Want a Life of Heaven

Prologue; married already?

We must have wounds, though,

only we know, though,

how deep the wound is.

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Her nickname is Agnia, which is Zihan Agnia Nur Fauzan, the second child of three brothers and the only daughter of everyone in the family Fauzan Firdausi and Khopipah Nuraini.

Agnia who is a scholar of social science really dedicates her life in social. In the morning the hijab girl began by teaching PAUD classes, afternoon teaching at the early morning madrasah, and at night teaching children at the mosque near her home.

Almost nothing to do indeed, the college took a few years in the social science department and eventually he served teaching. His love for children and his concern for children's education moves his heart to continue to fight for awareness of education around him.

The girl in high spirits was now walking out of her room with a big bag in hand, this was the third time she was pacing back and forth. Her tiny body moved agilely before long back.

"Mom!"

A man taller than Agnia was blocking, with his rancid still chewing gum in his mouth. A moment to look outside. "It's rich ironing you know! What's the move?"

Agnia looked at the man for a moment. "Today's farewell son PAUD. Remember?"

The man who was his sister nodded. "Much more? Let me help you."

"Can. Akbar please grab the one in the box huh. The rest." Said Agnia, pointing at the two large boxes filled with small, colorful parcels.

Akbar briefly looked at the two big boxes "Small ininismah mbak. Calm down!" he said with a grin to take lightly which was followed by a whip of Agnia.

"Deep heart deck!" Agnia reminded, considering that the big box covered part of Akbar's vision from the road.

"Yes yes, mbak. Onion!" Akbar complained that he felt no difficulty at all. "Loh!" Akbar spontaneously stopped, there was a sight less wearing in front of him. Not long after the sculpting action, Akbar continued his steps with a look of dislike "What!"

"What?" No less nyolot, Hafidz who is the eldest brother of the three brothers gave a defiant look at his youngest brother.

Akbar snorted as "Giliran mbak Agni was picked up, my turn pinjem the car should not." Sindir Akbar, without looking at his arch-enemy.

Hafidz was no less haughty, putting on a flat expression "Well, Agni asked for a ride for an important activity. But you give me a ride to show off"

"Allah! Alesanthan. Peel emang." Ledek Akbar "The basis of the prospective occupants of the narrow grave"

"Keep your grave will be that wide?"

Agnia shook her head in amazement, starting again. These two people were not allowed to meet, Hafidz who had married was still not willing to budge from Akbar who was three years from him and five years from Hafidz. One thing that made everyone relieved was that they were not one house. Never try to imagine what would happen if they stayed one roof. Even so early they carried the word 'grave' in their debates.

"Bag.." Agnia's partner managed to stop the scuffle between Hafidz and Akbar for a moment. "Udah dong! The de! One more please takein ya. cepet"

Akbar immediately complied, stepping quickly. Not long back. "Udah mad!" He said, after closing the trunk of Hafidz's black car.

"Thank you." Agnia said cheerfully, from inside the car. From this side not many think if he is older than Akbar.

"Be careful!" Akbar said louder, retorted by a nod by Agnia "Heart heart thawing bego meaning." Plus, the success made Hafidz upset.

"Bad!"

Agnia immediately muffled the ego of Hafidz who wanted to go down and pull Akbar's ear "Udah ya Mas. do not need to be horrified"

While Hafidz undoes his intention of giving lessons, Akbar smiles winning. He was satisfied, getting a sharp look from his eldest brother did not scare him, as long as Agni was on his side.

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"Your sister's gone?" Khopipah asked softly, his hand moving moving the rice to the plate. Serving the husband who was sitting at the dining table with Akbar.

"Already mom. Just got picked up by Mas Hafidz." Akbar answered, this time he sought safety by not saying bad things and not giving bad calls to his eldest brother in front of Khopipah and Fauzan. He could get angry if caught disrespecting his brother.

The couple before Akbar nodded faintly. The two then focus on the food on their plates.

A moment's leisurely pace, only the sound of the spoon clashing with the plate was occasionally heard. Khopipah so remember something, say something after first swallowing the chewed food. "Oiya.. Sir, remember that old school friend of mine called Retno?"

"Where ma'am, my mother's friend is a lot." replied Fauzan casually, looking over at a glance.

"That's what, anyway. If he plays here, you'll remember."

Fauzan nodded, still listening.

"He had a son, still a student. But great sir his son, nyantri. Mom met her son once, she was polite. Not hafidz but good salary, understand the religion anyway." Obviously Khopipah, trying to detail what he likes from his best friend's child. Forgetting the rice that he had actually scooped since earlier. "And the value of the pluses, handsome." Plus, smile at the end of the sentence.

