, I will never be unfair to anyone. Now I'm fine. No more anger left, all that anger has disappeared and replaced by the charming smile of my sweet daughter Meyda Noviana Fazila. Whatever happens in the future, I leave everything to God, the God who holds my life and death, God.

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