The Desired Angel of Heaven
Chapter 221 S2 (Oma Travel)

Dr. Abhimanyu walked out of the room with a tense face. Ariq and Ali rushed up to him with a look no less tense.

“Sorry, our team has tried. But God wills another,” dr. Abhimanyu shook his head with his face turning grim.

“Omaaaaa …. “ Khaira can not bear to hear the words of dr. Abhimanyu.

“De, ade...” Hasya was surprised to realize the weakly drooping Khaira beside her.

Ivan quickly tried to lift Khaira. He stretched out his hand to reach for his wife's body.

“Do not touch Rara. All this is due to your actions.” Ali quickly brushed off Ivan's hand which was already holding his wife's shoulder.

Ali immediately picked up Khaira and carried her. He looked at Ivan very closely. His eyes were emitting anger.

“We will bring oma back to her home,” Ariq immediately gave instructions to his brother to hasten Marisa's funeral. He doesn't want to waste time. He was sure Junior would understand him.

Ivan breathed heavily. He did not expect that his dishonesty had caused the biggest problems in the family. He followed in Ali's footsteps with a look that could not be separated from his wife's face.

With a feeling of sadness he saw Khaira who was still unconscious in her in-laws sling. Everyone went back to their cars without speaking.

Ivan's headed for his car. He will not let his brother-in-law separate himself and Khaira. He has to make everything clear. He opened his phone to call Hari.

“Night boss …. “ Days answer Ivan call quickly. He had just cleaned himself up and was wearing new clothes.

“Please take care of all Bryan needs. For the next few days I can not visit him,” said Ivan quickly, “I was with Rara at the house of oma Marisa. He has died ...”

“Innalillahi wainna ilaihi roji’un …. “ Days surprised to hear Ivan say. He felt that all this had to do with Ivan's problem. Even though he did not want to be prejudiced, because everything had become a powerful destiny.

Ivan returned home to change clothes. It was impossible for him to wear a t-shirt to accompany his grieving wife and sister-in-law in a disrespectful dress. After replacing the cloth pants and cocoa clothes, Ivan soon followed to the oma house.

By the time Ivan got home there, everyone was already sitting around the corpse of the oma Marisa who had been wrapped in a shroud.  Uncle Hanif and his family were already there as well. It was he who represented as the host to welcome the neighbors who came to worship.

Junior who is still in Japan has also been notified. Because the distance was about 7 hours and 20 minutes, it was not possible for Junior to see the body of the oma the last time, he resigned and handed over all the decisions to Ariq.

Ivan saw Khaira sitting on her head against Fatih's shoulder. He feels sad. At this time, he should be next to his wife.

“Ivan …. “

Laras quickly approached Ivan who was sitting behind Khaira. He immediately sat down beside his son.

“Pardon mom for being late,” Laras looks at her sad looking son, “Mama didn't expect aunt Marisa to go ahead of us.”

Ivan did not answer his mother's words. His eyes could not be seen staring at the shoulders of his wife who went down and up holding sobs. He breathed heavily.

The recitation of dhikr and tahlil was echoed by several study groups led by ustadz Dasuki imam of adz-Zikri mosque. Ivan saw very many neighbors and relatives present and helped to solicit the body of the Marisa oma, until finally they were preparing to take the oma to her final resting place.

Ivan followed his brother-in-law to raise a coffin containing the body of the oma Marisa to the burrow. Everything fell silent, as soon as the coffins began to be inserted into the burrow.

It felt like Ivan jumped to catch the body of Khaira who returned after the ground began to cover the oma coffin. He held back the feeling of seeing his wife who was so beaten. He was quite relieved his mother and Hasya held Khaira's body from falling.

Ivan calls Roni and asks her to bring some clothes. He was sure that for a few days it was impossible for Khaira to return to their home. And Ivan will follow wherever his wife stays. He did not want Khaira and his brother to hate him more and more.

Until the night many colleagues and relations Ariq, Ali, even Fatih who came to express condolences for the departure of the Marisa oma.  Ivan also busied himself to help his brother-in-law who continued to face unbroken guests.

