The Desired Angel of Heaven
Chapter 182 S2 (Oma Precious Message)

Out of the bathroom Ivan immediately changed casual clothes that Roni had prepared to take him home to the house of oma Marisa. He looked around the room very wide. Ivan admired the interior of the room he and Khaira now occupied. Even though he had just stayed in this house, but Ivan knew that the furniture in his room was all deluxe, and the price was not cans.

After knowing the genealogy of the Khaira family, Ivan really felt amazed by his wife's family. They are able to hide their identity, so it is not easy to track other family members, and they remain immersed in society regardless of being poor or rich, they are always donating to the incapable.

“You've had dinner?” Ariq looked at Ivan who was now sitting with them in the living room.

“It just so happened to be with the client this afternoon,” replied Ivan quickly.

“How are your plans next?” without further ado Ariq went straight to the topic of the conversation they were about to convey to Ivan.

“I have prepared a house in Gading Serpong for a place to stay with Rara. Three more days can already be occupied.”

Ariq thought for a moment. He knows the housing there. It is a bit far from where they live now. But he didn't matter, the important thing was that Ivan could take responsibility and provide a decent life for his younger brother.

“Van, there are some things that I want to tell you,” oma Marisa starts to regulate the breath, many things that she wants to convey to her granddaughter-in-law.

“Ya Oma …. “

Marisa looked at Ivan with great care. From his personal view he knew Ivan was a good, responsible man. It is only outside association that makes it missteps, and keeps it away from religious values. But Marisa does not regret what happened, let alone know, that Laras mama Ivan is a good friend of her daughter-in-law who has died. So he was not worried about Khaira's future.

“Now you have a great responsibility. Now life is not just about you, there are wives and even children who now continue to grow in your wife's womb.”

Ivan stared at the oma Marisa with a takjim. So far no one has advised and conveyed a moral message that is very meaningful for the provision of life in the future. He thirsts for spiritual touch.

“Rara is my beloved granddaughter, the whole family loves and protects her like a fragile crystal. She's my late son's favorite daughter. Anyone can't hurt him..” Marisa's oma eyes glazed over as she said that.

The shadow of the deceased Faiq who was very protective of Khaira in childhood made her shed tears.

Hasya patted the shoulder of oma Marisa gently. She also felt what Marisa felt. He longed for the figure of his father who was very protective of them in childhood until they grew up together.

“Rara is very common in dealing with a man. Abbas was the first to be close to him. The relationship between the two has been established for 7 years since Khaira began college until she finished and began to follow the oma managing Kara Jewellery ..”.

Marisa again sighed to throw away all the sadness that had appeared considering her only son who had been called Yang Kuasa before them.

“Usia Rara is now 26 years old.  Oma know, you are the first man to touch it .. and maybe it is your destiny to be a match .. “

No one dared to cut the talk of oma. Valdo brings Babby A who starts to fuss. He let his wife accompany the oma Marisa who is still giving advice to her new granddaughter-in-law, as she also experienced like this.

Ariq and Ira did not move from their seats. Tonight he and Ira had agreed to accompany oma Marisa to speak with Ivan. Their daughter's been brought in her babby sitter since dinner was over. Marisa looked at Ivan again.

“You are now the head of the household, the leader and a priest to your wife. Always pray together with your wife and children. Responsibilities of a leader not only in the world but in the hereafter.”

Ivan listened to Marisa's oma. When he came home from the office he had time to contact Mr. Marthak, and he was very grateful he was willing to guide him to pursue the religion that had disappeared from his life. Ivan was convinced that if he improved and continued to learn, it would be easy for him to touch his wife's heart.

“Maybe Rara is still unable to open her heart to you... “ oma's voice sounds slow, “But be assured and ask Allah, for Allah is the One who turns back … Now Rara still remembers Abbas and keeps him firmly in her heart, but maybe tomorrow she starts accepting you .. Moreover you have rights over her .. You are her husband .. Treat her as well as possible ..”

The room was silent for a moment, each one busy with his thoughts. Ivan looked one by one at Khaira's brothers who were in front of him. He could see the cohesiveness and strong affection for each other in his wife's family.

Ivan felt grateful, because the Khaira family accepted him with all the shortcomings that existed.  He promises in his heart to keep the trust that has been given to him, especially to keep and make Khaira happy from now on, tomorrow and forever.

“Dan .. “ oma Marisa's voice starts to sound sad, “If one day you start to feel uncomfortable or you feel bored with Rara, don't let you complain about it… Deliver him home well, as you asked him well ..”

