Want a Life of Heaven

Ten

I want that meeting so sweet, though,

The wait is so bitter now.

All about his destiny.

No need to meet always, though,

May you mate in time.

No need to remember often,

May each other have in time.

♡♡♡

*prons

Akbar just put one big bag of crackles on the table. A clashing sound was heard.

Agnia looked up for a moment, she who was sitting cross-legged facing the laptop on the carpet had just realized the arrival of Akbar.

Hurry Agnia saw the contents in the crackle bag to just check, while Akbar immediately threw his buttocks to the soup.

Aware of Akbar's silence, Agnia turned her head, taking off her glasses. Staring at his youngest sister was confused. "Why?" tanyakanya.

"What?"

"Your face."

"Beautiful?"

Agnia shook her head lazily, her intention to hear Akbar's complaint. Back put the glasses, continue facing the laptop.

Akbar was slightly disappointed by Agnia's reaction to B-Aja, seeming uninterested to keep asking why. For a moment Akbar's lips advanced, staring at Agnia who was clearly unconcerned.

"Well!" Akbar sighed at the end, which was repeated up to three times before Agnia finally looked up, glancing at him.

"Accad!" agnia Reminder. Though he had tried not to care, but he said Akbar was amazingly disturbing. What does this kid want?

"What the hell, Ma'am?"

"You're serious again, keep coming and deliberately sighing richly. How's your response?"

"Sir papa. Good, continue!"

Agnia shook her head in astonishment, Akbar is indeed a bitch. I don't know what he wants. A second later, rather than serving her sister, Agnia chose to pack her things and go to the room. Leaving behind Akbar who sighed because of that, a sigh that I did not know how many times today.

As a man he can also feel heartbreak, and this is how the shape of Akbar's heartbreak that periodically occurs after seeing Asma ignore him.

*flashback

Fiki, Ardi, Akbar, also Akmal rushed together towards the parking lot. When the meeting was over they spontaneously separated themselves from the others, walking as if four friends were inseparable.

Akmal who walked the right was explaining something, visible from the body gesture despite being seen from behind. The other three nodded, a sign of listening.

"Armal!"

The sound emanating a little far behind made the four people turn around almost simultaneously. Asma, the maroon veiled girl in today who called out walked over. Ardi immediately turned his head towards Akbar, this is the problem. Akmal again. While Akbar was silent not flinching, want to be jealous but what right.

Asma smiled, looking at the friendly four people before her. Last one was Akmal. In his hand was Akmal's jacket. "It's you, right?"

"Oh? Aye!" Akmal grabbed the jacket from Asma's hand, which was indeed his. He himself just realized that he had left his stuff earlier. "Thank you."

"Together."

Unfortunately for Akbar, he should have left by then. The twinkle of Asma's eyes staring at Akmal in awe was enough to make him leave.

"Eum..Can I talk to you for a second?" tanya Asma, aimed at Akmal but by looking at the three people who were for him to disturb.

No problem for the three, Fiki and Ardi immediately sat down and left, while Akbar first patted Akmal's shoulder before leaving.

***

Akbar's daydream about his heartbreak that increasingly felt as the purple steps left Asma with Akmal talking earlier made him unconscious of the presence of the mother.

He continued to say, if only the Asma spoke to him. That is what if, only used for something that could not happen.

"Dee!" Khopipah repeated his call. This time it was louder than the previous three calls. Simple, he asked whether the flowers had bought everything he had asked for or not just now. But seeing Akbar who did not flinch made Khopipah jester, inexhaustible thought.

"Eh, yes, Mom." Akbar wavered, fixing his sitting position. "Where, Mom?"

Khopipah sighed, looking at Akbar in astonishment. It was too late for Akbar's answer. "Why are you, anyway?"

Nyengir, Akbar himself confused why. How to answer to others.

Agnia who was right out of her room to go to the kitchen at that time, stood up for a moment. smilingly looked towards Akbar.

"Get in trouble for her, Mom."

"Eat him. I call her three times not to." Khopipah looked at his youngest son's annoyance. "Zain's sleeping?" now turning to look at Agnia, still with an annoyed look. carried an anxious atmosphere at Akbar.

"So right now I just open the laptop in bed, but just woke up. I want to get some milk." explains Agnia.

"Zain here?" ask Akbar.

Agnia nodded. "Yes." in short, before then proceeding towards the kitchen.

Hurriedly Akbar stood up, intending to meet Zain.

"Eit!" Khopipah stopped Akbar's move. "Where are you going?"

"You.see.. Zain." said Akbar hesitated, shrieked after getting a sharp look at his mother.

"Shower first!"

Akbar just according to it, obediently. Not even daring to sigh like before. Though he was very eager to meet Zain who was previously difficult because there is Hafidz, women are so. too obedient rules, and order. Not only Agnia but also their mother. Akbar just bowed.

***

Akmal is still at home in the mosque, after the congregation of maghrib. Opening the Qur'an, waiting for Isya to reverberate.

Not only Akmal in the mosque, some men his age to older men also enliven the mosque with small discussions. Only Akmal and the two men read the Qur'an.

