The Angel of Gus

A similar name

Rasya was stunned as the woman who was feeling the pain in her legs glanced at him.

Her eyeballs and her netra remind her of someone. Or maybe the person himself is Aisya ? Rasya was still wondering in his mind without taking his eyes off.

"Ehem, sorry brother, if that's what I'm staying for. Excuse me !" Said mbak Dewi who turned out to make Rasya wrong and then nodded.

"You're going to the hospital ?" Rasya Tawar.

The woman just shook her head, "No need sir, it's been a little better," he politely declined.

The woman tried to stand up from her seat, but it turned out that her legs were not able to stand properly until her body staggered, holding hands to support her.

Degs...

Their gazes met again, enjoying the shadow that flashed from each other's sight.

His second heart was beating unusually, feeling a strange tremor as the white hand touched the skin of his hand.

"Astagfirullah," the woman immediately regained her senses and quickly released her hand which was still holding Rasya's.

"Ma-maf sir !" He felt guilty for holding the hand of a man he did not know at all.

Rasya nodded, he was still staring at her hand that had just been touched by the beautiful woman. It still felt warm and even left a little mark because the woman was holding her hand so tightly.

"Wait a minute !" Rasya said asking him to wait.

The woman squinted, she felt confused why should I wait ? What would that man do ?

Before long, Rasya returned with a woman who had helped him. None other than the goddess.

"Please help him get in !" Pinta Rasya on mbak Dewi.

"Eh, but...."

"Why ? Want to try it yourself ? Don't walk, just stand up like a drunk." Rasya's gaze turned on the Goddess' mother,"Help Ukhty's, mbak !" Tell her again to the goddess.

Aisya was no longer able to resist after the hand of the goddess mother began to touch her arm. He walked with the help of the Goddess, stepped a little hobbled to hold his wound that felt pain and pain.

If only he knew he would have an accident like this, he would rather undo his intention to find a job today.

Maybe the Evan family does not mind having to pay for the daily needs of their future daughter-in-law, but Aisya has to endure bad feelings for years depending on life for others, Aisya said, yes, although later they will also be part of the family, but still, Aisya felt unworthy of being treated like a princess whose needs were always met without having to work hard. Do you know ? That's not Aisha's life. Who depend on others to meet their needs.

"It's !" Rasya gave the ointment to Aisya."Treat your wounds !" Further again.

"Thank you," Aisya replied after receiving Rasya's gift.

Rasya twisted his body and stepped foot intending to return to his work space. But he stopped his steps when Aisya invited him back to talk.

Rasya again turned his body to stare full asked the woman.

"Is there a job opening ?"

Rasya shook his head, "Everything is filled," he replied.

Aisya sighed harshly, she had to find a job where when she really needed a job.

Rasya saw clearly Aisya looked disappointed after hearing her answer.

"Afwan, who wants to work ?" Rasya asked who suddenly his curiosity appeared.

"I'm !"

Rasya's eyes were round in disbelief. Ukhty this wants to work ? Why ? Even from the looks of his clothes he is a person to be, then why should I look for a job ?

Rasya pulls a chair with a table in the middle as a barrier and the distance between him and someone who is not his mahram.

"Ukhty sure you want to work ?"

Aisya was speechless, but the nod of her head was certain that it was the answer to Rasya's question.

"Why ?"

"What is the importance of knowing my life ? Why ask that detail ?"

Ah, that's right too. Rasya grumbled in his heart feeling like he was out of words until he had to ask a private thing that he did not deserve to know.

"Ah, sorry, I just want to make sure that someone really needs a job" he replied.

The logical reason. Bathin Rasya smiled.

"If you are willing to give me a job, God willing I will not rent out the father, especially the customers in this cafe," said Aisya reassured Rasya that his intention was not kidding. Aisya could not tell why she was looking for a job while all her needs were met without any flaws. Yes, hopefully the man in front of him right now will be kind enough to give him a job.

"What should I believe in you ?"

"I have not experienced working sir, but I am sure this time my performance will satisfy the father and also the customer. Give me the opportunity to work here ! The rest, God willing I will make you believe with my intention," Aisya replied filled with confidence.

"Alright, I'll give you a job here. Whatever the problem, hopefully quickly resolved. Welcome to the R. S. cafe !"

Aisya nodded, she smiled happily behind her veil-covered face."Thank you very much, sir !"

Rasya nodded, he also felt the happiness of the woman who had just got a job in her cafe.

"I am Rasya, the owner of this cafe. Never worry if there is something you want to ask. I have never considered you my subordinates, we are all equal in the eyes of God and I consider you the same as that," said Rasya who does not want if until his employees feel or think very low in the eyes of his boss.

Aisya nodded in understanding.

"May I know ukhty's name ?"

"I am Isya, sir !"

"Isaiah ?" Rasya repeated Aisya's sentence. Aisya nodded in confirming. Slightly confused by Rasya's gaze at him, even more so at this moment Rasya walked increasingly closer towards him.

Why this guy, is there something wrong with my name ? Bathin Aisya.

"W-Is there anything wrong, p-pak ?" Aisya asked stammered and nervous as Rasya was already in front of her, even this time the distance was so close.

Rasya did not answer Aisya's question. He was still focused on looking at the woman's net with clinging. The shadow of massalalu suddenly flashed in Rasya's mind, the shady and calm eyes that made him feel at home for a long time staring at him.

Masabodoh who looked at his mahram or not, but clearly, there is a peace of its own when staring at the bead of the eyes of the woman who just mentioned his name.

"Your name, and your eyes, are so similar to Aisya's" said Rasya softly but still clearly heard in Isya's sense of hearing.

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