The Woman of Heaven the Angel of the World

Chapters 1.3

"I'm sorry, Brother Aish. Aira will help Aish-"

"Sorry you're useless! I'm sorry you can never get my uniform clean again! Besides I know you did it on purpose, you want to mess-up"

"Aisha!" Tegur Daddy pitched sharply.

My mouth was immediately tightly shut unable to resume what I wanted to say. The anger that was bubbling at the top of my throat instantly had to be swallowed back before it could be shed.

Dad stood up from his chair, he looked at me with a very scary sharp look. I even had to turn my face away not having the courage to look at her.

"Didn't Aira apologize to you? He really didn't do it on purpose but why are you making things difficult for your own sister?" Dad was clearly on Aira's side, even if what Aira did was wrong, Dad would defend her firmly in front of me.

Aw, ****!

My eyes feel so sore. My gaze became blurry because of the impatient fucking tears of wanting to get out.

No, it can't. I don't want to cry in front of them!

I don't want to look weak in front of them all!

I will never show it to them all!

"I'm leaving." I said hurriedly as I put away my seat, approached Father and kissed the back of his hand without needing to raise my head.

"Assalamualaik." After that I went straight out of the dining room without the need to kiss Grandma's hand-damp-ah, call it my stepmother.

Took my feet away from that place, where I was just a stranger in all their eyes.

"Dad, don't be angry anymore." Samar, I heard from outside Grandma that the attachments were calming Dad down.

In front of him he persuaded my father to stop being angry but in his heart I was sure he wanted Dad to be even more angry with me, the more hate I felt was just a burden for this family.

"It's my fault for not educating her well. Look now, she's grown up to be a rebellious girl with a rough mouth. Inversely with his sister-"

I sped up my steps out of the house not wanting to listen to that shitty conversation again. My hand was waving calling for a taxi that happened to be passing by on the street.

"SMA Son of the Nation, sir." I said give you an address.

Then the taxi driver drove his car to my school which was honestly not too far away nor too close. Along the way to school, I carried my gaze staring out the window. The thin smile, warm liquid that I had been holding onto had finally spilled over as well. My tears fell past my cheeks, becoming a silent witness to how much my heart aches right now.

This has happened repeatedly. When Aira and I fight, Dad will always stand up for Aira. Saying that Aira is like this, Aira is like that, and Aira, the other Aira. Dad never saw me as a child in need of his affection, no, he always treated me as someone else.

Even if Dad never loved Mama but at least Dad treated me as his precious flesh and blood, this is what it should be. But Dad didn't do any of that. Dad doesn't treat me like his flesh and blood.

You can see it, in my eyes is always a better Aira, even Dad also compared me to Aira. I didn't get the justice I expected.

Just because Aira used a veil and I didn't, Dad treated her like a saint who never made a mistake. Every word he said to me always contained the truth. Then towards me, Dad always looked at me with one eye and full of suspicion. It was as if every word that came out of my mouth was an unbelievable lie.

How could it be like this?

I and Aira were both Father's children, but why was the treatment you gave to Aira so much softer than me?

Why are we treated differently?

I really can't understand this.

"I'm really tired, when is this all over." I'm talking to myself who actually has no way out.

"Ma, why didn't Mama take me away too? Rather than being tormented here, I'd rather go with Mama."

I feel like my mom is being very unfair to me. He could leave me alone in this world without a home that could warm me and without a family that would be the strongest support for me.

No, I don't have any of that. Ironically, from the outside I look like I have everything but inside, I am no different than an abandoned person on the streets.

I don't have a home and I don't have a family either, all this time I've been living in loneliness.

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Mother stared at Aish's thin back slowly away from her sight. The boy's back looked very lonely and aloof, recalling it to the figure of the friend he betrayed.

Heavy on his heart, he feels guilty and remorseful until he grows a determination to take good care of Aish after his best friend leaves the world.

"Dad don't be too hard on Aish. Mama said Aish's position was correct. Anyone would be upset and angry if his uniform was dirty. And Aira too," Mother turned her attention to the princess.

Aira lowered her head holding sobs in front of her parents.

"Aira didn't walk carefully and made your brother's shirt dirty. Her anger was allowed so Aira could not cry. Look, at school, apologize to Aish for not being angry again." Advice Mother with the same gentle tone.

Aira closed her mouth while nodding lightly.

After talking with her husband and daughter, Mother then went into the kitchen and returned to the dining table with a box of warm supplies in hand.

"Aira can eat in the cafeteria with friends, Bun." Prevent Aira not want to bring supplies.

"It's not for you but for Aish." Mother's errata had unconsciously made Aira ashamed.

Mommy pushes the box in front of Aira, "Give this to Aish at school later and use the opportunity to apologize to him, understand?"

Aira smiled gently and nodded obediently to Mother.

"Good, Mother." This image should look very sincere but somehow the look in his eyes is a little different.

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Assalamu'alaikum, everyone. This is a new story with a spiritual genre. Yep, there are no other genres hehehehe..(kapok huhu.) only spiritual.

Okay, enjoy the fasting moment Readers with 'Semi Heaven, Angel of the World '. God willing his blessings and Allah's Diridhi, ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ ⁇

See you in the next chapter ⁇ ️