Fazila Tipan From Heaven
Final Result

Of love?

I still can't tell you how much I love her. People say that love comes from the eyes and then comes down. But for me, my love comes from the heart and then the eyes, because that's why every time I cross paths with her or a glimpse of her accidentally looking at her face my chest I can't help but beat her. Is this what you call extraordinary love? I don't know, whatever it is I wish this feeling would never wither and then die.

Alan Wijaya who always looks perfect is now no more than an ordinary man who is in love drunk. And the more stupidly, the more I fell in love with a near-perfect figure, Ummi Fazila. I muttered to myself as I stared at the stage of Hafizd. The corner of my lips lifted up a little. Am I smiling? I think it's true, I'm smiling.

On the stage already stood Fazila and Umminya and two other participants with their guardians. As I said before that my company is the biggest sponsor of this event, I have prepared special gifts for all three participants.

One hundred million rupiah for the first champion and three Umrah tickets. Seventy-five million rupiah for second and two Umrah tickets, fifty million rupiah for third and two Umrah tickets. I have also prepared scholarships for these three extraordinary children to college level, and of course one of them is my precious daughter, Meyda Noviana Fazila.

Even if my precious daughter doesn't get a champion even once I can still give her everything, if you think this event means amazing things to my life.

A sweet child of Fazila's age has just been announced as the second champion, now only my beautiful daughter and the beautiful-looking boy are left. Whoever comes out victorious I can only offer gratitude to the powerful, be able to meet my goddaughter and be familiar with her in just less than a month isn't that amazing? I think it's amazing no matter what anyone else thinks.

Prok.prok.Sprok.

Applause again filled my sense of hearing, everyone seemed impressed. Even the glitter of the Qur'an hafizd stage felt perfect and amazing to me a figure who only spent his time with a pile of work.

Haaaahhhhhhh!

The multitalented host sounded a rude sigh, I think he was also very curious about the results of the grand graduation this time. In front still seen the four judges are collecting the results of his assessment during this month. Because of the mistake of the four judges must discuss the final results again even though the second champion has been announced previously. And sure enough, it didn't take long for me to wait. In just less than a hundred and twenty seconds the result that managed to make my chest thump was already in the hands of that handsome-looking Host, and of course I was much more handsome than him.

Haisttts! I could have thought about good looks when I was at the point almost nothing just out of curiosity. My netraku looked at my beautiful daughter's face, it was still filled with smiles. I know very well, whatever the decision today will still make him happy.

"You tense? I'm tense too! And the results that are in my hands will wipe out all our fret." The Host spoke excitedly, his tone sounding up and down.

"There are two of our participants! Will the beautiful Angel of Malang the Hafizah Qur'an thirty Juz, Meyda Noviana Fazila come out victorious?

Or is it our handsome prince, Muhammad Falih Akmar from Aceh who will win it?" The host said cutting out his sentence. Implied by the big question mark from his words, I myself could not guess.

Dag.Dig.Dug-saw.

I clasped my fingers tightly. I closed my eyes while I was down. And heart? Don't ask me again! My heart does not stop berasbih, for the first time in my life I feel the atmosphere like sitting in the garden of heaven. And without feeling the tears that I had been trying to hold back from coming out finally spilled too, I shed tears in silence, but my breath felt heavier.

Alan... Hidayah has gently caressed your heart! Now your choice, will you embrace that direction gratefully? Or are you going to take it off and become more disobedient to your Lord? Now, make your choice! I muttered to myself then took a breath of relief.

Up ahead, your beautiful daughter is showing the world that being a good person is a choice, and there is nothing better than devoting yourself to God. I muttered again as I slowly opened my eyes.

Again the young host hung up his sentence. Do all hosts do the same? Makes the viewer very curious to the point of choking on his saliva.

My beautiful daughter hugged her Umminya while crying tears. While all members of the Wijaya family consisting of Opa Ade, Oma Ochi, Papa and Mama also look tense. I looked one by one at the faces of everyone around me, all shedding tears. Does this show drain their emotions? That's right, I myself experienced the same thing. I was amazed that children as small as they had memorized the Qur'an out of their heads. And at the same time I feel really sad.

"We welcome our champion this year... Sweet child pride Umminya... Meyda Noviana Fazila's....!"

Prok.prok.Sprok.

The sound of clapping again filled my auditory senses, I vaguely caught Mama's crying face while hugging Oma Ochi. I can understand why Mama dissolved in her tears, all this time she always forced her miserable son to marry so that he could hold a grandchild. And look at the Fate of Power in our lives? The Power bestows upon us the beautiful Angel of the memorization of the thirty Zuj of the Qur'an.

My beautiful daughter immediately prostrated herself on stage, I myself do not know why she did that. As far as I know, we used to do that while praying.

Ahhhh... Ja. I remember, maybe that's what I call Gratitude. The prostration that is done when someone gets a favor. Now I'm beginning to realize that I'm so stupid, even that little thing I don't know. No matter how small I may be, it will not affect my beautiful daughter.

I wanted to run towards Fazila and then hug her. Too bad, I can't do that. I have to announce to the media about her and my marriage first. Even my family who were very close to Fazila could not move from their seats, they could only feel great happiness on the bench.

"Ommy... What do you think of Ummi after knowing Princess Ummi came out as the winner?" The host asked while propping up the microphone.

For a moment, the stage of the Hafizd Qur'an was silent. There was no sound at all, the saliha woman shed tears. He closed his eyes with his right hand. Honestly, I wanted to hug her and say I was very, very, very proud of her.

"Praise be to God the Lord of the Worlds. Everything happened according to his will.

L'm... Fatimah Azzahra who always lived in silence, never expected something this big would happen in my life.

L'm... Fatimah Azzahra who always started my day by looking at my daughter's face with pride, today my pride and respect for her outweighs my respect for anyone.

I thank the Power that has entrusted the Angel of Heaven as beautiful as Fazila. Even if I should be gone today I am sincere and sincere, for I know the Light of the Qur'an will guide my Fazila to the truth in a world that begins to be filled with Temptation and Slander."

The saliha woman hugged Fazila on her knees, I want to join in that happy nuance. Too bad, I can't even move my legs.

Happiness comes without being invited, and happiness is not a right. Happiness is everyone's right, never stop yourself from being happy. And the more you are grateful the more the pleasure, the pleasure we know in the form of calm and happiness.

I don't know what will happen after knowing my beautiful daughter came out as her champion, and this is the end result. I let out a rough sigh again, after this what will happen to me and Umm Fazila? All I leave to the one with the almighty Power that holds the soul.

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