The Angel of Gus

The extra part 29

...I-I mean how about Mr Buk ?" Ask Iqbal who is confused....

..." That is to say, we become a whole family Iqbal. You are my daughter-in-law !"...

...Deg..........

...Everyone was so surprised by what they heard. Including someone who is concerned with their heart problems....

" Dad, Jihan doesn't want to be fooled. Without any ties Aqil and Sapphira could be our family." Clearly Jihan.

" Yes the same as well..." Continue Ilham.

" That's a new plan, why are you angry anyway ?"

" Oh, that's it. Iqbal son sorry my husband yes. He likes to joke." Rima Say.

" It's okay Buk."

" But if one day you admire each other, don't postpone it !"

" Dad......" Garrumphed Ilham as well as Jihan at the same time.

" He he he...." Zafran only chuckled in response to the plotting of his two children.

Iqbal just went silent to digest the words of his boss. Until at any time, his heart would not waver with another woman other than Aqila. The name was already stuck in his heart, even now all he had in mind was Sapphira and Aqila.

He could not imagine that he would marry the daughter of his boss, what about the waiting of the man who was expecting him ? Wasn't his departure just to ask for a moment of self-strengthening alongside his woman of worship ?

Sapphira who understood her brother's daydream was really sad to see it. Here, he struggled to establish himself for Aqila, but I instead made him owe a debt of gratitude to his boss, Safira thought.

" Bang....."

" Why deck ?"

" Surely you haven't eaten. Eat bang, for Sapphira." Safira said, pleading.

It is true, Iqbal did not have time to think about his stomach with a mind that was worried about his only child.

" Yes deck, Brother will eat." Reply Iqbal.

Jihan watched the two sisters who loved each other very much. He was also seen reviewing his smile to see Iqbal so resigned when his sister asked him to eat immediately.

" Iqbal, I say yes, I want magrib. Sapphira may be healed, son !" Rima said as she stroked Fira's hand.

" Thank you very much ma'am, sorry we were a hassle."

" Not at all dear." Rima said with a smile.

" Mi, jihan same brother can not be here first ?" Ask Jihan to her mother.

" May dear, Bang jangain His sister is !" Her request.

" Well ready Mi..." Answer the Inspiration with respect.

" Allen..."

" Waalaikum salam..."

After the departure of Zafran and his wife, Jihan was very familiar with Sapphira. Seen from the two who chatted with each other while laughing. Likewise with Inspiration who invites Iqbal to talk.

" Okay, of course we're the same age. But your sister is older than my sister..." Answer Iqbal to make Ilham laugh.

" Hey, you guys, you're talking about us ?" Guess Jihan.

" Eh, no mbak."

While Ilham was just a whimper to see Iqbal who was being cared for by his brother.

' Brother Iqbal is not so bad. He shaleh, well, considerate and like family dear ?' Mumbles Jihan in the heart.

" Astagfirullah, why am I this."

" Why brother ?" Ask Safira.

" Eh, it's nothing." The answer is smiling.

Since then, Jihan has been so intimate with Sapphira that she has always met Iqbal.

Iqbal only felt grateful, if his sister had now recovered and returned cheerful as before. What he was thinking now, how to return the money that Zafran had lent for Safira's medical expenses.

Day after day, month after month, Iqbal had devoted half a year to the Zafran family. Jihan has now resumed her studies in Cairo, but even so, the familiarity that has been established with Iqbal's sister has not changed at all. Every night, Jihan always calls Safira even though she just wants to know how she is.

***

Dikairo, Jihan was lying on her bed while making her script session in front of the laptop.

But somehow, his memory floated on the figure of someone he always considered brother 6 months ago.

' Why do I even remember brother Iqbal huh..? Almost every mallem I talk to Safira on the phone. Is this perhaps what you miss ? ' Jihan murmured as she chuckled to herself.

" Astagfirullah, did I miss Iqbal ? Ah, it can't be..."

Jihan rolled back and forth on her bed smilingly remembering the person.

While in Indonesia, Iqbal is in the middle of his reign in the third of the night.

' O Allah, O Lord, if you wish...I really miss him. If I say hope, I expect it.

The name that I always mentioned in my every bow, the name that I always adorned flowers in my heart, the name that I always remembered even that name was the one I was most looking forward to standing together, walking together, walking together, build and build together until your death. Aqila Audy...Anna uhibbuka please ya Ukhty '

" Astagfirullahaladzhim...." Someone woke up from his sleep with sweat already soaking his forehead.

' Who said the word and the ring of who I wear '

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