The Desired Angel of Heaven
Chapter 134 S2 (Try to Rise)

Khaira's smile grew as she carried Hasya's son, who is now 10 days old. His sadness was temporarily forgotten seeing the adorable baby who was now in an embrace. He continued to kiss the reddish puffed cheeks whose fragrance made Khaira feel calm. The atmosphere that morning in Hasya's house was really calm because everyone had moved back.

It has been 3 days Khaira stayed at Hasya's house since the aqiqahan event. He was very entertained by the presence of Baby A beloved call to Ameer Aqila Reval which means a fair and loving leader. He ceaselessly admired the perfection of God's creation which is now in his arms.

“Udah de, later you cape.” Hasya sat beside him while looking at Baby A who started crying from feeling hungry.

“Aduh lutuna child mother ... “ said Khaira while continuing to weed the tiny baby without caring about her crying that began to shrill.

Hasya let Khaira who calls mother to herself specifically for Baby A. If it could make Khaira amused he would not bother about it. In fact, he feels happy if the presence of Baby A brings happiness to his only sister.

“It feels hard for me to go back to work if the leave period has ended,” Hasya said softly while taking Baby A from Khaira's lap because it's time to milk.

“I'm ready to be babby sitter for Babby A.” Khaira directly offered, “Ngak can not carelessly find a babysitter in this day and age. Could-can not only her son her husband even follow kecantol.”

“You don't carelessly talk de.” Hasya was upset to hear Khaira's words, though she believed her sister's words were true.

“I said based on facts. I am sure love Valdo on mbak, but today people will justify all means to get his wish.” Khaira said excitedly.

A bright smile rose on Hasya's face hearing Khaira's words. Now he is convinced by his three brothers' plans to take Khaira out of his hibernation cage, making Khaira return to her ever-exciting identity for new things.

“Mana can pay the salary of a jewel outlet owner Kara Jewellery\,” pibir Hasya while breastfeeding* Babby A which instantly sniff*p*ting powerfully made Hasya grimace withstanding the sting due to his first initiation for Babby A. He did not expect the desire to provide exclusive ASI for Babby A was not easy\,

“Ngot paid is also no problem. May I take care of Babby A. I was lonely at home …. “ Khaira please expectantly.

“Bby origin …. “ Hasya began to carry out his plan to get Khaira out of the safe zone that he had been doing with hibernation in the room.

“Originally what the hell?” Khaira was curious to hear Hasya's words.

“I'm ready to release Babby A every Wednesday and Saturday is the schedule I give you.” A sneaky grin rose on Hasya's lips.

“Kok is only two days? Where are the rest going?”

“Lo will have to work Romlahhh …. “

Khaira snorted unhappily at Hasya's words. He looked at Babby A. He could not resist his sister's decision. Rather than not at all he was forced to nod in accepting Hasya's decision.

“How many kilos your weight is down. Looks cursive now.” Hasya looked at him. The original plan was already in progress just continue the next plan.

“Not worried either. But the clothes that usually XL has come down now,” Khaira said slowly while stroking Babby A's hair who is now asleep in Hasya's cradle.

“Cakep!” Hasya gave her thumbs up to Khaira, “Now you have returned to your ideal form.”

“Emang?” Khaira sneered as she kissed Babby A's puffed cheeks.

“De, it's already! Kasian, later Babby A fussy again.” Hasya pushed Khaira's jidat back into her baby's cheeks.

For a moment Hasya's eyes stared at the circular diamond ring on Khaira's ring finger. During this time he had never seen it, because it rarely interacted with Khaira because of their respective busyness.

“Your wedding ring is so beautiful,” the compliment is sincere while pulling Khaira's hand to look at it carefully.

Khaira smiled happily, “This is a precious relic of Abbas that I will always keep for life.”

“View limited edition. I was curious when I heard Rheina and Azkia tell me about your fancy ring. Is it ordered directly from outside?” Hasya suddenly came out after seeing him in person. He did not have a diamond ring as beautiful as his sister.

“They said what?” no doubt Khaira became curious to hear Hasya's story about the wedding ring that the late Abbas gave her.

“As you said just now. They start surfing to find out how much your ring costs. After knowing that the price is almost 5 M, they raise their hands ...”

Khaira was stunned for a moment. His brain works fast. He felt that the ring he was wearing was one of the jewelry owned by his store. Moreover, the model is limited edition and the price is not cans. He recalled several times posting some limited edition jewelry that was deliberately ordered specifically for the upper middle class.

“Mbak, I want to go to the booth now. I have something to check there.” Khaira's mind is now focused on Kara Jewellery. He wants to make sure his feelings are saying that the ring he wears is indeed purchased at his store.

