The Desired Angel of Heaven
Chapter 120
Faiq was still checking the report file that Rudi put on the table. That afternoon Handoko was on duty outside the city to see the progress of the sharia hotel branch construction in the city of Bandung.
“Bos, it seems that assistant sir Handoko has resigned,” said Rudi slowly while compiling some files that have been signed by Faiq, “I heard a week ago he had been proposed to a widower. And will be married later this month.”
“Who?” Faiq asked with his hands still busy signing the finished file he checked.
“Bu Latifa,” replied Rudi casually, “Three days ago he was facing HRD section. Does the boss reject his love?”
Faiq shook his head to hear Rudi's words. He also refused to answer Rudi's question.
“If you are old, there are still many who are happy with the boss. Duren palm. Cool widower, sarange duwit.” Rudi said with a cry.
Faiq glanced at Rudi at a glance, a smile rising on his face. Without commenting he continued to sign the dossier.
“Didn't the boss want to get married again? It has been four years since the boss. Are you not afraid of rust?”
Faiq stared intently at Rudi whose mouth was like chilli. But Rudi's employment made it very helpful. Rudi understood the rhythm of his work. And his silly behavior becomes his own entertainment for Faiq when he is really sad.
“Many men are out there who have high loyalty towards their spouses who have left. So did I. My children are the source of my happiness. Ariq and Ali have already started college. I must be able to prepare both to continue the business of the late bang Tama, fortunately Bimo mas reliable. He is a hard worker. Sometimes his lifestyle worries me. Hopefully he soon finds the best soul mate for him.”
Rudi was silent at Faiq's words. He knew, if he had told about his six children then Faiq would be excited. His whole heart and soul only thought of the growth of his sons and daughters. Even he was willing to leave the meeting if he got a call from Marisa if there are things that concern his children or just a meeting of the parents of students at school.
“Hasya new class 2 SMA. Fatih and Khaira will also finish Junior High School, while Junior will go up to 5th grade SD.” Faiq's eyes glazed over as he said that, “If I get married, I won't be able to monitor their progress. They are the light of my life.”
Rudi stayed mangosteen hearing the words of Faiq. He could no longer interrupt. He also knew that Latifa loved their boss, because she also took part in the night Latifa could be in Faiq's office.
His intentions are good, wanting Faiq to open his heart and be able to forget Hani to start a new life with a woman who has loved him for a long time. But what power, Faiq was not interested and remained firm with his beliefs.
“Bos is an exemplary and reliable papa. Almarhumah mbak Hani must be proud to see the boss successfully deliver the children to achieve their goals.”
“Aamiin, thank you Rud. You have always been my best friend,” praise Faiq sincerely.
That morning Ariq woke up as the dawn of dawn had reverberated. He immediately took ablution and went out of the room. Ali and Fatih and Darmawan have been waiting because they will pray together’ah to the mosque.
“Papa where not yet visible?” Fatih looked around him yet to see Faiq's figure among them.
“Maybe your papa is too tired. Last night at 10 o'clock just got back from the office. Let your papa pray at home. Yok, the hunt in the mosque is already iqamat …. “ Darmawan herded his grandchildren to immediately go to the mosque.
Darmawan, Marisa and her six grandchildren are ready at the dinner table to enjoy breakfast but the figure of Faiq is not yet present among them.
“Kakk …. “ Marisa calls Hasya who started scooping fried rice onto her plate, “Call papa gih, until now has not been seen. Don't still fall asleep. Your father, if you've worked until you forgot the time.”
“Good oma.” With a big smile Hasya walked towards Faiq's room which was located at the front.
“Pa, papa ... awaited breakfast ...” call Hasya slowly while knocking on the room door.
“Ih, papa jam is still sleeping. It was also afternoon kalee ..” Hasya smiled slightly continuing to approach the bed.
There was no movement from the bed. Hasya looked at her father who was still in bed. Usually it is enough to call once Faiq immediately reacts.
“Papa ..” Hasya called louder than usual, but there was no doubt that Faiq would wake up.
“Oma, opa, why didn't papa answer?” hasya's loud screams made everyone in the dining room come to fill Faiq's room space.
Marisa is moved beside Faiq's bed as Darmawan opens the blanket. Faiq's face was smiling in the shade with his hands in a qiyam state.
For a moment Darmawan felt dejavu, remembering the figure of his late daughter-in-law. He quickly put the fingers on Faiq's nose to confirm his feelings. He immediately contacted dr. Agus whose house is still a complex with their residence.
Ten minutes later dr. Agus had arrived at their residence. As soon as he examined Faiq's pulse and breathing, dr. Agus shook his head.
“Innalillahi wainnailaihi rojiun …. “ Darmawan said softly.
Marisa was stunned unable to say anything. His proud son first left them all behind. Silence becomes sorrow. The heart-wrenching cries of Hasya and Khaira broke the silence.
The atmosphere of the house that was once quiet is now starting to be crowded with guests who come to worship. The news of Faiq's sudden departure shocked everyone, from immediate family, co-workers to clients at the company. His officemates while working at the religious court also came to offer condolences for Faiq's departure.
Rudi opened the cloth to see the figure of the boss and his close friend. Faiq's handsome face looked clean with a smile on his lips.
“You are happy to meet the angel you so missed, bos.” Rudi muttered inwardly while covering the cloth to Faiq's face. His heart pinched feeling a sudden sadness surging in his chest.
Faiq is the best boss he knows. As long as they were co-workers, even until he became his men, there was already too much kindness Faiq had done, not only to him but anyone who needed his help, he said, without hesitation and favoritism he helped them.
At Darmawan's funeral, Marisa and her six grandchildren are still solemn’ pray for kindness to the deceased Faiq who has now been buried side by side with his late wife.
Marisa removes the teardrops when sprinkling flowers. His chest felt narrow, so to breathe was painful. He must be strong, his grandchildren still need his guidance. Faiq's departure was a destiny they had to live. It may have reached here the limits that God had set for him.
Darmawan patted his wife's shoulder. He knew the grief that was clearly drawn on his wife's face.
“Look at our grandchildren. They were so steadfast in the face of his father's departure. Don't let us see them make them weak. We are the source of their power. Faiq has earned his happiness. He has been quiet in nature there.” Darmawan said quietly while holding his wife's fingers.
Marisa nodded weakly. She immediately followed in the footsteps of her husband. His six grandchildren followed their steps towards the car parked in the cemetery complex. Sometimes he looks back, trying to throw away the sadness that is still burdensome to his heart and thoughts.
Now Marisa's gaze returned to the front. He looked at his six grandchildren walking side by side. Ariq and Ali are now growing up. The responsibility of both is not light. After college they must follow Bimo to start studying the business their late father left behind.
Both are very responsible. Not only in school affairs, in work they are reliable. Hanif also helped Bimo in supervising his two sons. Hasya became a cheerful person. She was always Linda's favorite. He was closer to his eyes, because Linda always spoiled him. But Hasya remains in a corridor that could be in charge.
For the three sons and daughters of the deceased Faiq, Marisa and Darmawan were so closely watching. Because they are still young. And Darmawan does not want to spoil his three grandchildren with just materials. He wants them to be independent and learn to live a simple life, and always be grateful and do not forget to share as his late father always did.
Darmawan closed the night by prostrating himself on his prayer mat, ask the Powerful to always provide health and a blessed age in order to be able to accompany his grandchildren to be useful people according to the wishes of their parents.