The Desired Angel of Heaven
Chapter 54

Faiq frowned as the date alarm on his phone went off. He frowned while opening the phone. Faiq's eyes were wide open. Today was the date of his wife's birth, and he did not congratulate Hani. Instead he dodged and did not sleep in their room last night.

“Astagfirullahadjim..” The shadow of Hani's sad face suddenly flashed in her head. “I'm sorry dear, have forgotten your important day.” He quickly dialed Hani's number hoping to be the first to congratulate her.

Faiq frowned at the operator's reply that the number he had contacted was out of reach. He tried again, but the operator's answer remained the same. Faiq glanced at the clock on his wrist.

“AT 10:30 Wib. Does he pick up kids at school, or meet clients outside?”  Faiq opened the chat, it was possible that there was Hani's message written there. But again he was disappointed, there was no news from Hani.

He looked at the wallpaper of his wedding and Hani's. Hani's smile and shady face made her claustrophobic. Suddenly the feeling of longing tormented him so much. He zoomed in on Hani's face, filling the screen of his phone.

A perfectly-looking young woman entered Faiq's room. “Good morning, sir. I'm Deby your secretary.” The beautiful woman was fascinated to see the owner of the showroom. “Wah, refreshing view. It's great to have a handsome boss.” His inner.

Faiq averted his glance. “What is my schedule during here?” Faiq invited Deby to sit in front of him.

Politely Deby complies with Faiq's wishes. He immediately explained that at 11:30 his client invited him to meet at the restaurant de Soematra. After 3 o'clock, there will be a meeting with the marketing department in the meeting room.

“Good. Please continue your work. Prepare the file, give it to Hendra. We'll go together.”  Faiq tried to contact Hani again. He did not care about Deby who was still looking at him with sparkling eyes.

Faiq took a quick look at him. “Is there anything you want to say, miss?”

“Oh.ti... no, sir.” Deby stuttered, “I'm sorry.” Shamefully Deby left Faiq's room.

“Yes God! Boss, your gaze excites me..” Deby stroked his neck, his throat felt dry.

Faiq shook his head at the behavior of his secretary. He called Hani's number again, but there was no answer. He tried to call Karman's number. Faiq believes the driver is home.

“Assalamu’alaikum, with Faiq.” Karman frowned seeing Faiq contacting him.

“From earlier I called Rara's number. But always out of range. Is the mistress out of the house, mang?”

Karman was silent for a moment. What should he say, “Tadi went with the twins, den.”

“Alright, mang. Thank you.” Faiq heaved a sigh of relief, after hearing Karman's reply.  He closed his eyes for a moment. “If he comes back, tell me, mang.”

“Good, den.” Karman felt guilty for lying to his employer, but how else. He did not want to burden Faiq who still had duties outside the city.

The shadow of the quarrel at the dinner table last night greatly disturbed Faiq's mind. He realized that a full-on-wound look was on Hani's face. His clear eyes fogged up the tears that were about to spill.

Faiq rubbed his face. She doesn't know why she's feeling so sensitive now. So that he always spills his frustration on Hani and the children. He always protected them. Never say rude, let alone yell at his children.

Something is wrong in their home. Each close to Hani and the children, his emotions become uncontrollable. His plan to take Hesti and divorce him has not been implemented because of the accident that hit Hesti.

Faiq was confused by his feelings. Why was it that last night he couldn't resist the Hesti who was being aggressive towards him. If only the nauseous feeling did not bother him maybe something he tried to avoid would happen, and it must have hurt Hani a lot.  The sadness suddenly disturbs Faiq's feelings. She has no idea what caused her relationship and Hani has been deteriorating lately.

The knock on the door startled Faiq's daydream. Hendra was ready with the file in his hand. “We'll be leaving soon, mr.”

Faiq nodded his head and followed his assistant's steps into the parked luxury car and would take them to the restaurant de Soematra.

“Faiq Al Fareza?” one of his clients shook Faiq's hand as they met in a private room in the restaurant.

“Arbi?” Faiq embraced his friend who was the same al-Azhar graduate of Egypt. For 7 years they have not met.

“Wah, you have success now.” Arbi Ibn Hafil laughed loudly, remembering their struggle during the continuing SI education in Al-Azhar Egypt for 4 years. “How much is your son now?”

Faiq smiled, “My son is three people. A pair of twin boys and a girl.”  The shadow of the three reappeared making the longing waver in Faiq's chest

“Joss tenan!” Arbi smiled and felt the happiness of her friend. “Finally there are also women who are able to melt this polar ice.”

“You alone?”Faiq looked at Arbi with a curious look.

“I'm married already 8 months, and my wife is 3 months pregnant.”

“Wah, congratulations yes. Tokcer also.”  Faiq chuckled at Arbi's story.

“He'll be here soon. You know, he wants to ride a supercar. That's why I was curious when I heard the owner of this showroom his name was exactly with my college friend.”

“Basic cravings son of the sultan.” Laughter Faiq wider hear Arbi speech.

A woman of their age wearing a robe and veiled approached the three. Arbi took his hand.

“Honey, the owner is my friend.” Arbi introduced his wife to Faiq. “Include my wife, her name is Zakiah.”

Faiq and the two cupped hands together. Although he did not see his face because it was blocked by a veil, but Faiq was sure his friend's wife must be beautiful. From his eyes Faiq saw that.

“What are your activities now?” Faiq was curious about Arbi's work.

“Me and wife manage travel agency Hajj and Umroh.”

“Wah congratulations. Good luck and success always”.

