The Desired Angel of Heaven
Chapter 187 S2 (Neighbor Concentration Breaker Nation)

Ivan had just returned home to perform Magrib prayers at the complex mosque which was about 10 meters from his home with Imron and Ilyas, the driver and the security guard. While passing through the house of aunt Ratna he saw several parked cars.  Ivan opened the gate of his house.

“New neighbors yes?” a female voice was heard greeting Ivan.

He looked directly to the side. From the border of the low front fence two talking women looked at him with admiration.

“True bu,” replied Ivan while nodding his head.

“Kok mom anyway,” women who dress up menor and dress sexy are not happy to hear the words Ivan, “We are friends gymnastics studio jeng Ratna you know,”

“Who is the name of his mas?” the other woman immediately reached out with her hand to invite salaman.

“Eh, mas Ivan just returned from the mosque yes...?” Ratna's aunt's voice made Ivan even more uncomfortable.

“Sorry my aunt said goodbye. There was still a need,” Ivan sped up his pace without caring for the helping hand of the woman who looked at him without blinking.

He did not want to be stuck with the three women who looked at him with a view that he was accustomed to every day. Upon entering the house silence occurred. Ivan walked straight to the room.

Sayup-sayup he heard the sound of al-Qur’an reading. A smile rose on Ivan's face. He felt calm when he entered the room. Khaira who is still reading al-Qur’an does not realize that her husband is already in the room and sees his movements. Ivan shook his body on the bed, listening intently to his wife's reading. He was not used to reading al-Qur’an, but now in the office he began to get used to turning the murrotal al-Qur’an from his cellphone.

As soon as he finished his reading, Khaira kept al-Qur’an on the nightstand.  He immediately opened his face, folded it and kept it neatly. He was shocked when he turned his back to see Ivan sitting on the bed looking at him.

Khaira walked over to her husband who was still wearing a cocoa shirt and sarong. Without saying anything he grabbed Ivan's fingers and kissed him.

Ivan was moved to see the actions of his wife. It had been almost a week they were married, a lot of goodness that he saw in his wife's daily life. Only, Khaira rarely started a conversation. Even though he tried to provoke the conversation, Khaira still only answered sufficiently, and when talking Khaira never looked at his face.

All his daily needs have now been taken over by his wife. Ivan did not have to bother preparing his own clothes, all was ready as he came out of the bathroom.  He was pleased that Khaira's taste of clothing was the same as her, so whatever Khaira prepared was always appropriate for her to wear. The warmth covered his heart with all that Khaira had done for him.

Khaira tried to take off her fingers that were still in Ivan's grasp, but the sturdy hand held her tightly. Ivan immediately stood in alignment with himself and Khaira. The grip of the hand turned into a tight embrace on Khaira's waist. Both of them stood facing close distance.

Ivan stroked Khaira's long curly hair past his shoulders.  His gaze fixedly looked at the face of ayu who was looking at him meaninglessly. There was no love in those clear eyes. Ivan landed a kiss on his wife's forehead. He remained patiently waiting for the snow to melt from Khaira's eyes. Ivan immediately embraced his wife's body with all his feelings.

Khaira was silent about her husband's actions. It felt like she wanted to reject every treatment of Ivan, but given everything that Oma and Mbak Hasya said she was only acting passively without any intention to reciprocate all the treatment of her husband.

“Tonight we are looking for food outside yes. I miss the fried duck sir Kusno,”, said Ivan when he released Khaira from his embrace.

Khaira nodded flatly with no desire to answer her husband's words. He soon passed to the walk-in closet to get Ivan's change of clothes. In his heart he felt happy because it happened three days ago he wanted a food that became his favorite during pregnancy.

He did not realize Ivan was following in his footsteps from behind, being preoccupied with his own thoughts. After picking up the casual t-shirt and shorts that were inside the closet he immediately turned around.

“Astaghfirulah,” Khaira was surprised to see Ivan who was in front of him only using a boxer who looked at him without sin.

Khaira stretched out clothes to Ivan by lowering her face. She was not used to this condition, her red face held back the embarrassment of seeing a bare-chested adult man even though it was her own husband.

Ivan deliberately played his wife. Instead of taking clothes, he pulls Khaira's hand until Khaira's body hits the chest of her field.

Khaira held her breath, smelling the fragrant aroma that always became her candle during sleep. He felt Ivan's heart beating fast. His face immediately flushed. His heart feels disco.  He rejected Ivan's body, his eyes immediately looking at Ivan's face with annoyance. He hated this situation, which made him remember that dark night.

Seeing the annoyance on Khaira's face, Ivan noticed it. He smiled without feeling sinful, and landed his lips glimpsed in the honey lake that he had been seeking since.

“We still have plenty of time. I will not force you,” Ivan said slowly as he looked at Khaira.

When entering the street stall five-pak Kusno, Ivan's fingers were not separated holding his wife's hand. She must get used to Khaira to accept her little touches. He believes Khaira's trauma for her actions that caused his wife's pregnancy has not gone away. And he believes it still takes time to get his wife used to depending on him so that there is no meaningful rejection in the future.

That morning the second house had begun to be crowded in preparation for the celebration held after the Ashar prayer.

Hasya and Ira have been pacing back and forth coordinating the A2H kathering preparing the menu to entertain the guests who will come at the thanksgiving of Ivan and Khaira's new home, while Rheina and Azkia and her team arranged a buffet table in the front yard that has been fitted with several tents.

