The Owner of the Angel

PSB: Brown Eyes bag.2

Both of Hanif's step-parents still did not know his return that night except for Bi Mirna herself. He deliberately hid until Fira really had returned from his show.

Before going to bed, he looked back at his face from the mirror. This time for the first time a pair of glasses is no longer useful, when trying on his spare glasses. Believing in disbelief is a miracle turned into reality.

“Do you want to eat?,” his reprimand went into his room room. “What you eat, I will make,” tanya glance from the reflection of a round mirror.

Looking back, looking at him for a while and thinking. “You really are an angel?,” repeated the question because you still do not believe.

“Yes already, what should I let you believe? Should I take you on a carpet to fly? or bamboo propellers? or a balloon?,” let him mention what he thinks. “Or pumpkin train?,”

“Not everything you do. Did my mother leave the dining room?,” asked Hanif curiously.

“Already, maybe already in the room,”

“Says there's something you showed me? What?,” assault the man when he recalled the words of the beautiful angel a few minutes ago.

“Actually you don't need to call me angel. Enough Jovi, if the angel I have not fully angel. This is my first task down to earth,” he explained sitting on the edge of the mattress. “I remember, you never fell from this mattress because it was weathered?,” said Jovi highlighting Hanif's view.

Little giggling washed away the sepinya atmosphere of the room, he recalled the old story where it had fallen from his bed. Not the pain even smile and laugh when bi Mirna was worried, “you know where? this is my room. Anyway if it's like this, I don't have to bother cleaning it,” said Hanif.

“You are not allowed to work, they also force you to work as a waitress in this house without money. Do you have no desire to fight?,” asked Jovi to pry for information.

“However, they are still my parents and my sister Fira. I am grateful to be given this comfortable room and not be expelled. So yes already,” scatter like resignation will be in front of the eyes.

Hanif is still describing his spaciousness, Jovi felt unbearable to hear the greatness of his heart. The woman knew, knowing very well when her heart felt lonely, sad and fragile Hanif replaced her with a big smile. Disappointed strokes were clearly drawn in his eyes, but they looked unbearable due to the feeling of respect itself.

“Hanif, I am your protective wing. Whatever the situation, speak up. I can heal the wounds on your body, but I can also reduce your inner sadness, be your listener,” Jovi said sincerely. Predictably, the woman was not lying. He made an indirect promise. They came into contact with the eyes of a considerable distance, the brown eyes of Hanif and the blue eyeballs of Jovi like they were binding a treaty.

“Your eyes are beautiful,” make a sound. “Alright, thank you for being here. Actually you do not need to bother here, I can overcome them and can be independent,” he explained honestly.

The look on Jovi's face became tangled, the words entered his heart and felt disappointed. Whimpers began to echo into the corner of his room, “aghhhhh !!! hyks hicks !! I'm not in need. hiks. Mothers do not need me. hikss !!! My Na—sib became a very poor angel!!!,” he complained sobbing.

Thunder suddenly blared over the earth, a gurgling sound grabbed even to the rooftop of the Hanif family mansion. He frantically tried to persuade Jovi to stop crying, because the voice of the woman continued to be followed by the swift rain, the big lightning felt the earth wanted to collapse.

“Jovi, calm down !,” his words persuaded and apologized sincerely.

“Hiks. hicks. Aghhhh !!!,” said the new angel was as pleased.

Hanif feels wrong, he tries to calm Jovi down. Apologies burst from her lips, but the woman did not stop whining even though her voice had subsided more than before.

Wiping a circle of tears to the end of his eyes, “they will not be able to see me except you. Hiks,” said, he noticed Hanif as he begged her. “Really? You really need me?,” reconfirm.

Disaster from outside the house has disappeared, rain, lightning has disappeared. He nodded his head until Jovi was satisfied, not even ashamed to prostrate at the feet of the angel who helped his life.

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“Where are you from?!,” reprimanded the big mother from the dining room eating a loaf of bread together besides her.

Fira who was walking around was finally found out as well. He tangents to sort out the right words to explain his additional event with the companions, scratching his own hair while grinning.

“Eh, mom. Morning ma'am, which father? I was out of my friend's house, ” lie said, tricking the mother with casual talk and grabbing bread. “Oh yes ma'am, Hanif has not returned right?,” switched the conversation.

Zhafira's mother did not comment on her son's words, she was busy preparing breakfast on the plate of the husband who happened to have come and sat quietly.

“Bu, Hanif did not come home right?,” as usual pulled a chair to sit next to his own mother.

Seeming calm, the father looked sharply at his biological daughter from the marriage of his first wife.

“If mom doesn't answer means she really hasn't come home yet right ?! Huh !!! Finally Zhafira Hana managed also !!,” the thrill of standing from the place, staring at the spacious ceiling of her house golden. “Tomorrow to make it to Australia Bu?,” asked excitedly.

“Hm,” murmured her short.

“This is your favorite food, deck,” added Hanif quietly put a bowl of sweet sour squid in front of the happy looking Fira.

“Still,” reply.

A sharp look drew toward the man, the stepmother forgot that the jam on her bread had been mixed with taste. While the head of the coldest family just silence while chewing.

“Adek?,” interrupted the girl tangent like her voice was familiar to her hearing. He immediately looked for the figure and immediately looked up. “Se-since when elo?,”

Little smiling Hanif greeted his little family in the dining room while having breakfast. “From the night I was home. Eat it, it's your favorite,” he said saying goodbye to getting out of their reach.

Hanif's departure after Fira's father rushed to the office there was a sudden affair even though he had applied for leave. Selflessly, he passed by as his wife and son focused on Hanif's presence.

The girl's body was thrown into the chair, she felt disbelief when the plan was clearly successful. “Cannot be !!,”

“Mom hates failed products !!,” when he died in the dining room.