Both Fauzan and Akbar were still listening. The two looked at each other, curious about what Khopipah was trying to say.

"Mom would like to have a rich ghost." Khopipah Tandas.

And that's the point, mate for mbak Agni. The headband was shown by Akbar faint, he became confused why women always convoluted first before saying what they meant. Women are complicated. Thought Akbar.

"That mother, yesterday her son ustadz Habib. Now the daughter of a friend of the mother.. So who do you want the mantu? Which was? " Tanya Fauzan who managed to make Akbar grin, He also.

Fauzan glanced at Akbar, as if asking for an opinion. Agni's business, her brother and sister are more understanding, that's why. Akbar nodded faintly. "What's her name ma'am?"

"Act." Khopipah replied confidently, the look in his eyes showed great hope.

"Huh?! Akmal ma'am?"

"Why? Akbar knows?"

Akbar frowned for a moment, then shook his head. "No ma'am." It was the same name as someone he knew. But all he knew was Akmal who was his age. Then it can't be the same person Akbar thought, Impossible.

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"After you've finished picking it up again?" Hafidz asked, after moving Agnia's property into the classroom.

"No, I'm going home by myself." Answer Agnia directly.

Hafidz nodded. Pat Agnia's shoulder slowly "Kalo gitu Mas pamit"

"Yes. Thanks for that."

"same. Assalamualaikum"

"Waalaikumsalaam warahmatullah" replied Agnia, while watching Hafidz who walked further and further towards his car.

The phone in Hafidz's pocket shook, the man did not get into his car. First answer the call "Hello.. Why bastards?" Ask with a flat expression. Anyone can guess if it was Akbar just from the Hafidz language style to his interlocutor. For a moment Hafidz kept his phone away from the ear, sure Akbar will scream in disbelief.

"What's up, I'm hunting. I give you five seconds. 1 2" Hafidz did not continue the act of counting, immediately listening. Eyebrows raised. "OKs. I'm going home now."

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Gift-sharing event, also photo session is completed. There was no entertainment at the PAUD farewell where Agnia became one of the teachers there. All finished with the satisfaction of children who look from their smile. And that gives a special satisfaction to Agnia.

"Mrs Agni.."

Agnia is preparing to go home, waiting for the ojeg she ordered while helping to tidy up some tables with two other teachers. Agnia turned her head, and found some disciples who still had not returned to see her.

Agnia smiled kindly, looking at the child and the guardian alternately "Is there anything I need to help mom?"

"I'm Afifah Ma'am's guardian."

Agnia smiled back at "I know mom. I know all my students."

"I want to thank you. Afifah is very excited to learn" he said enthusiastically

Agnia nodded "Alhamdulillah"

"She really likes mom, and talks about mom a lot. If you go to school, you have to kiss the hands of the parents first, told Agni's mother she said. Want to eat bismillah first, told Miss Agni he said.."

Agnia nodded back, interspersed with ruckus.

"Indeed, ma'am, I and other teaching staff always try to strengthen children by getting used to good rights. So please all mothers to always guide the little one, yes. Because habits that start small are very extraordinary. And that I feel personally" explains Agnia, who is always punctuated by a smile.

Questions between Agnia and some of the student guardians were normal until one of the student guardians raised the question that Agnia avoided the most.

"Sorry mom, are you married?"

Agnia blinked, not expecting the question to appear in a serious chat. The head turned into an answer. Awkward smile rises.

"Alhamdulillah." Said the disciple's guardian, still continuing to speak without noticing the discomfort from Agnia's smile. "I have an acquaintance mom, a young businessman who is looking for a wife. If you're interested I can introduce you"

The guardian of another disciple who could see Agnia's contention immediately elbowed his next-door comrade slowly. Signal with a plot. IT'S NOT POLITE so if it can be interpreted.

"Don't be reckless mother. Miss Agni must have a candidate, right, ma'am?" the student's guardian chimpanzee who had elbowed his friend earlier, tried to neutralize the situation.

Agnia smiled even more loosely, the truth was for her that sentence was even more disfiguring than the previous question. Why are people so interested in the status of others? Marriage is also a matter of choice.

And isn't it right to question the choices of others? Think Agnia. Without the others realizing it, his hands twisted the bottom of his clothes. She's nervous. Everything about this couple of years of marriage became a frightening specter for her.

Every time he opened his eyes he hoped that no one would bring it up in front of him.

After the most difficult event of her life, Agnia no longer sees marriage as the wonderful relationship she yearns for.

One thing is certain, he was afraid to get married.he was not ready to know anyone else in his life.

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