The Woman of Heaven the Angel of the World

Chapters 2.7

Aish smiled faintly. I must have heard from Aira. If not, how do you know if he skipped school today?

"Aish's busy at work, Dad, so skipping school." Aish had no intention of explaining further.

"What work? You want to fool me, Dad?! Where's work till this hour? Plus you're still a snot student who doesn't know anything and people won't be stupid to hire you in their place."

Dad doesn't trust Aish to work because apart from being a teenager, Aish can't do anything either. She was a spoiled girl and liked to make people angry, so how could anyone want to hire her?

Aish speechless. He had no interest in saying anything to Dad because after all, Dad would not want to believe it.

Seeing Aish speechless, Father then let out a long sigh. He walked up to his first daughter with a slightly softened gaze.

"Son, I wish you all the best. I don't like you ditching because education is important and I don't like you coming home late at night because you're a girl. You are Father's pearl, the most precious treasure and must be guarded. So I don't want the treasure I've raised and carefully guarded to be damaged by Dad's own carelessness." Father spoke in a very gentle tone to Aish.

Father's words have a deep and touching meaning, full of warm affection. Honestly Aish was happy to hear it because she felt cared for by Dad.

"Then I advise you, son, to make your way right. Follow your sister's trail, Aira. He had closed the aurat completely and even dared to use the veil to protect himself. He knows what's best"

Aish's heart throbbed bitterly. She felt jealous and sick from being compared again by Aira.

"-Aira understood that by closing the aura of his life will be protected and respected by men who are not mahram out there-"

There was nothing wrong with my words. Everything, closing the aurat and using the veil did have a good impact. But Aish doesn't like it when those words have a connection with Aira. Because he knew very well what kind of person Aira was, he was a hypocrite.

"Dad, enough!" Aish can no longer hold him.

His eyes were sharp and his eyes were blurry. Tears were already billowing in his eye pelukir but with all his strength he held back those tears so as not to fall.

"Aish likes freedom." Aish said as he took his steps up the stairs. To prevent Dad from hiding his sadness.

"Without closing the aurat or using the veil, Aish can protect himself. After all, what's so great about closing aurat and veil if someone's heart still smells of carrion? Isn't Aira a waste?"

"Aisha!" Murka Daddy.

Aish's step was stuck on the stairs, just a few seconds because after that Aish immediately accelerated his steps and went into the room to hide. Inside the room, his body immediately leaned against the side of the door. Falling down along with the tears that return to flow.

She cried in silence, both her hands squeezing tired clothes on her chest. What could he do to vent his pain?

There aren't. He could do nothing but lament his fate in this house. She misses Mama and wants a warm and happy life.

But the Most Just God would not give it to him.

"God don't just shut up.." Aish said sadly.

"Look, I'm crying again because Dad doesn't love me. God do not do this because I am tired of enduring all this inner torment. I was a kid when you took Mama so I couldn't say anything. But now... Now I am grown and very lonely, so may I ask that You give me warmth? Please.I'm tired of continuing like this. I'm tired.." Whisper raucous.

She was exhausted, as her swollen eyes began to feel heavy, slowly her eyelids began to cover some of her eyes and...

Darkened.

He fell asleep in his seat. Entering the dream realm does not end as a solace of his sadness in the real world.