Fazila Tipan From Heaven
Breakfast Together

The true Muslim is not desperate and hopeless, he knows that with today there is still tomorrow, with difficulty there is ease, after night there is dawn, and much of today's reality is yesterday's dream.

Grief was like a starless night sky, pitch-black and felt extremely stifling. Never mind thinking clearly, not acting carelessly is already amazing.

Right now, at this moment, this minute feels very stifling, my chest feels like it will break, right now I am at my worst point. There's nothing I can do but fight.

But... Fortunately Fatimah embraced me lovingly. His love quenched my thirst, his love erased my grief, and his love like rain in the Sahara desert, I could live by it and I could breathe again because of it.

Together today there is still tomorrow, with difficulty there is ease. Really, his words can calm my heart, heal my wounds. Just hearing her words I can control my emotions. I don't know what Ummi Fazila thought until she flashed her first kiss on my soft lips. Getting a sweet treatment from him made my blood flow ten times faster.

My wild soul just flowed, as I began to misbehave Umm Fazila whispered in my ear, asked for prayers and intended all things for worship.

Assalamu'alaikum...

Assalamu'alaikum...

Tonight I return to being a priest, peace begins to gently caress the bottom of my heart. After praying, I slowly turned to face Ummi Fazila who was sitting quietly on her alphabet, smiling with a wink.

"We're done praying, now what else?" I asked in a seductive tone, my fingers touching the nose of the bull Ummi Fazila. There was no reply from her other than a charming smile that revealed her heart.

"Do whatever Abi wants! This time Ummi will not complain, for the sake of God who controls my soul and body, I accept Abi with all my soul, as a couple in the world up to Heaven." Ummi Fazila said while cupping my face with her right hand.

I started to stand up and clasped Umm Fazila's hand, sitting on the side of the bed with her. Stare at each other and drown in the beauty of her eyes. We then embrace, there is immeasurable gratitude in the soul.

I began to reveal and release the mucus used by Fatimah, a face as beautiful as a full moon now incarnated in front of me.

Dag.Dig.Dug-saw.

My chest was pounding very fast, my blood was flowing ten times faster, for the first time I saw the face of Ummi Fazila without a headscarf. His long black hair shone under the light of the room lamp.

By saying Bismillah. My soft fingers started cupping Ummi Fazila's near-perfect face. Landing a soft kiss on the top of his head, turning his right eye, then his left eye, looking at him for a moment and the kiss ended on his thin lips.

Kissing her lips slowly, and surely filled with deep love and gratitude. Now we lay perfectly on the bed, no more pillows, only unlimited desires.

"I really, really love you Fatimah. May we be together to his heaven ." I whispered in Ummi Fazila's ear, while my lips re-carved a smile.

We then played the most beautiful melody of love ever devised by man. Hugging tightly in the embrace of worship to God. Appointed in ******* both of us to give birth to noble generations. We shed all the lusts that have been lawful in the sweat when we love each other together. This is the most perfect love in human life.

...***...

I woke up at exactly 04:09. For a moment I stared at Abi Fazila's sleeping face, her handsome face showing off the serenity, everyone had their own dreams about the first night, but for both of us, our first night happened after waiting for a month.

All my fears before the wedding are now gone and replaced by countless gratitude. Now we have become a couple.

"Bie... Wake." I shake Abi Fazila's body slowly, we have to take a bath because Azan will soon be reverberating at dawn.

"Let Abi sleep, Mi. Abi's still sleepy." Abi Fazila said as he wriggled like a hot worm.

I smiled as I rubbed the top of Abi Fazila's head, I never expected to hear her mischievous remarks.

"Ummi didn't have to stare at Abi like that, Ummi's gaze paralyzed my soul."

Glekkkkkkk!

I swallowed the saliva while shaking in disbelief. The corner of my lips lifted up a little.

"Why? Is Ummi falling in love with Abi? I can understand, for no woman can be free from my marvelous charm." Abi Fazila continued while slowly opening her eyes. The corner of his lips slightly raised. He smiled as he grabbed my hand and placed it on the chest of his field.

"Gombal." Reply to me while blinking my lips.

There was no reply from me other than a nod of the head.

