The Desired Angel of Heaven
Chapter 184 S2 (Feel Closer)
This day spent Ivan gathered with the Khaira family. He follows Valdo and Ariq who accompany their children to play in the garden next to the house of the airy and shady oma Marisa.
Ivan listened to Ariq's story about their childhood. Only now did he understand the brotherly relationship between Ariq and Khaira who had different fathers. He took Ariq's story seriously.
He had indeed heard the story of his late father about the two famous businessmen of his time, Aditama Prayoga and Faiq Al Fareza. Everyone knows those who are engaged in different but successful fields and have branches in different places.
“After this, maybe we will rarely meet,” Ariq looked at Ivan who was sitting in front of him, “I tipped Rara to you.”
Valdo only heard the two talks without any intention of commenting. When he married Hasya, both sides of the family had provided him with various advice, let alone his status as a widower.
“I hope the words oma will never happen in your life,” Ariq said with a heavy sigh, “I believe you.”
Ivan looked at Khaira who was also looking at him from a distance of 6 meters. He smiled while nodding his head. Ariq looked at the behavior of the two with a faint smile looking at Valdo who also saw the incident.
Hasya, Ira and Oma and Khaira were sitting in a gazebo not too far away from where Ivan and his brother-in-law were relaxing. Although serving their conversation but his gaze continues to lead to Khaira who looks berseljor while feeling the breeze.
When Azan Zuhur echoed in the mosque in the oma housing complex, Ariq immediately invited his brother-in-law to perform the Zuhr prayer together in the mosque. Ivan followed all the daily routines his brother-in-law did at the house of the oma Marisa.
After returning from the mosque, everything went straight to the dining table. Ivan did not see the whereabouts of Hasya and Khaira among them. He looked at Ira who served Ariq and the oma.
“Your wife again wants Western food. Tuh, again made with Sasha at the back,” said Ira while looking towards the kitchen.
Ivan returned to the room to change his coco shirt with a casual t-shirt and shorts. He retreated back to see Hasya and his wife facing the stove with teflon warmed up.
“What cooking is mbak?” without hesitation Ivan approached the two who were standing waiting for teflon which was getting hot.
“Nih, I want to eat steak. We make a home-based style yes …. “ Hasya smiled looking at Ivan who saw the fresh meat pieces that had been prepared with seasoning that had been smoothed.
“Let me just mbak,” with sprightly Ivan took over everything that was in front of him, “I've been used to making steaks at the time of college. Coincidentally today I also want to eat steak.”
“Basic son and father promise,” Hasya smiled at the words of Ivan, “Mbak stay yes, want to make Babby A MP-ASI.”
Khaira felt uneasy as Hasya rushed forward to serve her husband and son lunch. He was about to follow Hasya into the dining room, but a hug on his waist held Khaira back.
“I want you here to accompany me,” said Ivan quietly without letting go of his embrace, “This day I miss you so much.”
Khaira shook her head listening to Ivan's words. Slowly he took off Ivan's sturdy hand on his waist. This time Ivan did not force him, Khaira finally sat down at the pantry table facing Ivan who started cooking steak in teflon which was already in the margarine that had melted.
He was curious about how to cook steak at home but with the quality of the taste of the restaurant. Somehow this afternoon he wants to enjoy the Western menu, is this also the desire of the fetus in his stomach? Though all this time he most dislikes foods made from fresh meat, except those that have been processed into rendang.
Out of curiosity Khaira finally got up from her seat and stood beside Ivan who was still flipping the cooked steak next to her. The smell of burnt meat makes Khaira inhale it with a feeling of pleasure.
“Papa's son wants to eat steak huh?” Ivan stroked the head of Khaira who was standing next to him looking at the process of maturing the steak.
Khaira did not answer. He was lazy to respond to Ivan's words. Seeing the steak that had been served in front of him Khaira fell silent.
He immediately picked up a fork, and stabbed the steak with a fork directly aimed at the still-disgruntled Khaira.
“Eat …. “ Ivan asks Khaira to open her mouth.
Khaira's appetite was gone instantly. He just wanted to smell the fragrance without any intention of eating it.
“What do you want to eat?” Ivan asked attentively.
While talking with Ariq and Valdo earlier, the two had told of the days of his wife who craved. Ivan enthusiastically heard it, he became aware of the condition of pregnant women whose mood will change quickly.
Mata Khaira saw the art-owned broth noodle wrap stored in the top drawer close to the condiment cupboard. He got up from the chair and walked slowly to the glass cabinet not far from where Ivan was standing.
He tried to reach for what he wanted, but his hand did not reach the noodles that were located slightly indented into it.
Ivan smiled at his wife's behavior. He swiftly stood behind Khaira with his body attached behind him. His left hand held onto Khaira's waist while his right hand grabbed the noodles his wife wanted.
Khaira's heart beat rapidly realizing Ivan's treatment of her. He wanted to stay away, but Ivan's embrace was strong.
“Kirain still make steak, uh in fact make out,” guyon Hasya who suddenly surprised the two who are still in a position to stick.
Khaira instantly shifted away from the smiling Ivan while showing the instant noodle wrap that was in his hand.
“Si baby already do not want to eat steak mbak. Wanting to eat instant noodles,” casually Ivan showed the instant noodles in his hand while winking at Khaira who glared at him.
“Eh, pregnant women should not often eat instant noodles you know …. “ Hasya was surprised to see Ivan who has now boiled water to cook noodles.
“I ate it just this time mbak,” Khaira immediately pouted seeing Hasya who warned her not to eat instant food.
“Only this time mbak. For the next I will control all the nutritional intake for our baby,” Ivan mediates both.
“Alright ... I trust you,” Hasya thumbs up to Ivan, “Do not forget to take control to the obstetrician as appropriate.”
Khaira refused to listen to the words of her husband and sister, which gave her no room to answer.
Without saying much the two ate together in the kitchen. Khaira was happy to enjoy the noodles her husband had made with all her heart. While Ivan ate the steak he had made with great difficulty.
Happiness he could not hide, because Khaira began to be able to accept his presence even though with his attitude is still indifferent but needy. During his stay at the oma house and together with the other Khaira brothers made Ivan able to become closer to Khaira. And for the little things he did no more rejection meant making Ivan feel like he was starting to get a fresh breeze.
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