Fazila Tipan From Heaven
Stranger

Dusk had just arrived when Seren entered his room, a day outside the house made him look chaotic. What's more, all day this activity just monitor from a distance all Alan's activities.

Ever since Alan broke off the one-sided engagement no more light came to his life. It felt like the lights were off, wherever he faced his face was dark.

"Miss, tomorrow you have a photo shoot at the Wijaya Hotel." Report Manager Seren's. Instead of being happy, Seren instead snorted in annoyance. The canned drink he had opened was forced to be the target of his anger.

"Fuck all those schedules, cancel them all." Seren shouted in the aftershocks with his matan water that began to spill.

Just this time he realized that he loved Alan so much, repeatedly the handsome man who was blessed with all the perfection that she wanted him to marry, asked him to, unfortunately, a million reasons are always thrown from the lips tupisnya.

Baby I'm still busy! Baby I can't be a mother! I am still so glad I want to succeed! Baby I'm like this, baby I'm so, baby I want this, baby I want that. There are many more reasons that he makes. If time can be turned back, there is no reason for him to refuse the complete peria.

Hikk...hikkk...! Seren filled his room with a voice of regretful groaning. The crying was no longer useful, and he could do nothing.

"Didn't Papi always ask you to get married! But what have you done? Ten years is not a short time for an Alan to wait for a woman like you!

Thousands of women are ready to be his wife. While you? You ignored him instead. Papi tried to unite you with the bond of marriage, but you destroyed everything. Ahhhhhhh!" Seren began to cry a hiccup, the anger of his papi managed to make him relive the sweet memory of Alan.

"Here Pii is, Papi doesn't need to remember those bad memories. Remembering that made Mami upset. Is Papi not thinking about our daughter's feelings?"

Hearing his wife's words, his papi Seren could only snort in annoyance. He left his daughter's room carrying a rage that almost made it difficult to breathe.

"Alright, baby. Forget everything, maybe Alan's not your soul mate. Because God will never make a mistake. Remove these precious tears and smile."

Hearing her Mama's words, Seren could only pretend to smile.

"Mommy might be able to forget it, but I'm not!" Lirih Seren was slow when his mother was no longer visible to her neutrals.

"Alan's... This story started with my consent, and it won't end without my permission either. Has your heart changed? What kind of woman would dare take my Alan? I'll make sure to cut off the wings of every woman who dares to fly at you!" Seren was upset in solitude.

"I'll make sure no woman dares to take you away from me, because you're just mine." Seren said again, this time he was really attached.

The silence he felt for days made him think a lot about the future he wanted with Alan. The ordinary love he lived during the time he spent turned overnight into an extraordinary love.

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In need of two people in the game of Chess, sometimes your colleagues will make moves that can make you lose, or it could be you who won. And no matter how strong the wall you build to fortify yourself, there will be a gap for the enemy to destroy you.

Check Matt.

Everything will end in one step, if you yourself stop thinking about winning against the challenge.

As well as the one I experienced this morning, my motherly soul has defeated my ego.

Every time my daughter's birthday arrives, it feels like a heavy burden is squeezing all over my body. I'm weak.

I am a mother, so I will always strengthen myself. Just like Hajar who did not give up for his son Ismail AS.

"Eehh ma'am Fatimah, what can I help you with?" Ask a vegetable seller.

"So Lisa's malem story, he said Kiai Hasan included Fazila in the Hafiz Qu'ran race, is the mother really Fatimah?" Ask the vegetable seller again.

Lisa's?

Aah, yes. I remember, Lisa was Fazila's friend. And now I'm talking to Lisa's grandfather, Mr. Parman.

"That's right, sir. Now that Fazila is still Audition, pray that Fazila will escape and be able to represent our village." I said politely as I looked at the middle-aged peria in front of me. He smiled then handed me two pieces of twenties.

"Aalahhh, just auditioned so proud. At least the boy did not escape. That's a proud memorandum." Said one of the men standing right behind me.

I was shocked and annoyed at the time hearing his words. Memorizing the Quran was no small matter, and his thin speech was like a loud slap that landed on my cheek.

Innallazina kafaru sawa'un alaihim a anzartahum am lam tunzir - hum la yu'minun.

Surely the disbelievers, it is the same for them, you (Muhammad) warn or you give no warning, they will not believe. (Qs.Al-Baqara-6)

If a man's heart is closed by Allah, then no matter how hard you attempt to enlighten their soul, it will end in vain. Even so the ugliness must still be straightened out, the goodness must not be left behind and the effort to remind each other not to be unindicated. Because the lucky person is the one who always reminds in kindness.

"Get away or not, God decides the outcome. What matters is that we as humans have to work. Tomorrow may have been planned, but that doesn't mean it will go our way. And the one that Miss Rt said 'Pronunciation is proud' is the Quran, I am very proud of my daughter being part of the people who love the Qur'an." I said out loud, I hope no one gets offended.

"Bu Fatimah was right, only a fool would not be proud to have a Quran memorizer in his house. Miss mam Rt... You don't have the right to say that to Fatimah, she's a good person." Cape mr Parman.

"That's what makes this woman proud, every problem there is always someone defending her. Why am I proud of him and his daughter, and I don't know if her son is legitimate or not, where is his father?" Ms. Rt shouted loudly in the crowd, like in a lightning strike in broad daylight, my whole body felt weak. My breath felt heavy, finally the thing I was afraid of happened as well.

People started questioning my little angel. A question I don't know the answer to.

I wanted to stuff the middle-aged woman's rough mouth with the words in my hand. But I can't do that because I'm a Muslim. A Muslim is like an open book and his behavior as its content,

"Hi fat woman, it's.... You, how dare you make a fuss in public. And you ask someone else's child, does he have to answer your question? Quickly leave before I call the police?" Said the young man with a typical European face.

The look in his eyes was sharp like an Eagle, his handsome face was murmuring a positip aura. All the women who looked at her would be bewitched, but not with a mother of one child like me.

"This time you're safe, next time I won't let you go!" Say bu Rt while showing his upset face.

"Don't think about what that old lady said Fatimah, I'm sure she's never happy in her life." Said another vegetable buyer.

I could only nod my head while smiling slightly at him. And the man who had defended me was still standing, he looked foreign, because I really did not recognize him.

I'm so grateful to him, he's just a stranger, but he's willing to defend me. There was not a word that came from our lips other than a small smile. Netra we still met when one called her name.

Araf...!

I clearly heard the middle-aged man calling his name Araf.

Thank you, Mr. Araf, I hope we don't see each other again. And even if Destiny brings us together again, may that time be better than this meeting. Lirihku slowly while leaving the crowd.

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