Khaira wants to find out if Abbas is deliberately buying the diamond ring as a wedding dowry and a surprise part of it for their wedding. And he could only confirm that by checking the sales report at his Kara Jewellery booth.

As soon as Andini delivered what he asked for, Khaira immediately opened and inspected the sales report book in the past four months carefully. Many jewels were also sold during his vacancy in mourning after Abbas' departure. He tried to divert his mind from the shadow of Abbas's face by focusing on opening sheet by sheet of writing in front of him.

He looked up when he found what he was trying to find. His fingers began to match the date of the ring purchase and the date of the wedding until Abbas' departure. With his phone Khaira contacted Susi to ask for more information, because he knew, Susi was the one whose job was to record reports of every jewelry sold.

A knock at the door stops Khaira's activities. He waited until Susi came in and sat in front of him with a face filled with worry. Seeing Susi's tense face no doubt made her smile thinly.

“Why pale? Is something wrong?” Khaira asked casually trying to dissipate the tension.

Susi shook her head quickly, “No mbak,” the answer was quick.

“I just want to hear your explanation about this jewelry sale,” Khaira immediately pointed to the note she had marked.

Susi carefully read the writing she made. He vividly recounts the chronology of the purchase of a diamond ring by a young man with a payment using a black card.

“... the man named Alexander according to what I wrote in the note and the book mbak,” said Susi seriously.

“Please call Bagyo mas, I want to see the cctv to know who the young man is,” Khaira spread her fingers in front of Susi, “Do you think this ring is the same as the one that has been sold?”

Susi gawked at the diamond ring that is now coiled in the fingers of her boss the owner of the jewel outlet.

“Eh, don't be wide by mouth. Ntar enter laler again …. “ Khaira said casually making Susi close her mouth immediately.

Then Bagyo the shop technician and the security guard were in the room facing the two while opening the cctv menu to see the footage of the incident at the booth 4 months ago.

Khaira sharpened her eyes when she saw the figure who made a diamond ring trade with Susi.

“Do you know the man?” Susi suddenly kepo because she did not know the man who bought the ring but saw the ring now coiled beautifully on the finger of her boss.

Khaira nodded at a glance. All he knew was the man named Roni, who helped during the process of removing Abbas' body from the hospital to his funeral. After that Khaira never saw him again, although in reality Roni always monitored him from a distance.

“Thank you for the help of Susi and Bagyo mas,” Khaira smiled thinly after his desire and curiosity was answered.

If one day she will meet Roni, she wants to talk at length and say thank you for everything Roni did to her and her late husband.

Meanwhile in the workspace Ivan has the arrival of two clients from France who want to discuss the latest diamond jewelry advertising cooperation from their company. His Ceo named Peter was interested in Ivan's design, while his assistant Robert was only speechless with his flat face overhearing the serious conversation of the two.

“I am very interested in the plan that you convey,” Peter smiled happy to hear Ivan's explanation, “It turns out what my friend Mr. Robert that your company is the best in the field of advertising. And I'm ready to use your model as an advertising star if there's the right one.”

“You can choose your own according to your wishes and right to promote the brand you have.”

The two immediately shook hands tightly with smiles on each other's faces satisfied at the agreement the two sides had reached.

“Now it's time for lunch,” Ivan glanced at the luxury watch that coiled around his wrist, “We'll host you both.”

“I want to try Indonesian culinary. Grandma I am a lover of Indonesian culinary and used to serve at family banquets in France,” Peter said excitedly.

Hearing Peter's words, Ivan frowned in disbelief. He had planned to offer both to a luxury restaurant that serves Western cuisine or Japanese cuisine that has gone global.

“You can definitely recommend Indonesian culinary complete with home-style cuisine?” peter smoothly asked Ivan, because his grand pa is indeed native to Indonesia, “I do not need a fancy restaurant, whose atmosphere is comfortable and united with the environment will make my appetite increase.”

“I think the place we will visit will spoil your tongue,” berbersit in Ivan's mind to bring both guests to the cafe owned by the late Abbas. During this time he saw the menu offered is very interesting and appetizing, although he himself rarely enjoyed it.

“Wah, I'm very interested to hear that. Can't wait to go there,” Peter seemed excited to hear the story of Ivan made him shake his head with the elegance of the blonde bule.

Ivan, who had lived abroad for a long time, did indeed glorify Western cuisine. Only occasionally he enjoys Indonesian-style food if he returns to his mother's house. He lacks interest in Indonesian food because it is too complicated and makes fat, so he rarely takes clients to Indonesian-style restaurants.

Roni and Gisel accompanied Ivan and his clients to a car that was available in front of the company lobby ready to take them to their destination.

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