The Woman of Heaven the Angel of the World

Chapters 3.1

...Whatever your destiny is, you will find your own way to find you....

...(.(.Ali ibn Abi Talib)...

...🌪️🌪️🌪️...

At 3 am Aish suddenly woke up from his sleep. He rubbed his two itchy eyes, then looked at the daze around him. Why did he fall asleep at the entrance?

"Oh, I forgot I had a fight with Dad." Said dazed.

He then got up from his seat. Without turning on the room lamp he laid his body on the bed wanting to enter the dreamland again. But alas, his drowsiness had long evaporated so he could only stupefied on the bed.

Helpless, Aish got off her bed walking towards her bedroom window. With a single pull she uncovers her window curtains, opens the window hooks and lets the cold night breeze into her quiet room.

"Huf..." He inhaled the night air greedily, infusing huge waves of oxygen into his lungs for processing.

"What a wonder, why do I wake up so often in these hours? What do people say is true if waking up in the middle of the night means I'm bullied by ghosts?!" Aish shuddered in horror.

About the ghost he believes and does not believe because really has never experienced. But when hearing stories of people on social media there is little belief that ghosts exist.

"Why should I be afraid? My house is near Musholla. Some ghosts would not dare decondition the same holy place." Said Aish leisurely.

Coincidentally his house is right next to the musholla complex so that whenever there are people who pray or teach, Aish can certainly see or hear it.

Sometimes he also often observed those who worshiped, wondering in his heart why they were so obedient to God?

Does God often make His servants suffer?

Aish doesn't understand.

"Hem?" Aish stared doubtfully at the tall white figure who walked from afar and entered into the musholla.

"What is this man doing coming to the mosque in the middle of the night?" It's strange and it's the first time it's happened.

But, for some reason did he feel that the owner of the sturdy back was a little familiar?

"Do I know him? But it's impossible because I'm sure there's no man as tall as him in this complex." Mumbled denied.

But, he suddenly recalled the handsome figure seen yesterday by the roadside. I don't know why the back of the man was quite similar to the handsome figure yesterday.

"Where could there be this much coincidence in the world?"

But all his thoughts were immediately refuted when he heard the sweet and tender flow of the sacred verses of the Qur'an which were in the heavens. Her voice was not big but resounded beautifully within the musholla, filling the night air vibe to the point of possessing Aish's void.

Perplexed, Aish stared at the daze of the musholla building in front of him. Look at the sacred building where the man is hiding.

"How wonderful..." Aish's whisper involuntarily touched her chest.

His heart suddenly became calm and comfortable.

"It's a pity that such a beautiful voice is not used for singing." Said original.

He glanced at the entrance of the short musholla before throwing his body onto the bed. Accompanied by the cold night coming in from the window and the chanting of the holy verses from the man, Aish's sleepiness involuntarily came upon him.

Then he fell asleep easily. His sleep was very sound and comfortable, as if there was a warm embrace coming to smother him.

It's really very comfortable.

...🌪️🌪️🌪️...

In the morning, Aish is ready with her uniform and school bag. She didn't know when her school bag was coming back but surely Aira brought her bag home to complain to Dad.

"Bas greedy." Cibir Aish denounced.

"When without you asking for the world Father is already yours, his favorite daughter who is pretentious."

Aish has not liked Aira since knowing that Mama is depressed because of her presence in this world. He does not like it but that does not mean to hate because after all Aira does not know anything about parents.

His feelings of dislike turned into hatred were not without reason. Aira likes to act out, creating trouble innocently to Aish and hogging all of Dad's attention.

Aish will certainly never tolerate this attitude as Aira intends to get rid of her from her home and family.

Isn't he too cruel?

"Aish, let's go down to breakfast, son." Mother's soft voice pulled Aish from her daydream.

Aish. He did not reply but his eyes shone unhappily as he glanced at the door.

"What is this drama again." Aish took the other bag and randomly put some books in her bag.