Fazila Tipan From Heaven
Rules After the Wedding

Dag. Digs. Dugs.

As usual, my chest was pounding very fast. Even my breath sounds irregular. As much as possible I try to control myself to keep looking good in front of him. I don't want to look like a beast in front of a woman who is even more precious than my life.

Assalamu'alaic... I want to meet you, there's something important I want to say! When will Ummi Fazila be able to see me?

Three hours ago I tried to be cool by sending a short message from my phone, Bobby who suggested that I meet an important client I ignored because I miss Saliha's woman so much. Netraku wants to see it. I could not prevent my heart from missing him, nor could I prevent myself from running towards him. Is this Love? Or is it just an obsession? I don't know, even my common sense can't tell the difference between right and wrong. All I know is that every moment I miss her so much that I feel almost gone, and I don't want to breathe in a place where she and my dear daughter Meyda Noviana Fazila are not.

Wa'alaikum... I don't know what else is important to you! Even if it's heavy, I'll still find you.

The corner of my lips lifted slightly considering the reply message from Ummi Fazila. I want to laugh so happy for my heart. Too bad, I feel like I'm in a racecourse because my breath feels breathless. Believe it or not, the reply to the message that said 'When it's heavy, I'll still meet you' it feels like rain, rain that will bring life to the earth that has long died from dry scorching, I feel I have new hope that Ummi Fazila will feel the same feelings as me, namely sincere feelings, dissolved in affection and love.

"Tell me whatever you want, I'll listen." Ummi Fazila began to open a voice between the silence of the air. He looked at me and I looked back at him.

Fazila Ummi? I still can't call his name as I please, the sins of the past make me have no right to call his beautiful name.

"With all my heart I say, I am willing to marry Ummi Fazila. I will not force when the time is, because Ummi Fazila will determine it.

What kind of marriage Ummi Fazila dreamed of then that's what will happen." My words are blunt. Really, I gathered a lot of strength just to say those short words.

Stupid Alan, where's all your courage? In your company you're like a lion that's always roaring, while here? You're nothing more than a rabbit. I murmured inwardly as I stared at Ummi Fazila's downcast face. That pretty face always ducks every time I look at her.

I've heard from Mama, a Saliha woman will keep her eyes from things that are not halal for her. His eyes are not beautiful, he is like a flower that guards itself with its duration because he knows it blooms only once, and only a capable person can get it.

And one more thing, we always sit at one table and talk to each other at my hotel restaurant every time we meet. Don't get me wrong, in every corner of this place stood dozens of people who would see us without being able to hear what we were talking about, why? Because that's how Ummi Fazila looks after himself, he always says if we're just the two of us then the devil will be his third party.

"Every woman has her own thoughts on how her marriage will take place. Family get-togethers, invited guests, parties, music, delicious food, and just don't know what else is in it. Unfortunately, I don't have much to say about it all.

I'm just a simple woman, I'm happy with my life and I'm grateful for that. You also already know the source of my happiness, if my daughter is happy then I will be happy, if my daughter is sad then I will also be sadder compared to her.

The cesssss!

My chest was pounding more and more, my blood was flowing faster, the look in his eyes imprisoning me in his beautiful charm. Honestly, I've never felt this much love before, whether it was Seren who became my ex-fiance, or Bani who became in love during the gray white.

For a moment we were both silent, dissolved in each other's minds. I don't know what my little brain was thinking until I dared to look him in the eye. And this happens very rarely. As soon as the memories of our second meeting came back to my mind, he was so angry that he slapped me in the face, but look at it now? Ummi Fazila was very gentle, even the words he said were able to shake my soul even though I did not look him in the face.

Hhhmmm! Araf how are you? What would she think and feel if she knew we were getting married after the graduation of my daughter Meyda Noviana Fazila. May Araf be well and not dissolve in his long sorrow. I knew this was the first time Araf loved such a big woman, I really didn't expect us two friends who had never been separated before were now stuck on the same feelings and on the same woman. Whether this is sad or not, I wish we were both happy. I muttered to myself while holding my chest, my chest feels tight from thinking about Araf's sadness.

"The marriage we are going to do is purely because of Fazila. I can force myself to be happy only in front of Fazila, I can't force myself to be happy if it's about you." Ummi Fazila said in a short speech.

For a moment we again dissolved in silence, which sounded only the sound of pull and exhale. Even every servant and bodyguard that stood at every corner that could be seen by me just stood in silence. There were also those who were sitting while staring at the table where I and Umm Fazila were sitting. No one would dare to comment badly, because I've asked them to shut up. From the past until now no one dared to refute my words, if anyone dared I would break their wings so that they would not dare to oppose me. Am I not cruel? I'm not cruel, I don't like people who talk a lot and spread lies. That's all!

"I will do my duty as a wife. Sweeping, mopping, washing, cooking, I can do that without the need for ART help.

Don't mind me if you're home. We will eat and drink separately. I'll eat after you eat.

We will sleep in the same room but in different beds. You can sleep on the bed and I on the couch. More important than anything, there is no physical contact between the two of us." Ummi Fazila said while staring at my black netra. The nether shade emits a light of sincerity.

I want to laugh to express my happiness. Living with him under one roof? That's enough for me. Will he do everything for me? It's not necessary, knowing she's okay is enough for me.

We'll stay in the same room? My brain focused only on that speech, my chest pounding very fast, faster than before. I feel this feeling that every man experiences whenever they are close to the Angel of his tribe. He said there was no physical contact between the two of us. I could understand that because the past wounds I had inflicted on his heart were still very clear, and it was visible on his almost perfect face. I think it's a rule I have to live by, a rule after marriage.

Its alright. I accept all the conditions you give me. Your presence by my side after going through many wounds alone is an incredible gift, now I can stand with confidence. Which other favors will I deny? I murmured with a smile saying yes to her every word, because I knew there was nothing better than this.

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