The Woman of Heaven the Angel of the World

Chapters 8.6

Everyone in this house is selfish. He was neither in Dad's eyes nor family and he wasn't in Grandma's or Grandpa's eyes either.

The father does not love him and the mother only attach importance to old wounds, forgetting his existence which is very much in need of family affection.

Then...

How can he not be jealous to see people out there sharing happiness with their warm family?

How could he not be jealous seeing Aira who was filled with abundant affection. Aira didn't ask for it but all the affection was there, whereas she was? He didn't show it but deep down he wanted it. He needed it but no one wanted to give it.

"I'm tired..." His raucous whispers held tightness in the chest.

"Sleep can't treat it either." Both of his hands rubbed the tears spilling on his face.

"Lantas, what should I do?" Ask in despair.

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In the afternoon Aish woke up. He realized that he had been sleeping on the floor. Vaporizing widely, both of his hands were raised upwards while wriggling comfortably. He got up from the floor and went into the bathroom to wash his face. Replace her clothes with casual clothes and throw a few layers of baby powder over the white skin of her face to cover the damp trail from crying too much.

After that Aish combed her long black hair. This afternoon the weather was very good so he decided to let it down.

After feeling pretty. She then got out of her seat in front of the dresser and immediately walked out of the room. Strange, Aish sees if there is no one in the house. It's not like usual.

But no problem for him. He would always argue if he met all of them. Out of the house, Aish discovers that almost all the residents of the complex are resting by the side of the road. It seems that today there is gotong royong and it has just finished.

Habib Khalid had just come out of the musholla and immediately passed Aish. Habib Khalid cleaned his own musholla so that this holy place could be used to worship comfortably.

This afternoon habib Khalid wore a navy blue cocoa shirt with dark pants that were very harmonious on his body.

Strange, usually cute guys wear clothes like this but Kak Khalid kok differentah well, instead of cupu lose look more handsome! Aish's mind was astonished.

"Sister Khalid just finished cleaning, huh?" Aish immediately approached the habib Khalid while ignoring the sound of his passionate heartbeat.

Habib Khalid smiled gently but did not look at Aish or even walk up to him. Even when Aish walked too close, she naturally retreated a few steps back to leave some distance between the two of them.

Habib Khalid also did not want to look at him which was very frustrating Aish.

Am I that bad that's why Khalid refused to see me? Inner Aish is sad.

"Alhamdulillah, I just cleaned up the musholla. And you yourself?" The heavy and soft voice of Habib Khalid spread Aish's daydream.

Aish smiled faintly, "I want to find the brothers who sell fried rice, Sis, because today I don't have time for lunch."

Habib Khalid brought his gaze to a point on the side of the complex road. Incidentally there were some food vendors who had just opened their booths. According to the customs of the sellers in the housing complex here, they only come and open in the afternoon and close at exactly 12 pm, unless their merchandise has been sold out the stone can go home before 12.

"I also happen to want to eat something. Want to go together?" Tawar habib Khalid was still reluctant to see Aish.