Earth Angel

Chapter 53: I Was Waiting

After a small debate between gea, luchia, and reno. Gea, choosing silence and not taking sides with anyone, is instead more supportive of azwar and zhivana relations. Very harmonious and looks appropriate to match in the guarantee.

Zhivana has realized, the azwar family has come to visit and until now still accompany zhivana.

"Son, if you need something say it" said umi Aisyah while smiling with warmth.

Zhivana smiled.

"Thank umi. Sorry zhivana even ngerepotin umi same abi"

Kiai husen smiled by wiping his zhivana head affectionately.

"No son, you're abi and umi's son. Tomorrow is your wedding day with Azwar. So don't mind much, rest"

Zhivana nodded with a friendly smile.

Afternoon has arrived, zhivana is home, decided to go home quickly because she misses the atmosphere of the house. Reno and Luchia stopped by for a while to spread the food after returning home. Similarly with umi aisyah and kiai husen they have returned home. Zhivana is alone.

"I can look back. But baby, when I can see both my parents I can't see anymore"

Zhivana sat pensively on the mattress of her parents while hugging the family photo album. Everything is the same, nothing has changed. The warmth that was once often felt now has been lost, replaced by the silence that struck.

"Tomorrow I'll get married! But why am I not happy. Mas azwar where, why when I could look back, mas azwar did not meet me" asked zhivana to himself.

Silent, his house was now very quiet. Tomorrow is his wedding day with Azwar. The figure of the famous sholeh man and his manners make the mothers who have a daughter want to match him with azwar, but unfortunately the man always refused and chose to marry him.

The sound of knocking on the door broke the daydream of zhivana, inched down from the bed to open the door, who visited the house this afternoon, even the day was getting dark, maybe soon the adzan magrib began to roar.

Zhivana opened the door slowly, for some reason when the door began to open the afternoon wind that should have been cool, even the cold that felt strange to just burst out.

"Mas azwar" said zhivana, as if in disbelief at the arrival of azwar.

The man smiled widely, his clothes were very neat! White cocoa clothes with a turban attached to the shoulders, black peci that makes his face more handsome, green sarong patterned box it looks neat.

"Assynogaic"

"Girishal"

Zhivana bowed her gaze, her right hand still faithfully holding the door.

"Good, you can see again. Congratulations to zhi! Sorry, I just saw you now."

Zhivana shook her head slowly, feeling very nervous every time she came close to Azwar.

"What the hell, where have I been, I've been waiting for you." Say it timidly.

Azwar smiled gently, if zhivana had the same love for him, he might not have let go of zhivana.

"There was business. I'm sorry, I've made you wait, I promise you, I won't make you wait anymore."

Zhivana raised her head, wanting to see the man who would soon be husband and priest to her.

"Mas, I love you" Shamefully said from the mouth of zhivana.

If the zhivana had not worn the veil, how red the cheeks of the zhivana held shame, the sweet smile continued to curl, as if she were very happy to have affection for the man before her.

Deg

Azwar reflexively held onto his chest, the smile that had been seen just now, grew even bigger. As if getting the extraordinary happiness of azwar feels to get his soul back.

Zhivana who received no response from azwar immediately turned her head. The man smiled as he looked at his chest.

Zhivana who was worried about azwar who even kept quiet while holding his chest, made herself remembered with azwar's blood cancer.

"Mas. Why are you? Does his chest hurt?" Ask with an anxious face.

The one being asked is silent.

"ill? Not sick, not happy."

"Yes zhi is sick, because tomorrow is not a mas who will marry you, but arrsyad. He deserves to be with you."

The gentle smile that azwar showed to zhivana was just a fake smile to cover up his heart wound. But it's okay this is all for the sake of zhivana, the woman deserves to be happy. Azwar can't be selfish. She also wants to see the woman she loves happy.

"His chest doesn't hurt."

Azwar nodded while smiling gently.

"Mas, why are you here in the afternoon? No more adhan magrib, I should have gone to the mosque, not here."

"Aren't you happy to stop by here?" The answer was pretending to be a lash.

Zhivana who saw the look on Azwar's face turned soft, immediately felt bad.

"Eh, not that. I'm just, I i-it's, I'm worried about it the same mas." He said in embarrassment.

"Zhivana khoirun. I love you so much! If God hadn't given me pain, I might be the happiest man! Because soon I'll justify you. Making you my heavenly angel, making you the most beautiful jewel of my world. But, it was all a mere delusion that would not be real."

"Zhivana, thank you for worrying about me, I'm so happy."

Zhivana responded with a smile.

"Dwelling"

"Yes"

"Trust! Even if you don't exist, but you'll always love you."

Zhivana blinked not understanding, what it meant.

"I mean, what?"

"Indeed, I'm not going anywhere. Don't leave me." Zhivana said back.

Azwar chuckled amusedly, looking at zhivana like a toddler boy who was reluctant to be left to go to the stall by his mother.

"You are going to the mosque" he said with a small laugh.

"Mas please don't scare me. Azwar, don't talk rich"

"Yes, yes sorry. Then go home first"

"Not going to the mosque." Ask zhivana wonder.

For some reason today, zhivana felt something strange, this man in front of her, like not the usual azwar.

"Yes to the mosque. If so, then first. Take good care of yourself. Assalamualaikum zhivana." Say it with a smile.

Zhivana returned that smile.

"Waalaikumsalam mas azwar."

Zhivana looked at Azwar's back that was getting away, it felt strange, but I don't know what. Zhivana chose to go straight into the house.

Adzan magrib has reverberated. The plan is for Umi Aisyah and some santri to stay at her house tonight.

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