After lunch, they returned to their respective places. And Faiq felt grateful, because Arbi recommended some friends who wanted to order a supercar after seeing the latest model in Faiq's showroom. When they split up, the two exchanged phone numbers.

At four in the afternoon Hendra drove Faiq back to the hotel where he was staying. He had just finished performing the Ashar prayer when his phone rang. He quickly grabbed the phone, hoping Hani would contact him. Disappointment was again present in Faiq's heart. It turns out that the name of Hesti is listed there.

“Assalamu’alaikum.” Welcome Faiq.

“Waa’laikumussalaam. Mas, me and mom will consult an orthopedic specialist.” Hesti said spoiledly.

“Good. Send me your account number I'll transfer it. May your feet recover. So you can move back.”

“Yes, mas. I also want to join you on traveling.” Hesti's voice sighed in seduce. “Mas when to go home I miss.”

Hearing Hesti's words just now made Faiq's jidat wrinkle. He's worried that Hesti misinterpreted their kiss last night.

“I close first yes.  Still no meeting with staff.” Faiq immediately closed their conversation. He tried to contact Hani. Faiq shook his head in disbelief, as the number he contacted was always out of reach.

Hesti smiled sumringah when he found out the transfer of 10 million rupiah. He immediately told the Goddess sitting next to him.

“Over time we will become millionaires like this. I hope you stay by his side. Faiq is very rich. When else do I have a daughter-in-law like her.”

“I love him, ma'am. I hope Mas Faiq immediately planted his seed in my womb. That way he can't divorce me.”

“Hopefully, dear.” Goddess stroking hair Hesti. She hopes her son's marriage will last until the end. Moreover, he was very proud of his handsome and wealthy son-in-law.

Faiq tried to contact Hani's cell phone. But all those calls got no answer, always out of reach. Faiq tried to throw away the bad thoughts that suddenly crossed his mind. He sent a chat to Hani. After waiting an hour remains the same, still tick one.

After performing Isya prayer, Faiq again contacted Hani's phone, but still no answer. He's looking for Lina's number maybe he ever kept it. But again Faiq had to swallow disappointment. His mind was completely confused.

The sad face of Hani who tried to hold back tears by hugging the twins again flashed in his mind. Faiq could not sleep quietly, as he had not been able to contact them.

Faiq tried again to call Hani's number, still out of reach. The longing for his little family was very disturbing to Faiq's mind.  Busy at the office and accompanying Nesti made him feel distant with the children, especially the last two weeks he always went home at night. And it's been almost two weeks that he hasn't touched his wife.

Faiq opened a photo gallery to treat the longing for Hani and her children. One by one he looked at their pictures with a smile. His activity made Faiq's longing a little treatable. After being satisfied to see the photos of Hani and her children, Faiq immediately closed his eyes, while imagining the intimacy that had occurred between him and Hani. Until finally feeling tired makes Faiq sleep soundly.

That morning, Deby dressed up more perfectly than usual. He wants the owner of the showroom to glance at him, thankfully make a wife. Although only the warmers of the bed he willingly, as long as he can feel the body burly boss.

Seeing Faiq who had entered the room, Deby quickly caught up with him while bringing a cup of coffee along with a snack. His steps were made as graceful as possible. Without knocking on the door, Deby entered the room.

“Good morning, sir.” Deby greets Faiq with a sweet-talking voice.

“Hm.” Answer Faiq coldly. “What am I doing today. I will be back in Jakarta in the afternoon. For the next you can report directly on Tarigan” sir

“Wah, should gercep nih.” The inner Deby hears the words Faiq.

He is not happy working under Tarigan's boss. The guy is rude, not exciting, but for the sake of a limited edition bag Deby forced to quench the thirst of the fat man. Bravely Deby stood beside Faiq.

At the time of holding out the report that Faiq had to sign deliberately his hand touched the chest of Faiq's field. The stinging scent of Deby's perfume makes Faiq's nausea return. But he tried to hold it.

“What are you doing?” Faiq tried to distance himself from Deby's body attached to him.

“Bos liked it? I'm ready to serve?” Deby's naughty glance read Faiq.

Seeing Faiq returning seriously to read the report, Deby again approached Faiq by accidentally unbuttoning the blouse, revealing a challenging cleavage.

“Hoek, hoek..” This time Faiq can not dodge. The nausea attacked him again. He immediately ran to the toilet, what he had had lunch was out unceremoniously. His head felt pulsating again.

Deby gawks at his boss's behavior. He did not expect his boss' reaction to be excessive. Perfume used is a perfume mihil souvenirs from France brought by customers who usually wear it and the price is not enough cans to buy an evening dress in the famous butiq.

“Bos where?” Hendra who entered was suddenly surprised not to see Faiq in his seat of greatness.

“No idea, tuh. Boss nauseous and instantly vomit there.” Deby looked at the toilet in confusion.

“I'll take him check up to the doctor. From yesterday such a boss.” Hendra glanced at Deby at a glance, “Please handle to Tarigan sir if any client wants to meet boss.”

“Good.” Deby nodded. Lost hope of approaching their new boss.

Hendra felt sorry to see Faiq's physical condition was very weak after spewing out his stomach contents. He suggested to Faiq for a general check-up. He didn't want anything to happen to his young boss.

Hendra immediately called his father Arman who is Darwaman's right-hand man in Jakarta. The son and father had long served with the Darmawan family, so their loyalty was beyond doubt.

Forced Faiq to agree to Hendra's proposal. He was also curious to know what disease he was suffering from. During this time he always maintain a diet and always exercise regularly.