AIRING With You

89. The Hand that Keeps Grasping

Aleena stood in front of the window of the private restaurant looking at the beautiful light of the tall building. He was still thinking about Rangga who memorized the date on which his monthly guests came. A pair of hands coiled around her stomach and a curved smile on Aleena's pretty face. A chin was placed on his shoulder.

"Mas" call Aleena. Aleena's hand was already on the back of Rangga's hand which was still coiled on his stomach.

"Hem."

Rangga closed his eyes. Aleena's body scent became opium to her and would be a very soothing natural therapeutic scent.

"Why can't I refuse the wedding date Uncle gave me?"

Rangga's eyes opened when he heard the sentence thrown by his future wife.

"meaning?" He doesn't understand.

"Mas's gonna know by that date I'm still a hitch. Why did you agree that our wedding was held on that date? Where I haven't been able to fulfill my obligations as a wife." A guilt-filled mimic was present on Aleena's face..

Rangga straightened his head. He turned Aleena's body gently. Staring closely at Aleena's face that looks sad.

"Why should I refuse?" ask Rangga. "The date that Daddy gave you is definitely a good date. It's not good that it's delayed."

"Mas-" His guilt-ridden rampage grew even more pronounced. Rangga smiled and gently rubbed Aleena smooth cheeks.

"Listen yes, dear." Rangga said very softly. Looking at Aleena with love.

"Mas married you not just out of lust. I married you because I love you and love you. Mas wanted to perfect Mas worship by marrying a woman who had long loved Mas. Mas did not dispute the matter of the first night, the main thing is that we become a legal partner in the eyes of law and religion. Halal does anything without anyone forbidding."

Which woman is unhappy to hear a simple sentence that is full of meaning. Though for a man who is expected when married, the first night. Not with Rangga.

"You want us to do the first night of the week after it's legal even a month after we get married. Mas's goal is to marry you because Mas wants us to always be together. Grasping each other and strengthening each other in all circumstances. I always want to keep you company and look after you."

Aleena hugged Rangga's body. Clear thread drips too. God has prepared a wonderful soul mate for him. The soul mate he did not expect God to present.

"Is this what I call a beautiful rainbow after the rainstorm that I had to go through yesterday?"

Aleena hugged Rangga's body tightly. Immerse his face in the chest of the field of the future husband. Rangga returned Aleena's embrace was no less tight and affixed a warm kiss on the tip of the head of the woman he loved so much.

"Thank God for creating a near-perfect human being like Rangga."

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It has been midnight the debate continues to take place in the house of Aksara. Riana was already massaging her dizzy forehead.

"No, Dad. Aleena and I agreed to the dowry."

"Don't be shy Daddy, Brother." The sentence of Aksa is full of emphasis.

"Dad, me and Aleena have agreed to marry with a simple theme." Ranggau explained.

"Simple from where, sister," said Agha who is still focused on the rectangular screen on the family room table.

"That's not Brother's will, Mas." Rangga breathed a heavy sigh.

"That's all Daddy's will. So, you have to follow Daddy's will." Aksa is still adamant.

"But, Dad-" Rangga was still trying to negotiate.

"Udahlah, Brother. Just come along and Daddy wants." Riana already did not want to be dizzy because of the endless debate.

"That's not it, My," Rangga looked at the mother. He also looked at his father.

"I don't want to trouble you. I also don't want to say foster children who don't know are lucky. Using Daddy's big name for my personal gain." A great fear that Rangga finally said. He didn't want his father's name to be ugly in everyone's eyes.

"Who would dare to say that? Daddy's tongue will cut right now." Aksa never messed with his words.

"From your childhood it never took away Daddy. You go to Junior High School to the scholarship school because of your good academic value. Even the pocket money from the results of your work after school. Daddy should be ashamed that Daddy can't do anything for you. Just confessing to me as your father without ever financing you."

"Don't say that, Dad." Rangga clasped his father's hand.

"That's my will. I want to be named Daddy's son as long as Daddy lets me try to pursue all the dreams I've arranged neatly."

There was an agreement between Rangga and Aksara before Rangga was legally appointed as his son. A request that made Aksa shake her head. There are many who want the privilege of the power that Aksa has, but it is different with Rangga.

"I don't need material from Daddy or anyone else because it can be searched, all I need is a hand that can guide me. The hand that leads me towards the straight path is also winding. The hand that never let go of me to slowly climb up step by step. Never let go when I fall, always hold me when I try to rise from the pain of falling. The hand that until now still holds me where I have become a more useful human being than before."

Aksa was silent to hear it. So did Agha and Riana. That sentence made their mouths faint.

"Don't ever let go of my hand, Dad. Keep leading me because Daddy is the life guide for me."

Aksa who never cried finally shed tears hearing a sentence that was so touching and sincere that came out of Rangga's mouth. An orphan who made him fall in love because of his manners and warm.

"Without Daddy's hand, I wouldn't be the Rangga I am today."

Rangga hugged Aksa's body so tightly. But the father did not say much. Only a clear grain was able to come out of his eyes. Riana already rubbed her face because of the haru taste that appeared. Likewise with Agha who can not blink to see his father and brother.

"Why is Brother slicing a sack of onions?" Agha's question made Rangga relax his embrace.

Agha's face was already very flat and made Rangga smile. He spread his arms and Agha sprang to embrace Rangga's body.

"Thank you, Mom. Have brought you into this warm family. Thank you for being a friend of a child."

"Sister isn't a parlor boy. Mommy and Daddy's sister." The voice of Agha is heavy.

Aksa and Riana looked at each other. They are both very happy and proud to see Rangga and Agha who are very close even though they do not have blood ties.

"Sister is Mas's brother. The first son of Mr. Ghassan Aksara Wiguna. No one can change that line."

...***To Be Continue***...