The Woman of Heaven the Angel of the World

The Woman of Heaven the Angel of the World
Chapters 8.10



"Sister Khalid told me so you don't have to say it anymore." Said Aish with a high puffed chest.


I became more embarrassed. His two red lips trembled wanting to say something but habib Khalid had taken a step forward to order some fried rice.


"Do you want to eat spicy or sweet?" He asked without looking.


Aish grew proud that habib Khalid gave him more attention. His haughty attitude had entered the eyes of Habib Khalid a long time ago but he said nothing.


"Just like Khalid's. I love everything that Brother Khalid eats." Aish replied, It feels like the wind.


Nabila smiled wryly. He is jealous of the interaction between the two of them and hopes to be in Aish's position. But that is not possible because he himself was awkward to be open in front of Habib Khalid.


Especially when hearing Aish's close call to habib Khalid. Sounds very disrespectful.


"Aish, next time don't call habib Thalib by the name of 'Sister Khalid' anymore, it's rude." Tegur Nabila with her soft voice.


Aish frowned, how could his call be disrespectful?


"My call was very polite. Where's the point of disrespect?"


"Call a ha-"


"This is your order." Habib Khalid turned around with a neat order in his hand.


The fried rice is still warm. From his plate steamed a warm steam that had an appetizing smell. The steaming warm steam coincidentally collides with Aish's sense of smell, making his hungry stomach become turbulent to ask to be filled as soon as possible.


"thank you. Oh, it's money instead." Aish took 50 thousands from his pants pocket.


"Have. It's nothing."


Reject habib Khalid.


Aish is not listening.


"Sister Khalid must not be confused with me" He took the free right hand of habib Khalid but not until his finger touched, habib Khalid had taken a few steps back to the side.


"I really don't need it."


Habib Khalid's refusal instantly slapped Aish's enthusiasm. His right hand that was tensing up money froze in the air. Smiling awkwardly, he then pulled his hand back. I don't know, right now there's a feeling of shame surrounding the depths of his heart.


Not to mention the rejection of Habib Khalid, seen by the people alone he was very embarrassed. Moreover, there is Nabila here. You can imagine how happy Nabila saw habib Khalid resisting Aish's touch.


It feels like a heartbroken, sick person. Surprisingly Aish is not this sick when she sees her boyfriend and best friend cheating on her.


"Go home and eat the fried rice immediately before it gets cold." Habib Khalid exorcised him.


Aish's body stiffened.


Khalid's brother seems very angry? Inner Aish is sad.


"If there's nothing else I'll go first, assalamualaikum."


"Mosur." Reply Aish felt a very uncomfortable feeling in his heart.


After Aish answered his greetings, Habib Khalid immediately took his footsteps away from the crowd. Walking up the road they had been through earlier with a familiar greeting from some residents.


Aish bit her lip embarrassed to see the departure of Habib Khalid. His two reddened eyes never escaped the owner of that straight and strapping back.


"You were really wrong, Aish." Nabila said pulling Aish from the chaos of her heart.


Aish turned to the side and only realized the existence of Nabila.


Nabila did not wait for Aish to speak and immediately said what he wanted to say.


"Habib Thalib is not a person that can be touched by any woman because he has great respect for a woman. He respects a woman who is able to take care of herself but does not like a woman who cannot take care of herself. For her such a woman would not be able to enter into his sight." The word Nabila is soft but has a touch of sharpness.


After saying what his heart wanted to say, Nabila then went to continue his shopping event that had been delayed.


Now only Aish was still standing on the spot in a daze. The rejection of Habib Khalid was very effective in his heart, far, far touching the depths of his heart.


Then the soft voice of Nabila continuously ringing in his head.


Habib Thalib is not a man that any woman can touch because he has great respect for a woman. He respects a woman who is able to take care of herself but does not like a woman who cannot take care of herself. For him such a woman would not be able to enter into his sight.


Sensing her aching chest, she wondered, "So I'm not that woman, am I?"


Though he had floated a wishful thinking before. Although not high, but who knows what it feels like to still hurt when falling.