Fazila Tipan From Heaven
The Hafizd Qur'an

I've been up since three o'clock in the morning, my whole body hurts all over. Somehow Fazila continued to whine, as a result I could not rest even for a moment.

Aahhh.... I forgot, I fell asleep and it was no more than ten minutes. The sound of the alarm coming from the top of the nightstand surprised me very, very much. I yawned many times and I covered my mouth with my right hand.

"Ommy... Fazila's scared!" My sweet daughter walked towards me while looking at my tired face. Fazila sat on my lap while tightly hugging my pained body. I honestly want to grimace in pain. Unfortunately I can't do that, a mother is a source of strength for her children and myself? I don't want to look weak in front of my sweet daughter, Fazila.

"Why is princess Ummi afraid? Is not the merciful and merciful God always watching over his servant?" I asked as I raised Fazila's chin, the look on her face explaining everything, she didn't want to go anywhere.

"Listen to Ummi, boy! The best of man is useful man, and wherever we are we must spread goodness.

Ummi hoped that anyone who saw Fazila's performance would be motivated to memorize the Qur'an. Because Ummi knows nothing can defeat the glory of the Qur'an." I said while whispering in the ear of my Salih princess. There was no reply from Fazila other than her warm embrace. And I know, every time Fazila hugged me tightly, it meant that the sweet boy was trying to let go of all the pain in his heart.

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Meanwhile in a different place the crew who will take pictures for the graduation of the grand hafizd Qur'an this time has worked very hard. The layout of the lights or lighting has been arranged perfectly. There is no shortage on the stage this time, and it cannot be denied that the closing ceremony of the Hafidz Qur'an this time costs a lot.

"Hay... Miss Seren, what brought you here? I didn't expect to meet you at the hafizd Qur'an. It's really a big surprise." Sapa a tall man while carrying an important file on his left hand.

"I am honored to meet Pd. Surya is in this place. It's me who didn't think you could be involved in a kids' show like this." Say Seren while staring at his interlocutor.

"Well... I also never thought I would be interested in an event like this, unfortunately my brother is lying weakly in the hospital. Inevitably I had to help him finish the work he had started. And luckily, I've been involved with this show since the middle of the month. I think this show is so amazing and so inspiring." Reply Pd. Surya without removing a smile from his face.

"O yes... The show was sponsored by Mr. Alan Wijaya, do you know that...?"

Haha... Seren pretended to laugh just to hide his ignorance.

"Well... I think you already know that, Mr. Alan must have told you everything. Especially now that you're engaged, we're just waiting for an invitation letter from the two of you. You're so lucky Miss Seren, to have Mr. Alan as your companion is tantamount to you winning the lottery with an infinite number of parables." Connect Pd. Solar.

Seren could only pretend to smile at the words of the middle-aged man in front of him. His little brain again thought hard how to get the man he had wasted, and now the amount of love he had made him almost non-returnable.

"alright. Enjoy your time, I'll have the staff bring you a drink." Pd. Surya, then left Seren alone.

Some time ago I saw Alan with a woman, who was that woman? Compared to me, that woman is nothing. There's no way Alan left me just because of that tacky woman. Before it's really too late I have to act. Seren muttered while biting his lower lip.

Seren had just walked with his manager, not expecting him to be surprised by the sight that was very disturbing his soul. He wanted to destroy everything near him. Too bad, he could not satisfy the turmoil in his heart because there was nothing nearby other than sturdy walls that seemed to be mocking him.

"Pig..." A boy runs and ends up in the arms of the man he loves so much, and it really makes Seren's soul burn with jealousy. It felt like he wanted to teach a lesson to a child who dared to call his beloved with the call 'Abi'.

Slowly Seren walked while clenching both hands, he was getting closer trying to steal the talk of the boy who managed to make his anger even more so.

"Why is Abi coming now? Fazila misses Abi. Fazila wanted to be in Abi's arms, and Fazila wanted to be in Abi's bribe!"

"Abi also misses the voice of dear daughter Abi. Abi misses the embrace of the beautiful princess Abi, and worse still Abi can not breathe because very, very, verytttt misses the daughter of Saliha Abi." My sweet daughter Meyda Noviana Fazila tightened her arms even more.