"Ummi best wife. I love you so much and will never argue with you." Abi Fazila held a short kiss on my forehead, after which we headed for the bathroom.

After a beautiful night it is time for us to clean up, worship in happiness so that the Grace of the Power will always accompany every step we take.

...***...

I walked towards the kitchen while showing off a smile, three women with different tasks were already there. Their faces look sad, I'm sure the rude or snapped words from Abi Fazila last night hurt her feelings a lot.

When a rude speech is thrown from the lips without thinking that short speech will stab into the heart of the person who hears it, sadness and tears will mediate the pain. When that happens, the word sorry will not be easy to remove the pain that has been there. At least with an apology slowly the pain will disappear. Apologizing won't put a person down, and apologizing won't diminish respect.

"Assalamu'alaikum's chat... Mock." I greeted Mbok Liza while sitting on the living room sofa, as it happened that the kitchen was not too far away.

"Wa'alaikum... Madame. Madam looks happy, I'm happy for Madam and Mr."

"What cooking can you cook?" I asked without taking a smile off my pretty face.

"Mrs Nani called, she said little lady likes to eat processed fish food. Because little miss is going home today, so Mbok is preparing the fish that Mbok will cook for little miss, Fazila. The breakfast of the ladies and gentlemen is also ready at the dinner table."

"Thank you, Mbok." I said as I walked closer to Mbok Liza, holding her shoulder without taking off a smile.

"Sama-sama Mistress. O yes... Someone wants to mbok kataka..."

The words of Mbok Liza stuck in her throat as soon as she saw Abi Fazila coming down the stairs, a figure that had been calm now looks frustrated. I don't know how scared he was until the middle-aged body shook? I couldn't guess it myself.

"Se-se-happy pa-gi Tu-an." Mbok Liza greeted Abi Fazila with a trembling voice. He didn't even raise his head. The two girls who are the nephew of Mbok Liza also look the same. They were no less afraid of Mbok Liza, when the atmosphere was tense like this, there was nothing better I could do than to pull Abi Fazila to sit on the sofa, she said, after that, call everyone. Three Art women consisting of Mbok Liza and her two nieces, two men in charge of guarding, and two others in charge of cleaning the park.

"Now, say all the things Abi said in front of Ummi earlier." I whispered in Abi Fazila's ear.

Netra Abi Fazila was round, she looked at me while narrowing her eyes. It was as if his gaze was saying 'Should I apologize to him?'

"Come Abi... If not now, then when?"

"Alright, Abi will do. Just for Ummi. Is that enough?"

I smiled as I held onto Abi Fazila's fingers, but she just said a simple word, for some reason I was really happy.

"Mmmmmm.... You guys are going."

"Pig... That's not how it works." This time I held Abi Fazila's arm while narrowing my eyes. It seems apologizing to the workers in this house makes Abi Fazila difficult. But, still he had to do it, I never forced him, I only gave a brief understanding and luckily Abi Fazila was smart enough to take advice.

"Listen, I'm sorry to all of you. Last night I was angry for no reason, and for that I feel sorry." Abi Fazila opened his voice between the silence of the air. His shady Netra looked intently at the seven Art standing before him.

"Are you guys going? If you left because of my words last night, you don't forgive me. My wife said apologizing wouldn't diminish the honor. I'm not forcing you to forgive me. But, if you don't forgive me, I promise I'll cut your pay this month." Abi Fazila once again.

Why do I start smiling when I hear her sayings, she apologizes or is threatening? Whatever it was I felt proud of him, the high status inherent in him did not make him a haughty figure who looked at others inferior to him.

And luckily it wasn't just me who was smiling, Mbok Liza and her colleagues were also smiling. Just like before, I am currently filled with a burning sense of gratitude.

"Assalamu'alaikum's chat... Ummi, Abby. Fazila's home."

I looked at Abi Fazila with a smile, our sweet daughter is coming home for the first time. She doesn't come alone, there's Mama Nani and Papa Otis. Not only that, there were Oma Ochi and Opa Ade as well. It's really a surprise. I thought we were going to spend some time together, and the first thing we were going to do was have breakfast. Breakfast together.

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