Fazila Tipan From Heaven
Hafizd Qur'an (Part2)

In the soundproof make up room sat a woman with a furious rage. The look in his eyes was as sharp as a dagger, his breathing felt tight. It felt like he wanted to spit out all the oaths of absorption on a foreign figure who dared to disturb his calm.

He sat down while hitting his chest slowly, it was so painful that even breathing was heavy.

Is this how you repay my love? I know I was wrong! Didn't I apologize? What is the need to hold a grudge when you love me so much? My love is so sincere, nothing can beat my love. Look at it later, I'll definitely break that woman's wing. A woman who dares to approach you. No one can take you away from me because you're only mine. Only mine! Ahhhhhhh!!! Seren muttered to himself as he stared at his angry face in the mirror.

He screamed loudly in hopes of eliminating his frustration. Too bad, the more he shouted the more he was filled with anger. It is not easy to get rid of anger for a heart that is always used to holding grudges. Revenge is like a disease that will eat away at the soul, the greater the feelings of resentment and envy the further we will be from happiness, because never happy souls who always expect evil for others.

"I'll kill you! I'll definitely kill you!" The screams again filled the makeup room that was only inhabited by Seren. If she was not in the soundproof room then her loud screams would disturb the staff who had been passing by in front of her makeup room.

Hiks.Hiks.Hiks.

The sound of the screams now changed into cries, wails and roars. It turns out that all women are the same, no matter how strong they are in front of others as big as they are trying to keep their pain. And as evil as anyone is, there is a weak side in him. When the fragile taste comes to greet, the suffering will not be able to be contained by a lump of meat called the heart.

"I will definitely punish you! No matter how far you go I'll pull you, no one will take my Alan, no one."

The roar of Seren's breath filled the hearing senses of a foreign man who was currently standing pecking behind the door leaf. It was a pity that his presence was not even noticed by the graceful woman who was venting her frustration on the mirror that was even innocent in the slightest.

"You shouldn't have destroyed that mirror! What if you get hurt? You don't even care about yourself, so what do you care about a man who doesn't care about you? You idiot!" Said the man standing behind the door leaf while holding back his frustration.

He stared at his phone with tears in his eyes, Seren's portrait plastered there. The graceful girl who once gently stroked her heart with love even though it was very short but it still felt memorable in the bottom of her heart.

Love is like that, once he releases his arrow then no one knows where the arrow will stick. Actress or doctor, even the king even though that status is no longer a barrier.

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While it was in a different place, the event Hafizd Qur'an almost met its ending. Applause from the viewers who witnessed the appearance of two other participants who had just finished filled the studio five hafizd Qur'an. The rendition that the two boys had just shown was truly extraordinary.

As I had in mind, the stage of the Hafizd Qur'an this time was completely different from before. The three core jurors were talking seriously, sometimes they smiled as they stared at each other. There is also a new jury that was deliberately brought specifically from Negri Negri. Shaik's face looks shady, his mustache and beard look began to whiten even though the charisma emanated from his half face looks shady and soothing.

"Our two proud sisters performed extremely outstandingly. Among all of us, no one can deny that.

And our proud jury has also acknowledged the greatness of our brothers." The young host said with a big smile, the look on his face explaining everything that he was so happy and proud. Spending this month made the young host feel close to the sisters of the hafizd Qur'an.

Actually I'm very sad. It was so sad to be speechless. Nevertheless I am sure we are all looking forward to the coming of today, the most stressful day. Let's welcome our sister Meyda Noviana Fazila's last performance."

Dag.Dig.Dug-saw.

By jove. My chest was pounding so fast, hearing my daughter's name made me misbehave. I don't feel okay. I think my heart will jump out. If I get this tight then what about Meyda?

Meyda's? I always call my daughter like that if I get scared. For a moment I stared at the audience seat, on the back corner I found the man sitting while stroking his chest, he was also seen to be breathing rough while closing his eyes.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Kazakhstan. How you doing, son?" The young host reopened his voice.

"Good, brother."

"How are you feeling this time? There were already two of your best friends who performed so stunningly, what if you lose?" Said the Host while holding the little shoulder of my pious daughter.

"Fazila knew that Fazila's two best friends were amazing. Ummi always said, winning or losing a contest is normal. And whatever the result, Fazila leave everything to God." Reply princess salihaku while showing off a charming smile.

I heard his wise speech while staring at the face down the man.

That guy? I still call Abi Fazila that name. Didn't I ever say I didn't dare to say his name out loud and clear. I don't mean to be selfish, it's just that everything still feels weird to me. What do I need to do to strengthen my heart? Again my tears dripped without being able to be weathered again, sad and haru. That's how I feel right now. I think Abi Fazila feels the same way. I don't really know him very well, only after speaking a few times it made me understand him a little.

The young host smiled with applause, followed by everyone in the studio.

"Fazila, Son. Abi saw Fazila was very confident. Abi hopes that Ananda can answer all the questions that Shaykh Maulana will ask." Continued the tall Juri, her half face showing off a charming smile. I'm sure anyone who sees his smile will be lost in happiness.

"alright. Let's start with the first question. May Allah grant Ananda Fazila his mercy so that Ananda Fazila can answer all questions with ease." Said the oriental-faced Shayk.

For a moment the majestic stage was silent, my holy daughter was seen taking a deep breath and then exhaling it rough from the lips.

I looked at Bu Nani's face, Mr. Otis, Opa Ade and Oma Ochi alternately, and my gaze ended on the handsome face of the man. I don't know what he was thinking until he couldn't look at Fazila. The handsome face was still down when the oriental-faced Shayk started reading Bismillah.

I have a mission to find someone I can make friends when I like and mourn. There is a kind of attraction to each other in every friendship. There is no friendship without interest. That is a bitter truth. And I myself still think Abi Fazila would be someone I can count on? Who should I ask? Without thinking any harder, I took a deep breath and exhaled slowly from my lips, staring at the smiling face of my sweet daughter Meyda Noviana Fazila, may Allah grant Mercy to her so that the daughter of Saliha conditioning my eyes and my heart can answer all the questions of the oriental-faced jury.

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