All were shocked to hear the words of the Marisa oma that were so unexpected. Even though there has just been a wedding and a festive party, why is oma even talking about separation?

“Oma …. “ Ariq looked at oma Marisa with a tense look.

“Nak ... times keep changing .. so do human hearts and feelings. Allah is All-Turning.

“I understand oma,” replied Ivan seriously, “I will keep trying to make Rara accept me. I can't promise anything. But I am sure, Rara is the only woman who will be my wife forever.”

The conversation continued, until finally the oma was tired. Ms. Ila immediately accompanied the oma to her room to rest. Ariq and Ivan, along with Valdo who had returned from sleeping Babby A, get together and start having light conversations around work.

At 11pm Ivan returned to his room. The room was quiet. He who had been used to sleeping through midnight finally began to lie down beside Khaira who was sleeping very fast.

Not tired of Ivan looked at the face of his wife who was more beautiful every viewed. A fragrant aroma emanated from Khaira's hair and body. Ivan slowly raised Khaira's head to place it on his arm.

From a close distance, with his right fingers Ivan began to caress the face of ayu who was now in an embrace. He could not express the feeling of happiness when the dream woman was already his. He promised never to wish Khaira, not only to the great Khaira family, to Abbas, but to himself. He will take care of the rare jewels that he has worked hard to have with various dramas that were initially very sad.

Given what the oma had told him, making Ivan shake his head, he could not have duaed Khaira let alone return it to his family. Something that never occurred in his mind. He will fight to get Khaira's heart and try to get Khaira to accept himself with all the shortcomings he has.

Ivan began to draw his face closer to the honey well which always invited him to venture there. While the owner slept soundly, Ivan slowly began to drop his lips. His heart was strong, worried that Khaira would wake up from sleep and push him straight away.

It seems that Khaira was not bothered by Ivan. In her sleep she felt like she was walking to a beautiful place.

“Rara ... “ very familiar voice he so gently called him.

Khaira immediately turned his head, looking Abbas walking with a bright face. Khaira felt that Abbas was not alone but that there was a shadow of a woman following him.

Abbas did not hold his hand as usual, but the two walked side by side until they reached a place where there was a calm lake with beautiful flowers on it.

Khaira felt that Abbas had changed, the look of love that he had always seen was not depicted there.

“I still miss aa... “ her sigh was held back with tears that wanted to spill.

Khaira was sad, because at this meeting Abbas' attitude began to change. There is no more warmth that Abbas shows at every meeting.

Abbas smiled, he grabbed the hand of Khaira who started crying covering her face with both hands.

“Don't be sad, you'll be happy. Rest assured it ... “ Abbas's eyes make Khair's feelings erratic.

“How aa so sure I'll be happy. My feelings are messed up, my heart is broken …. “ Khaira complained of her grief to Abbas.

Abbas immediately grabbed Khaira's body into his arms. Khaira poured all her longing and sorrow on Abbas' chest. He was crying sobbing. The caress of Abbas's hand on his back gave Khaira peace.

After being satisfied to spill all the burdens he bore, Khaira finally let go of his embrace. Both look different with different flavors.

Abbas cupped Khaira's two faces and landed a kiss on the woman's forehead that no longer belonged to him. From the forehead of Abbas's kiss moved to the nose of Khaira's bangir. His left and right cheeks did not escape Abbas' kiss.

As Abbas' lips began to wander on his lips\, Khaira eagerly returned Abbas's kiss. The two shed each other a long-buried longing. No matter how long time passes\, the two continue to get swept away with lip and tongue games that animate each other*** and mel*** with each other.

In his sleep Khaira felt as if it was real. Her body temperature is warming. He felt that Abbas' kiss was increasingly demanding, making him stingy with difficulty breathing. Eventually, Khaira opened her eyes ….

Khaira couldn't believe she was kissing Ivan even in her own bed. She quickly took her face away from her husband who was now looking at her with a confused look. Khaira's face immediately flushed red realizing what she had done. He quickly turned over and covered his face with a blanket.

Ivan stared at all of Khaira's movements with a smile. He was pleased that Khaira returned his kiss and he was completely satisfied that his wish was reciprocated.  Although the journey to climb the peak still needs a long struggle, but Ivan is sure one day he will get to the destination.

Not caring about Khaira's refusal, Ivan infiltrates the blanket. His sturdy hands directly hugged the scented slender body that was starting to put up a fight.

“Don't be noisy, I want to hug my son,” Ivan's voice sounds full of threats making the hugged silent not wrinkled. He finally closed his eyes with a smile rising at the corner of his lips.

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