Oma Marisa asked them to invite several pesantren whose location is still in the same region, both Khaira and Ivan agreed to the advice of oma. They also want to share it with those who are not able to.

Since it was Saturday, everything since morning had gathered in the house of Ivan and Khaira. Each of them prepares all the needs for their young children, so it is not a hassle if they have gathered later.

“Your house is good, de...” Ira said when he first set foot in the door of Khaira's house.

“Thank you mba,” Khaira smiled as she invited Ira and her entourage to enter her home.

Ariq looked around the house with a faint smile. He could see Ivan's earnestness to give comfort to their beloved sister.

Until the group of Ali, Fatih, and Junior and Hasya came, suddenly the quiet house immediately splashed. Children running here and there, mothers who are busy gathering in the kitchen and fathers who sit relaxing in the backyard.

“Wahh ... again on collecting yes?” a friendly voice from behind the barrier door was heard stopping the men's conversation.

“Tante Ratna, please ...” Ivan kindly let the woman open the side door and walked past them.

His hands were full with packages of fresh fruits. His appearance made Ariq, Ali and Fatih look at him with frowns, while Valdo and Junior were grinning at him.

This morning Ratna wore a green knee-length dress with shoulder sleeves, making her look fresh.

“I go in first yes, want to bring souvenirs for deck Rara, happened to be the new husband came home last night.” Leisurely without sin, Aunt Ratna walked off leaving a different air on the men's heads.

“Nevent expected ya mas Ivan Neighbor with a suegerr eyes every day,” Valdo began to voice his heart.

“Ntar heard by Hasya  …. “ Junior started making fun of Valdo.

“For me it's normal. The topless one has no effect on me,” replied Ivan casually. He smiled, remember his joke yesterday made Khaira upset to tears. And he promised never to repeat that.

“That's right?” Junior looked at his new brother-in-law in disbelief.

“Indeed like that in reality,” Ivan said soberly.

“Pastilah!” Fatih interrupts quickly, “You've been playing a lot, so there's no effect anymore.”

Ivan was annoyed to hear Fatih's insinuation. But how else what Fatih said is right and effective. He was speechless not to comment, for all was only the past that he did not want to remember anymore. The book of delinquency of the past he destroyed was not left.

Ariq and Ali just kept quiet not responding to the conversation of his sister and brother-in-law. Both are still discussing work.

Meanwhile in the living room that became the base of Khaira and the women felt surprised by the presence of aunt Ratna.

Rheina and Azkia looked up to see the woman in open clothes present among them.

“It's by my husband you know Dek Rara. Mas Iqbal hasn't stopped by.” Aunt Ratna put a parcel of fruits on the table.

“Thank you aunt,” Khaira smiled kindly. He immediately introduced his brother and sister-in-law to aunt Ratna.

“Oh, so mbak Rheina the owner of the famous boutique is her brother-in-law Rara's deck. Well, do not expect yes ... “ aunt Ratna looked Khaira and Rheina alternately.

“That's aunt …. “ Rheina tries to be friendly to her sister-in-law's guests.

Hasya welcomed aunt Ratna's hand with a flat face. He felt uncomfortable seeing the appearance of his sister's new neighbor.

Ira and Azkia welcomed Khaira's guests with wrinkled faces. Those who are accustomed to the environment are clean’i just stroking the chest to see the appearance that is very unexpected them.

Seeing the Khaira brothers looking at each other, Aunt Ratna felt uneasy. He felt his presence was inappropriate and disturbed the atmosphere that morning.

“Neither aunt, please sit down,” Khaira take a single seat to give a place to his guests.

“Nevent need to de. Aunty and husband also want to go to the house of in-laws. Ntar Malem just stopped by here again. Fear of returning to the sidelines.”

“Good aunt. Thank you for that …. “

Khaira follows in the footsteps of aunt Ratna. The two walked together until they reached the side door that was usually passed by aunt Ratna when she went to her house.

“Wah, delivered to here,” aunt Ratna was happy because Khaira followed him to the door of their house.

“Hopefully the journey of aunt and husband smoothly,” Khaira said while smiling.

“Aamiin,” aunt Ratna soon passed and disappeared behind the door of her house.

Not long after all who were in the house following the husbands who were still sitting relaxed enjoying the atmosphere of the morning so comfortable.

“Seneng ya can see the seger in the morning?” Hasya immediately shook her body beside Valdo who was enjoying warm coffee.

“True mbak. Valdo was the most excited. Until not blinking the eyes ..” Junior immediately complained to Hasya excitedly.

“You were de, mas was just joking,” Valdo looked at Junior with annoyance because Junior did not defend him even exaggerating.

Ariq, Ali and Fatih smiled at the conversation. The once spacious gazebo was now dense when everything gathered together into one.

Ivan immediately sat down to Khaira who casually snorted at Hasya's chatter and her husband and Junior.

“Not surprisingly yes unifying aunt of the neighboring nation with you,” Rheina sneered while looking at Ali who looked at him did not understand.

“Oh, which is viral in medsos is yes mbak?” Azkia looked at Rheina curiously.

“Who else?” connect Hasya quickly. He is still upset with Junior complaints, “Ntar malem no ration.”

Valdo was surprised to hear Hasya whisper in his ear. His eyes were immediately round looking at his wife who was now turning her gaze to Ivan and Khaira.

“That's not a unifying aunt of the nation ...” Junior interrupted again.

“Lantas what?” Rheina looked at Junior curiously.

“Collection of the nation,” Junior said, “ See only malem, there must be no room because it has been locked from the inside. Ha ha ha ...”

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