My best friend, Maduku
Contrition

"Fazal...!. Keiya... !. Cepet in !."

Seeing the dense overcast weather made Fyzha worried about his two nephews who were still engrossed in playing in the side yard.

The two two-year-old boys were very excited to catch goldfish in the fish pond.

Their behavior is increasingly making the people who are guardians must be extra patient in dealing with their behavior.

Specially today. Fyzha who deliberately visited Cirebon to see him his nephew who is very adorable should be served with their behavior. Because this morning, they suddenly asked to catch the fish in the fish pond. They were given a tool to catch him but they refused and asked to just plunge into his pool.

Fortunately the fish pond is not too deep and only limited to the calves of adults and around to the waist of Fazal and Keyya.

Two of his caregivers immediately refused their request but instead made them cry and complain to his grandfather. And Aryan who is very fond of both of them certainly can not bear so by resignedly allowing it is important that must be in adult supervision.

Fyzha stood by his pool to persuade the twins. "Fazal, Keyya, it's like it's raining big. Let's catch the fish ?!."

Being well persuaded still does not make them obey. Fazal and Keyya were still laughing while chasing fish to catch.

Fyzha has lost his patience. He immediately removed his sandals and went downstairs to catch the two boys and forcefully carried them out of the pool before the rain actually fell.

The twins are acting up. They ran in the water so as not to be caught by the hands of the tent. As a result, because the water is torn for hours and coupled with those who run there makes the fish dizzy and weak.

"Fazal, Keyya!, you made Auntie angry huh ?!." Fyzha's murmur was starting to get overwhelmed.

Fyzha returns after his two nephews who have yet to turn themselves in. The long and wide pool made Fyzha a tribulation of his own. Moreover, his clothes that had been soaked were increasingly making his steps heavy. I don't know why he was the boy did not feel the same way as Fyzha when they were soaked until his hair was like being in the shampoo.

Jedderr !!

"Aunty..!!!."

"Aunty...!!!."

Both of them immediately screamed from hearing such a huge lightning sound. They immediately drew closer to Fyzha and hugged her tightly in great fear.

Fyzha was similarly shocked, plus seeing the frightened faces of his two nephews left him with no heart. Fyzha immediately lifted the two and carried them out of the pool water.

Arriving on land, their two nannies immediately approached and took over both.

"Breathe with warm water !." Fyzha was too worried about his two nephews.

Fyzha who was still standing in his place turned towards the fish pond whose water was already very murky because of the actions of Fazal and Keyya. Moreover, seeing the fish that have been mabok and like going to die. Fyzha only shook his head in light of the behavior of his two sons.

"Bas with you." He muttered softly with a smile of annoyance mixed with the thought of how the behavior of Fazal and Keyya is very Masya Allah !.

Fyzha did not go straight into the house. He prefers to meet employees who usually take care of plants at his parents' house.

"Miss, you why ?." A middle-aged man was of course shocked by Fyzha's unreasonable appearance.

"Hehehe, it's okay mang. Oh yes, mang, later kurasin fish pond yes because it was made out of swimming with the twins."

"Ehh, yes non. Mamang will take it down."

"Yes, mang. Thanks."

"Together, non."

Fyzha again left the gardener of his house and immediately went into his room to clean up.

After taking a shower, Fyzha went out to the balcony of her room and watched the rain spatter that began to splash on the ground.

A week ago was the day he did a very fatal thing. He really felt very guilty for doing something that was clearly violated by religion.

The shadow of the bad event kept looming in his mind and it made him even more blame himself who was too stupid in acting.

No tears were welling up in her eyes. "Sorry Fyzha, pa, ma. Fyzha was too stupid to do such a heinous thing... Fyzha's body has been dirty... Can Fyzha still hope to have the perfect soul mate of her religion ?,... Oh God..." Fyzha's chatter almost disappeared with the wind blowing strong.

Forgetting that he had just taken a bath, Fyzha sat on the balcony floor with deep regret.

Miss, what are you doing ?!.

You seduced me with your circumstances like that.

If it makes my mind calmer, do it !.

Are you serious ?!,

I don't care!, what matters is that my heart and mind are calm. So, it doesn't matter to me.

Fyzha's getting worse. The shadow kept echoing in his head.

We don't know if we'll see you later !.

Miss, are you ...?!

I don't care...!!

Do it...!!

"Aarghhh...! No... !!. Hicks !. Mamma... Papa's..." Fyzha's body curled up under the rain. His body trembled hugging his own knees.

"Yes Allah.... Astarghfirullah... Achaghfirullah...." His words softly before the coldness enveloped his entire body.

Fyzha grew shivering with the cold but he also did not want to get up from his seat. All he had in mind was regret, regret and regret. He regretted his own stupidity. He did not know who the man was and he had never seen the man's face before the incident.

Somehow his fate will be. At the age of thirty years, he did the fatal thing that made him lose himself.

Fireflies began to scatter in the vision. A sudden feeling of dizziness hit his head. The sound of rain was getting away and the eyes began to blur and then darkness entered his vision.

Fyzha lay helplessly under the rain which was still very heavy. No one knew about his current state of fainting on the balcony of his room.

The sun that was being covered in gray clouds still continued to move for sure. Bring his light to return to his contest in the western horizon.

The rain slowly stopped leaving a puddle of water everywhere in every corner of the earth as well as a body that is now frozen on the balcony floor.

Outside his room, Ningrum stood in front of Fyzha's room door. He called his son but Fyzha did not open the door and even said no.

The atmosphere made Ningrum anxious. She immediately called her husband about the situation. Because, usually Fyzha never act like that.

A few minutes later, Aryan came and went straight to Ningrum who was still standing while continuing to bang on the door of Fyzha's room.

"Something happened to Fyzha, mas ...." A mother's anxiety made Ningrum unable to hold back her tears from sliding down her cheeks.

As a father, Aryan also began to be beset with anxiety. The door to Fyzha's room was locked from the inside, meaning her daughter was inside.

All employees in the house also joined the scene when hearing the voices of anxiety that continues to be done if the homeowner.

"Punten, sir. Here's a spare room key, miss." One of the house officials who was a security officer in the house offered a collection of keys that were made into one.

"Where is the key to this room ?!." Aryan asked no longer able to calm down.

"This one, sir..."

Aryan nodded and began to put the key in the hole, and it was difficult because from inside the key was also entering.

"difficult. The key inside is still stuck."

"Astaghfirullah's... Then how, um?, I'm sure something's going on with our daughter..."

Aryan was getting anxious. There was no other choice but to break the lock.

Without further admonition, Aryan immediately broke down his door, in a failed first attempt. For both, the security party had participated and only with two strong waves could the door finally open.

Ningrum immediately ran inside. "Sat... !!."

"Fyzha !."

From the dressing room there was nothing, continuing in the bathroom which was also empty. Switch again in the same workspace as well as the same library.

"Master, Madam... Miss Fyzha !." Shouted one of the house employees who also helped find.

Aryan and Ningrum immediately ran towards the balcony. Seeing the condition of Fyzha's body lying horribly made Ningrum scream hysterically.

Aryan immediately raised his daughter's body and brought her into the room and laid her on her bed.

Everyone other than Ningrum and the two female servants, walked out of the room.

Aided by the two maids, Ningrum with a roar of tears immediately changed Fyzha's clothes that had been drenched in sweat replaced with dry clothes. Not to forget also one of his servants activated the room temperature to make it warmer.

Shortly after Fyzha was cleared, a doctor who had been called Aryan came and checked Fyzha's condition.

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