The Desired Angel of Heaven
Chapter 53

In the room with tears Hani still waiting for the arrival of Faiq. He was really sad, but today is his 29th birthday. But it seems that the presence of Hesti has made Faiq forget his birthday.

When they were not close, Faiq always came and invited him and the children to eat outside to celebrate his birth date. Then Faiq will take them to play on the ground, as well as give a special gift for him.

Hani stroked the ruby-eyed necklace, which was a birthday present from Faiq. Her tears flowed with deep sadness. Now Faiq had divided his heart for another woman, and it was very painful for Hani.

The clock shows at 12 p.m. Hani was still waiting for Faiq in their room.  He will speak from heart to heart with Faiq. Given the words of Dewi who said that Faiq would not divorce Hesti, because they would continue the marriage and legalize their series marriage.

With the incident he saw in Hesti's room, Hani had made up his mind that he was going to give up. He realized it would affect the children, but Hani was ready to get hurt. Isn't he used to it.

Hani laughed softly at the stupidity he was doing. He won't regret it, maybe this is God's way of making it stronger. And he resigned, he would be strong for the sake of the children. Moreover, knowing that Hesti had been pregnant with Faiq's child, of course Faiq would maintain their marriage. Because Faiq loves children so much. As for him, until this moment there are no signs that indicate that he contains his baby with Faiq. In exhaustion and sadness waiting for Faiq finally Hani fell asleep.

That morning as usual Hani went downstairs to prepare breakfast for the twins, and breakfast with the others. The dining room was very quiet. Hani scrunched his forehead, whereas the new clock showed at 6:30.

“The lady does not need to prepare breakfast for Mr. Faiq. The young master had already left with the mistress of Nesti and the Goddess maam. He told me he was going to Surabaya for three days. So the mistress does not need to prepare food for mr.”

“Deg...” Hani's heart wound is getting gaping wide. With heavy steps he returned to the room. That was how Faiq was with him. Go with Hesti and her mother without saying goodbye to her. Tears flowed back Hani's cheeks that were still swollen from crying over her fate and the children all night.

Now he and the children are meaningless on Faiq's side. And this morning everything was proven. It turned out that Hestilah was Faiq's priority right now.

Hani shook his head realizing his stupidity, having to experience the feeling of being betrayed a second time. What's the point of surviving, if Faiq doesn't need him by his side. Hestilah was the lucky woman who would accompany Faiq, and was now pregnant with the fruit of his love.

“Nyonya..” Ningsih surprise daydream Hani.

“I'm sorry, bi.” Hani hurriedly wiped away her tears.

“Not that I want to defend the mistress and the children. But your deeds are outrageous. It scares the kids..”

Hani digests Ningsih's remarks, “Thank you for the attention bi Ningsih.”

“During this time the master is very attentive to the mistress and the children. I don't think, why did you change so quickly.”

“Already, bi. Maybe I am not the best for Faiq. I am a widow with 3 children.  Mas Faiq and Hesti were indeed the right pair. I'll give up for them.”

“But madam, how about big lord and big mistress?” Ningsih was worried to hear Hani's desperate tone.

“Mother and father will understand.” Hani's gaze pierced out the window. “ If mas Faiq already do not want me and the children, let alone the ones I have to wait. I'm used to getting hurt. And this is nothing..”.

Ningsih was saddened to hear Hani's words that were helpless in the face of the domestic crisis.

“Thank you for the help bi Ningsih during my and the kids stay at this house.” Hani realizes the sadness of the parobaya woman who works at her in-laws' house.

With a lackluster step Hani headed towards Hasya's room. He saw the little guy drinking milk while playing his cute bunny doll. Tears streamed down Hani's cheeks watching the sight.

His innocent children, must witness their conflict every day. Of course it is not good for their growth in the future. Faiq, who he hoped would become a good priest and father to guide them, is now even further out of reach.

The company as well as Hesti and Dewi had monopolized themselves Faiq, so he and the children never again had time together. Hani now realizes all the patience he has to stay by Faiq's side is futile. For what he struggled, if only alone. The kids need themselves.

Hani stepped towards her room. He immediately contacted Hanif. Luckily, Hanif greeted him.

“Assalamu’alaikum, what's the matter this morning already called?”

“Dek, take us with you!” defense Hani jebol. He could not hold his cry anymore. He was tired of the drama of his home. Patience is at its nadir point.

“What happened, ma'am? I happen to be in Bandung with Wulan.”

“Quickly wait.” Hani immediately hung up his phone and intended to pack his clothes to put in a travel bag.

His resolve is round. It is up to people to judge him impatiently undergo household exams, he does not care.  Hani doesn't think about herself. But he thought psychologically about the children in the future, because this is the second time he experienced it.

Hani unpacked the clothes in the wardrobe. During his marriage to Faiq, he had never been shopping for new clothes, so not much time was wasted to move into the travel bag. After all her clothes were clean, she called Lina.

Lina is now in Hani's room and surprised to see some travel bag has lined up neatly.  He looked at the scene in front of him in confusion.

“Lin, starting today we will move from this house. Immediately clean the twins and dede clothes. Soon Hanif will be coming to pick us up.”

“What happened, mbak?” Lina looked at Hani with a questionable look.

“I'll give up. Mas Faiq will soon formalize his marriage to Hesti, as Hesti has been pregnant with her child.” Hani answered Lina's question with great sadness.