Hasya felt annoyed and sorry to see Ivan who looked tired of wara-wiri helping the workers who cleaned up the remnants of the banquet. He also did not hesitate to help when the workers rolled the carpet.

“Van, mbak know you are tired,” Hasya voice stops Ivan activity, “Rest, since coming from this afternoon mbak know you have not rest.”

“Thank you, mbak. Responsibility, stay three more carpets,” responsibility Ivan fast.

The clock shows at 11 p.m. Hanif was still sitting with his nephews on the front porch of the house. He had heard Ariq's story about the problems that occurred in the Khaira and Ivan households.

Hanif sighed softly. Hearing Ariq's story anger had churned in his chest. But as the only parent left, he should not indulge in emotions. He should be able to mediate among the influences he already considers like his own children. And he hoped that his nephew could face him with a cold head.

“Riq, in every household there are always ups and downs and problems that we can not avoid,” Hanif began to say slowly, “The light weight of the problem depends on the way each faces it.”

“Which we do not accept, why Ivan had to lie to Rara about his departure to Singapore. In addition, from the beginning he should be frank that he finances the treatment of his sick child.” Ariq was still rising while speaking.

“Remember now we are in mourning. Do not let your deceased oma not calm down because of the dispute that occurred between you …. “ Hanif tries to dampen Ariq's emotions.

“Traveling oma also due to Ivan's actions,” Ali interjected quickly.

“Hey, don't conclude too soon. Sickness, soul and death are the secrets of God. All will be taken by God according to the will of God. We will never know when our lives are taken.”

“We can't see Rara sad. He has gone through all. He awaits Ivan's decision and is ready to risk whatever Ivan decides,” Ali interrupts the conversation of his uncle and Ariq.

“We as servants of God's creation must not precede destiny,” Hanif said with a sigh, “Sin is great if we try to separate people who are tied to the rope of marriage. Because divorce is something that is halal but very hated by Allah.”

“Every household is wife dependent.  If a wife subsides with all the problems that occur in the household then heaven is the reply,” back Hanif sighed and issued slowly, “We let both of them solve this problem. Respect whatever is the decision of both of them. Allah will not give His servant any trials beyond the limits of the ability of a servant. And if they are able to face the test of life, then rest assured the promise of Allah is certainly with those who are patient.”

A feeling of sadness continued to envelop Ivan who saw Khaira in Fatih's arms towards his room upstairs. He hugged his wife to give strength to the sadness they were now experiencing.

All afternoon until tonight he was sure there was not a mouthful of rice even a mouthful of water that his wife enjoyed, because he himself was the same. There was no desire to enjoy the food, everything tasted bland.

Laras patted his son's shoulder in anguish. He knew the problems between his son and his son-in-law. He had heard the conversation between Hanif and his daughter-in-law's brother.

There was a bit of happiness when he found out that he had a grandchild that he had never imagined before. But the problem is not that trivial, it needs family meetings to discuss and find the best way out for all parties without having anyone hurt.

“Many ask Allah for guidance, surely you will get the best way for your household,” Laras stroke her shoulders gently, “Mama is sure Khaira will respect all your decisions.”

“Thank you ma,” Ivan replied uninspiredly.

“Mama go home first. Say hello mama to Khaira,” said Laras slowly.

Without speaking to Ivan, Ariq, Ali and Fatih walked past him who was still sitting while reading Hari's chat saying that he had taken care of all the needs of Claudia and her son.

Valdo sat beside him while glancing at Ivan's phone at a glance. He is sure Ivan is monitoring the condition of his son who began to improve and he has brought to Indonesia.

“How is your son doing?” Valdo pretends not to know Bryan's condition.

Ivan breathed a heavy sigh. He looked at Valdo with a raging feeling. There is no harm in telling this story with her sister-in-law's husband. Ivan believes that Valdo can be invited to exchange ideas about the problems he faces.

“Sure as a father, mas Valdo will definitely worry if his son has a chronic disease …. “ Ivan said with a grim face.

