The Woman of Heaven the Angel of the World

Chapters 5.4

Aish laughed wryly at all their conversations. Fitting habib Khalid for Aira, would it be that easy?

Aish doesn't know but she's jealous. He's really jealous, God.

God, look what they show in there. A warm and sweet show of affection, they are indeed a harmonious family.

Honest, though,

Aish wants to be in that position. Loved by them and promised a happiness by them, Aish wants it too. Lying if he's not jealous. No, he's really jealous. He wanted to be hugged, he wanted to have a place to lean on, and he wanted to have a group of people ready to defend him when persecuted by others. And it should be the family, the people who were given the title as a family, they should all prepare a beautiful future for him just as they did for Aira.

Why is it always side-heavy?

Why is everyone's love only for Aira?

When she had her birthday, no one asked her if it was celebrated or not. And Aira? Without even asking, they are already competing to prepare it!

Sigh, the world is so unfair, right?

"It's all because of Aira and her mother! It's all because of them, I lost Mama and didn't get the affection! I hate them!" Murmured Aish hate.

He then carried his footsteps up to the second floor at a speed that did not slow down at all. Once on the second floor, Aish did not enter her room but went to Aira's room.

Pulling the handle of the room door, unlocked. Aish smiled obliquely. Without waiting for a long time, he went straight into Aira's room.

This room was very feminine and seemed sweet, as if there was a young girl who lived well in it.

"Let's see where he keeps those ninja rags." Aish muttered playfully as he opened the drawer, but nothing.

The lacquer contains a small Qur'an mushaf and small items that are familiar enough to Aish.

"Oh, could it be that those ninja cloths were hidden here?" Aish now turns to open the door to Aish's closet.

"Hem, my guess is not wrong. Look, this much fabric was piled neatly in his closet. What a pity, this cloth really has no use for my beloved sister. All of these fabrics should not be here because once touched by my beloved sister, the cloth will be stained. So..." He was looking for something that had just appeared in his head.

Ah, she needs it so much!

"My sister is very good at hiding things..." His face is helpless.

"Well, that thing is really here!" Aish had just passed the nightstand and happened to see it.

Without further ado he picked up the thing - or call it scissors. Well, to help her sister get rid of all those fabrics, Aish is determined to damage them so that Aira can't wear them anymore.

"Okay, I'll start working now!" One by one the veil and the burdah in Aish's closet she scissors carefully.

Ruining it mercilessly leaving a very ugly look. All of these veils and burdah can no longer be used because of their torn shape. Even though sewn veil or burdah is really not pleasing to the eye anymore.