The Angel of Gus

He is Isha

Unbeknownst to him, Rasya had put on a smile that he rarely even showed.

Leaning his head on the seat of pride while recalling the incident that just happened.

Anxious just because of that word Rasya could not stop his smile.

Until the knock of the door, managed to disperse his imagination.

"Excuse me brother, did brother Rasya call me ?" Tanya mbak Dewi, Rasya's confidant in addition to her cafe manager.

Rasya nodded."Go in mbak !" Her request.

Ma'am Dewi walked over as ordered, his gaze lowered and he stood right to the left of Rasya with a distance of about one meter.

"Tomorrow there will be a new employee, I just ask mbak Dewi to help guide him !"

"Good brother. Are the employees women ?"

"Na'am, and she is the woman who was the goddess please," explained Rasya telling the core of the goddess.

"Then for the uniform how's sis ?"

"Specifically for him, there's no need !"

"Okay, I understand. Please leave out !"

"Please !"

Rasya chose to go home after it was felt that all the affairs in the cafe had been completed.

I don't know when happiness comes completely to Rasya's life, but at the moment the most important goal is Aishi. For the sake of Aishi he must be strong and strong even though honestly he himself has been very tired in his pretenses.

Huh the breath that is very tight he exhaled. His eyes water while staring at the streets, maybe his eyes can still focus on the steering wheel, but not with his current mind.

A life that for 6 years without a wife beside him, makes Rasya must feel how painful and bitter life is.

All he has gone through patiently and sincerely, although the heart cannot be lied to about everything that happened he still cannot accept it.

I missed you, very much ! The word that Rasya always says every day without ever being absent is Missing.

Until finally the car stopped right in the courtyard of his father-in-law's house.

Before descending, Rasya rubbed the remaining tears that were still attached even dried up on his face.

****

Different again in Evan's current residence, Aisya looked riled up and anxious how would she say her intention was to Evan ? While he had no more courage to face this man.

'Come on Isya, you can do it ! Want to get to when your life is always dependent on others, while your soul and body are still able to make a living on their own. Yes, I should be able to say this to Evan' Bathin's brother muttering as he gathered the rest of his courage.

Aisya walked to find Evan's current whereabouts, it was confirmed at this hour Evan was in his study.

Geck..

tock..

"Lock !" Answer from within.

"Sister !"

Evan turned to the source of the voice he had memorized who the owner of the voice was. He smiled, "Come !"

"Is there anything you want to say ?" Evan asked, understanding Aisya's face full of anxiety.

Aisya gave a small nod, making Evan smile again while turning his chair to be able to face the woman beside him at this time.

"What ?"

"Son, can Isha work ?"

Evan's face changed instantly, he seemed speechless to turn his gaze in another direction.

"Isha please sis, please allow Isya to work !"

"Is everything I give you still lacking, Isha ?"

"It's precisely because of that Evan's sister. Want to get to when Isha always depends on your life, want to be up to when brother ? Isya felt Isha's life was useless if it continued like this."

"You are my future wife, Isya, for what you work if I alone as your prospective husband is able to meet all your needs," said Evan felt less agree with the words of his future wife.

"Does that mean you're going away from me, Isha ?"

"It's not so, sister, Isya only asks for one thing at the moment, please allow Isya to work !"

Huh Evan sighed, willing to argue however he was with Aisya, already made sure he would lose. Aisya's sadness was her weakness, whatever Aisya's desire was all along Evan never rejected it. But to work, 100 times Evan had to think again to meet the wishes of his future wife.

"Isha please sis !" He said again, pleading.

Evan glanced at the woman's net worth, a tinge of sadness clearly visible in his eyes.

Evan gave a small nod and said, "But promise me, you can't be tired, anything else to make you faint !"

"Every sister, Isha promise !" He answered, smiling happily.

Permission from Evan he had obtained, now it was time to rest and Aisya also set himself in bed to immediately sleep.

Tomorrow was her first day of work, as much as possible Aisya came on time and disciplined herself as a new employee.

****

The hustle and bustle of Jakarta is increasingly felt when the dawn has appeared to occupy the throne guarding the earth.

After Aisya finished her dawn prayer, she was currently in a state of confusion by picking out the clothes she would wear to start her work.

Half an hour after he struggled in front of the closet, and finally the decision he had determined on his first choice clothes.

'If this is all over again, why do I have to be confused for half an hour choosing clothes ? Huh, what to try your best like this ?'

At half-hour 7, Aisya was already at the cafe where she worked. In fact, he was the second person who came early after the Goddess.

"Asalammualaikum ukhty," said the goddess approaching Aisya.

"Waalaikumsalam wr wb, call Isya just mbak !" Her ink felt uncomfortable with the ukhty call.

"Alright," replied the goddess with a smile.

"Does our boss come to the cafe every day ?"

Mbak Dewi shook his head, "Kak Rasya lives in bandung, in Jakarta only visiting his two in-laws. Yes at once check the cafe," explained the mother Goddess, Isya seemed to nod in understanding.

"Guide me to the beginning of my work huh mbak, sorry if troublesome !"

"Not at all, even Rasya's brother asked for the same thing, so there is no need to worry," replied the goddess smiling.

Isya started the work according to the direction of the mother Goddess. One by one the cafe employees arrived, until finally the cafe owner came by holding a small child who was past the time Isya met.

"God, is Ici the son of Rasya sir ?" Aisya murmured without taking her eyes off.

"True, Adek Ici is Rasya's older son. But unfortunately, from the baby he has lost his mother" replied the goddess who passed by and heard Aisya mutter.

"Astagfirullah, what a pity."

"Yes, love...n."

"Same..................!"

Ici ran over to Aisya after he came down from his sling.

Rasya who was talking to one of his employees, suddenly stopped his sentence and felt curious about the woman Ici referred to as uminya.

He followed Ici's steps until he finally stopped when he saw the very moving scenery between mother and child.

I-isya......

**Sorry if the new Author is up...

The author again mourns, losing our beloved grandfather for all eternity.

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