"Why is Abi's daughter so crybaby today? Did Umm Fatimah not feed Abi's beautiful daughter? Look at it later, Abi will definitely scold Umm Fatimah!" I pretended to be angry.

"No. Abi did not need to scold Ummi, among all the Ummis it was the best.

Without thinking for a long time I immediately carried her make up shell, because I was sure Umminya must be there. Previously Mama also said she would meet Ummi Fazila. Compared to everyone, I believe Ummi Fazila was the most worried and frightened. And I'm afraid the outcome of this race will affect the soul of my beautiful daughter.

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"So pretty boy! Miss Fazila's father is very lucky to have a sister as his companion." Said the young lady who had just finished dressing me up.

Plain blue gems that are combined with the color of the head covering fabric are in line. Added with a brooch as a complement attached to the chest. Makeup that looks simple beautifies my appearance.

"Waaahhh... Ummi is so beautiful! Abi didn't blink." Fazila gave her opinion as soon as she entered my makeup room. His innocent attitude made me want to smile happily. I admit I never look glamorous, I also rarely use beauty products. It's not that I don't like it. Merely, the intention of giving my best to my sweet daughter forced me to work harder than anyone else.

"Fazila knows Ummi is very beautiful, but today Ummi is really beautiful, more beautiful than the days before." Follow my sweet daughter while clasping my fingers.

"Look at the face, Abi! That face blushed red. One more minute Fazila was sure abi's handsome face would be as red as boiled shrimp." I don't know where my sweet daughter learned to talk like that. I'm sure this must be because Amir, the puffer boy was always flippant and it affected Fazila.

"Maafff... Fazila exploded Abi. After Abi looks happy, because Fazila feels happy Fazila to the point of not being able to resist teasing Abi." Say my pious daughter while she scratches her ear. A second later he came out of the makeup room to meet Oma, Opa, Grandma Buyut and Grandpa Buyutnya in the studio five in the mbak Amelia who had just finished dressing me up, now we're both left.

I quickly stood up from the front of the mirror then opened the door wide, I did not want anyone to talk badly about me, at least by looking at the door open we would be spared from slander.

"Ummi Fazila how are you?"

"Good!" Short reply.

"Today Ummi Fazila looks so beautiful!"

I again heard the same comment, unfortunately I can't smile at him as much as I smile at Fazila. I heard his words but I couldn't look him in the eye.

"I'm so grateful that Umm Fazila decided to accept me. I know it's so hard, I know it's so hard. Choosing together with a person who incised many wounds like me was a big decision for Ummi Fazila.

I pray to the Power to be a good priest for our little family. And for the sake of realizing it all I began to learn many things about Religion, especially not forgetting to study and read the Quran. Slowly I'll fix everything." The owner of the beautiful face ducked while holding a small pillow that was on his left.

Really, there is no better word than this. And I know I'm still uncomfortable being around her, but slowly as she says I will try to always be nice to her. Sincere is indeed very difficult, sometimes even with great effort we have done there is still a feeling that stuck in the chest, only with the help of God will everything be fine.

"Thank you for your effort. By saying that you have made me feel a great relief.

And yes... What I said yesterday forget it. I've spilled all the grievances that were on my chest and now I'm fine.

As you said, we will start everything from scratch, maybe in the process you will feel upset or angry at me, even so stay patient. Because marriage isn't always about laughing together." I said while carving out a thin smile.

There are some wounds that are difficult to heal. When the heart aches, it is not the streets or throwing away the filth we need, sin, when the heart aches we have to do is to get closer to the Power in order to provide freshness and strength so that we can rise from the pain and slump that stifles the chest.

Today I start smiling in front of him, tomorrow or the day after tomorrow I don't know what else. Whatever it is I hope everything will be okay. Akbar's graduation hafizd Qur'an this time really made me tense. But now that tense feeling seemed to evaporate! Either because of hearing this man's convincing words that made my fret disappear or instead I was happy because his family accepted Fazila. Whatever it is I can only surrender to God, the God who holds my soul is also sad and my love. I muttered to myself while getting up from my sitting position because it was time to be on the stage hafizd Qur'an. I don't know why I feel so sad because today is the last day.

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