“But mbak, how about Mr Faiq? Do you allow mbak to go take the children to leave this house.” Lina tried to restrain Hani from rashly leaving Faiq along with the snake demon.

“I'm not strong, Lin. Mas Faiq has reneged on his promise. There's nothing else I've been waiting for in this house. We will fight from the beginning.”

Lina felt the sadness of her master. He himself saw how the treatment of Dewi and Hesti who always insulted Hani plus the attitude of Faiq who was not warm as before.

“Good, mbak.” Lina soon passes leaving Hani tired of taking care of all her clothes.

“What happened, mbak?” Hanif looked at Hani confusedly seeing the bag was neatly arranged.

“I don't want to talk about it. Bring all my stuff. Take us anywhere.” Hani did not want to cry in front of Hanif and Wulan. “I surrender. You're correct. The woman had planned from the beginning, and she managed to master the Faiq.” mas

“Faiq jerk!” Hanif punched the door of Hani's room with emotion, so his hands spewed blood. “I will repay you. You have hurt my family.”

“Dek...” Hani grabs the injured hand of Faiq, “Mbak is fine. You have to be strong for the kids. Do not add to the sadness mbak.”

“Where is that bastard?” Hanif's eyes reddened with anger. She was disappointed to see her brother hurt a second time.

“Ia and Hesti go to Surabaya for 3 days.”  Hani answered quickly.

Wulan cleaned Hanif's bloodied hands. He tried to calm Hanif who was still burning emotions.

“Mbak ask you to lower all the wedding photos in this house to clean no remaining.” Hani said bitterly. It hurt to say that.

“Mbak sure?” Hanif looked at Hani who looked stiff.

“It's been a decision mbak.”

“Good.” Hanif nodded quickly. He knows, Hani is not the type of person who likes to be denied. He will obey all the wishes of his twin brother.

Within three hours there were no more figurines containing photographs of Hani in the house. Including the photo of the twins with Darmawan and his wife is clean. Like a transfer person Hanif called a car rental to transport all the goods Hani and his nephew from the magnificent house.

Karman and Bagong, who were guardians of the house, were shocked to see two boxcars entering the house. He knew Faiq wasn't home, because he drove him to the airport at 6 this morning.

“Mistress, what happened?” Karman approached Hani who was preparing to leave the house.

“I'm sorry, sir. We're moving out. Please kindly send my apologies to father and mother.”

“Is den Faiq tau?” Karman looked at Hani full of question marks. Little did he hear the story of his wife Ningsih who worked as ART in the house.

“Later Faiq will understand.” Hani looked at the old man with a sad feeling. “I'm saying goodbye, sir. And please don't tell him this. I don't want to disturb Faiq mas and mbak Hesti.”

Karman stared at the row of cars now leaving the house. He deeply regretted Faiq's unequivocal attitude towards Dewi and Hesti. But how else, Hesti is also Faiq's legal wife.

“Ah, dizziness me.” Karman hit his own head. He only hoped that Faiq would quickly realize his mistake. He was very sorry for Hani's decision to leave the house. But how else, if the undergo is not strong, for anything to survive will even be more painful.

Faiq, who was attending the opening of his luxury car showroom at 10:00 that morning, suddenly felt an overwhelming nausea. Without saying anything he immediately ran to the sink and vomited all of his entrails.

Hendra, who is Faiq's assistant, was astonished by his boss' behavior. He quickly approached Faiq.

“Master what happened to you?” he looked at her worriedly.

“I don't know, Hen. I've been sick and vomiting for two days.” Faiq was still glued in front of that sink. A sense of weakness approached him. “Is there any other activities I should follow?”

“Once the ribbon cutting is complete, you just need to meet some clients who already booked the car from 3 months ago.”

“Good. I'll just go straight to the office. Guests who come bring it to my room.” Faiq walked up from Hendra and entered the elevator to the 3rd floor of his study.

Faiq observed his new office. He was satisfied with his recent achievements. The showroom in Surabaya was completely beyond his expectations. The office is very nice and the arrangement of the room as he wishes. With only one lacking, Faiq looked at each side of the room trying to find the flaws that stuck in his mind.

“Oh yes. This room will be more alive if I put photos of Hani and the kids.” A faint smile fell on Faiq's lips.

The phone in his pants pocket is shaking. Faiq grabbed it straight away. He hoped Hani would contact him. For some reason so arrived at Surabaya Hani's face and children flashed on his head. But Faiq had to swallow the disappointment, not Hani who contacted him, but Hesti.

“Assalamu’alaikum.” Faiq answer call Hesti.

“Waalaikumussalam. We have arrived in Surabaya. Why don't you call me. Mom and I got home. Did you still feel rich nausea this morning?” a series of Quest questions like a train directly flowed in Faiq's ears.

“I'm fine. Thank goodness you and your mother have arrived home. Give her my regards. When I get back I'll call you.”

“Yes, mas. Don't forget to take care of your health. If need to check with doctor.”

“Good.” Faiq immediately disconnected the phone and switched the call to Hani's number.

Hesti felt annoyed that his phone had been cut off unilaterally. But a smile spread on his face. She believes that her desire to become the mistress of Al Fareza will soon be realized. Her mother's advice and help was really helpful.

Hesti rubbed his flat stomach. “It won't be long before I feel you have your flesh blood, mas. And I'll wait for our first night.”