“What about Rara? Are you going to split up because you already have a son from your past daughter?” Valdo doesn't want to waste time. He must know Ivan's decision that he will convey to his brother-in-law later.

“Which may I take off Rara,” Ivan replied quickly, “I am sure Rara will accept Bryan inside our household and treat him as her own child.”

Hasya who happened to approach her husband and sister-in-law immediately sat beside Valdo with a tense face hearing Ivan's words.

“I saw that Sasha loved Aqilla very much. I am sure Rara can also love Bryan like her own son,” Ivan said slowly trying to convince her brother-in-law.

“The problem is not just that, Bryan still has a mother. Are you sure Claudia didn't expect more of your wish to bring Bryan into your household?” Hasya looked at Ivan sharply, “What else do we know that she is divorced with her husband.”

“You have to trust me. I will compensate Claudia for her future living expenses, so that she does not interfere with our lives.”

“Van, you can say that with confidence. We will not know what Claudia planned to get her wish,” Hasya still does not believe Ivan's words.

“I know Claudia well. He's not as bad as you think,” said Ivan assured, “He just wants Bryan's recovery, others don't.”

Hasya spread her shoulders to hear Ivan's words. He believes Ivan's feelings are sincere with Khaira. And he hopes that what Ivan says about Claudia is true. After engaging in another light conversation Hasya began to yawn, the cries of Babby A whose room was right next to the room they were sitting in with the incision rang out.

Hasya and Valdo say goodbye to Ivan to return to the room. Now Ivan himself lives on the sofa of the family room. He felt bad to catch up with Khaira in the room, given her brother-in-law's attitude of trying to keep her away from her.

Unable to withstand the sleepiness and fatigue that had invaded his body, Ivan finally began to stretch himself on the long sofa with his left arm wrapped while his right hand covered his face.

Ariq had a chance to talk with Valdo via phone listening to the results of Ivan's talks with Hasya and Valdo. He still refused to speak directly to Ivan. His heart was puffed up and still harbored resentment over Ivan's dishonesty to Khaira. But after hearing the words of Hasya and Valdo he was a little relieved, and was convinced that Ivan could not possibly hurt his younger brother.

Thirsty, Ariq came out of her room next to Khaira's. He went down to get some water. On going down the stairs he was surprised to see Ivan sleeping on the sofa without pillows and blankets, while the weather was very cold because it was raining very heavy.

The anger that had accumulated from the beginning in his mind immediately decayed to see Ivan's condition. Now he realized Ivan's feelings for Khaira could not be underestimated. Ariq approached Ivan and immediately patted him on the shoulder.

“Van …. “

There was no reply from Ivan, only a subtle snoring that was heard with the regular breaths he heard.

“Hei wake. Why are you sleeping here?” finally Ivan shook Ivan's shoulders strongly.

“There is a mas ....?”  Ivan opened his eyes surprised to see Ariq standing before him. There was no longer any anger in his eyes.

“Move to sleep in your wife's room there,” Ariq hinted with her index finger. He felt sorry to see Ivan looking cold on the sofa.

Ivan looked at Ariq confusedly. It was unbelievable to hear Ariq telling her to move into the room following Khaira. The thing he wanted from the beginning. But seeing the hostility on the faces of her in-laws all day made her hold back.

“Do you feel at home sleeping on this sofa?” Ariq looked back at him lazily, “As far as you.”

Ariq left Ivan stepping towards the kitchen to grab a drink. He forgot his thirst for having a brief conversation with Ivan.

With a feeling of pleasure Ivan stepped up the stairs to the room of his wife who so longed for. His sleepiness disappeared as soon as he entered the room.

***My dear reader's night. Some may be disappointed because there are actors. A little author wants to vent nih\, actually if in the novel there is an actor like that is his daily life. Horrified if the story there is a actor or a third person. In the life of Ivan and Khaira is not a third person who wants the author to be forward\, but how Ivan struggles for the healing of the son of a mere puppet that he did not get from the wife he loved so much. Even if there are protests\, well sometimes what we want is not always we get. So keep supporting ya\, everything will eventually Love will find its way back. Dear reader all .... ***