The Desired Angel of Heaven
Chapter 152 S2 (Not The Best)
Khaira threw herself on her most comfortable bed. Once at home he did not talk much directly shut himself in the room. Tired and sleepy he could not bear. Seventeen hours on the trip Paris – Jakarta made him think long to start what he should fix first.
He was not prepared to tell about the terrible events that had happened to him. Khaira does not want to make her family burdened with the problems that occur. He sure can face it himself. And he prayed that nothing else would happen to him. He should be optimistic. The fight has just begun. Six hours he slept in his room. Until I saw Azan Subuh heard in his ears made Khaira wake up from sleep. He squirmed and immediately got up from the bed.
His body is starting to feel comfortable. The crumbling and pain all over his body had started to disappear. With a reluctant feeling Khaira opened the door of the room and walked towards the dining room. He was surprised that all his brothers gathered together to enjoy breakfast together. Khaira's heart started beating. He did not know the purpose of his brothers' arrival this Sunday morning.
Valdo came holding Babby A and approached him. The adorable cute face made Khaira forget her sadness. He immediately grabbed Babby A and kissed her wholeheartedly.
“De, later that night we and our family will propose to Afifah,” Hasya began to open a conversation when his brother who is male has finished enjoying breakfast.
Khaira scrunched up her eel. He knew Afifah was a close friend of Junior's. But they will get married so soon.
“In two months they will continue their studies in the UK. Om Sadewo his papa Afifah wants them to get married to avoid unwanted problems when they go to college together later,” Fatih said casually.
“Pardon us for not telling you in advance,” Ariq chimed in, “Both families have met and blessed this relationship. If there are no transverse aral, as soon as next month they will get married and immediately hold the recipe.”
Raut Khaira is back. He was always sad every time he heard the word marriage, reminding him of the shortest marriage story he experienced.
“You're okay, right?” Hasya looked at him fixedly, “If you mind, Junior doesn't matter his marriage is simple without reception...”
“Just do your best for Junior. I'm okay.” Khaira tried to raise her voice. He did not want his brother burdened with his condition.
That night, the whole family was ready. Hermanto and his wife were Ariq's in-laws who would accompany the extended family to propose Afifa.
Five cars took the family to the Sadewo family's luxury estate. The extraordinary welcome made by the Afifah family saw the group carrying goods not cans.
After the reception from both sides of the family finally a look of happiness emanated on Junior's face when the installation of the ring performed by Hasya in Afifah's latik fingers. A smile emanates on the face of the two lovebirds.
Khaira who was sitting next to the oma Marisa felt dejavu seeing the event taking place. He looked at Ms. Ila who was also looking at him with a sad look. Ila's heart was sad to think about the fate of her daughter-in-law. He hopes his son-in-law will soon find happiness.
“Nak, may you soon find a replacement mate Abbas,” whispered bu Ila shriveled in his ear.
“Mother don't worry about that. I'm fine,” Khaira said bitterly.
“Eh, aunt Marisa.” The soft female voice surprised Marisa who was still listening to the conversation between Ila and Khaira.
Marisa looked at the still energetic parobaya woman who stood gracefully before her.
“Feel familiar …. “ Marisa frowning trying to remember.
“I Larasati aunt. Daughter Anggit high school friend aunt.”
“Oh, Nak Baras. Forgive aunt. Already an old memory decline,” Marisa smiled as she welcomed the embrace of the woman she now remembered.
“Tante is still healthy and beautiful kok.”
“Wah, clever also this mother mince words,” Khaira looked at Laras who was now fixated on staring at him.
“Tante near lo same your deceased bundle. She's a very special woman. It's worth your papa loving you so much.”
“Thank you aunt,” Khaira smiled thinly.
Barrel looked at him fixedly. He saw a natural beauty radiating on the face of the young lady in front of him. He remembered his only son. If only he could have a son-in-law like Khaira, he was ready to exchange the wealth he had if the woman wanted to be his daughter-in-law.
“You're single, son?” ask Laras full of caution. He was worried about making the young woman in front of him offended.
Khaira was silent for a moment, turning the diamond ring on her right ring finger and smiling at Laras.
“I'm married aunty,” she replied slowly.
“I'm sorry dear aunt,” Laras sighed in disappointment. His hopes that had run aground were not left.
Marisa and Ila were just shaking their heads at Khaira's reply. Both can only stroke the chest.
“Tante and your deceased bundle once betrothed you and Vandra,” Laras gaze glared far away.
Khaira smiled faintly as she patted the back of Laras' hand that was grasping her fingers.
“Maybe I'm not the best for aunty's son. Everyone will find their soul mate.”
Finally Laras hugged Khaira tightly, a feeling of wonder enveloping his heart. He looked at the shady face with those clear eyes.
“You are very good like your deceased bundle. May happiness always come to you,” Laras took off his embrace.
“Hopefully aunt is also always healthy, and given a long life and stay happy.”
The two women of different generations smiled at each other warmly, until finally Laras re-joined the family Afifah who is his nephew, because mama Afifah is a cousin and close friend.
“De, look at the man beside Sadewo om,” Hasya began to whisper subtly to him.
Khaira followed Hasya's orders. A young man looking at her finally Khaira looked away.
“That's Afifah's oldest brother. A widower. His wife died 3 months ago from giving birth,” Hasya said softly.
“Lantas why did you tell me this?” Khaira looked back ahead and the eyes of the two clashed, Khaira quickly turned her eyes away.
“When you are in Paris, Junior the same story if Fahri want to ta’aruf with you.” Hasya looked at the young man while nodding her head in reply with the same deed.
“Mbak please, don't make me sad.” Khaira began to feel a turmoil in her heart. He is trying to strengthen his heart and make peace with the pain he is experiencing.
Hasya finally fell silent. He did not dare to speak anymore. He looked at Ariq and Ali who were looking at him with astonishment at Khaira's face, which had turned sad, unlike when leaving it looks relaxed and talkative about his achievements during Paris even though behind it there is a dark event that he hid.
Finally it has been decided the wedding and Junior reception will be held one month from now. The night was missed with happiness for some and sadness that only Khaira herself felt.