Allah SWT said:

إِذْ قَالَتِ امْرَأَتُ عِمْرٰنَ رَبِّ إِنِّى نَذَرْتُ لَكَ مَا فِى بَطْنِى مُحَرَّرًا فَتَقَبَّلْ مِنِّىٓ  ۖ إِنَّكَ أَنْتَ السَّمِيعُ الْعَلِيمُ

"(Remember), when the wife of Imran said, O my Lord, I have indeed made a vow to You, what (fetus) in my womb (later) becomes a servant who serves (to You), take (the nazar) from me. Verily, You are the All-Hearing, the All-Knowing."

(QS. Ali 'Imran 3: Verse 35)

The soft sound of akmal flowed, not too loud. Reading solemnly while examining the meaning of the verse he read.

Until a few more verses Akmal taught, read beautiful verses about the story of imran and his wife who is the parent of the siti maryam.

When pregnant, the wife of Imran has a vow that if the child she contains is male she will make her child as someone who is sholeh, a worship expert who is spared from world affairs, also someone who serves religion.

But when the child was born, Imran's wife found that the child born was a woman. There was a sense of disappointment from the wife of Imran because she had vowed to devote her child later, while women were not like men who had broad steps to broadcasting.

Allah SWT said:

"When she gave birth to him, she said, My God, I gave birth to a daughter. God knows better what he gives birth to, and men are not equal to women. And I gave her the name Maryam, and I ask for Your protection for her and her children from the (disturbance) of the damned devil."

(QS. Ali 'Imran 3: Verse 36)

This verse shows the accuracy of the attitude of the wife of Imran who although there was a little disappointed but then immediately accepted, and gave everything to Allah SWT. Giving care and management of the child to God, also asking for protection of the child he was born with.

Someone was listening to Akmal's recitation, sitting not far from there. The middle-aged man with glasses. No less important to listen.

The corner of Akmal's eye saw that, immediately ending his reading after arriving at the end of the verse.

The stranger smiled as Akmal looked at him. "Why stop, am I interrupting?" tanyanya.

Akmal shook his head, of course not. But how could he ignore someone sitting close to him. "No sir, not like that. I thought you wanted to ask for help."

"No. I'm just idle to hear your wonderful reading."

Akmal showed the gel, disagreeing with the veil of praise from the foreign man.

"Aamiin" said that the only thing that came out of Akmal's mouth.

"Oh yes. My name is Basit. I'm moving in this neighborhood."

"I'm Akmal, sir." said Akmal, welcoming Basit's hand.

The teary-eyed man smiled, revealing already numerous wrinkles.

"Son Basit is still in college, or has he taught?"

"Still in college, sir. It's a long way to teach."

Basit nodded. "Which major?"

"Business."

"Business?" Basite frowned, the wrinkles on his face growing more and more visible. Not something to do with religion? thought.

"Yes, sir." Akmal.

"I'm sorry, I think you're majoring in religion."

Akmal smiled, no problem. "For me, learning the business world is just as important as learning to teach. Even the Prophet also traded, and how can we uphold the good in business if we ourselves do not know about it. It would be very dangerous if the business were overpowered by those who would justify any means to success."

Basit nodded in agreement, it answered all the questions in his mind. "Yes, I like your thinking. The world needs young people like you."

"But where did you learn to teach?" ask Basit again.

"From my parents." replied Akmal, with a shady smile.

***

"Al-Ikhla. Letter to 112 in the Qur'an. Who has memorized hands!" Agnia was sitting in a circle with some five to eight year olds, attention was on her.

Some of the girls raised their hands, almost half of them. The rest of the children who are still on the bench PAUD that is not smooth and others have not been able to read the hijaiyah letters perfectly.

"Try! the memorized one read while his eyes brushed. The un-memorized can follow, see the Qur'an!"

"Read with the tajwidnya! 'Audzubillahiminasyaithonirrajim... Bismilbornrahmaanirrahim.."

قُلْ هُوَ اللَّهُ أَحَدٌ

"Say (Muhammad), He is Allah, the Exalted One."

(QS. Al-Ikhlas 112: Verse 1)

اللَّهُ الصَّمَدُ

"God is the place to ask for everything."

(QS. Al-Ikhlas 112: Verse 2)

لَمْ يَلِدْ وَلَمْ يُولَدْ

"(God) neither begotten nor begotten."

(QS. Al-Ikhlas 112: Verse 3)

وَلَمْ يَكُنْ لَّهُۥ كُفُوًا أَحَدٌ

"And there is nothing equal to Him."

(QS. Al-Ikhlas 112: Verse 4)

Agnia smiled, looking happily at her protege. Their reading though not perfect yet is already amazing for those who are still children.

"Pinter! Well, the next week of the night, I want to test who is the best reading. And the memorized continues to read the best, mbak love gift. Ready it?"

"Ready, Ma'am." they answered almost simultaneously, excited to hear the word gift.

"good. Now, I will explain the contents of this letter of Al-Ikhlas. Shut the fuck up, get the ears ready!"

"Al-Ikhlas means the purity of God's oneness. Repeat it!"

"The purity of God's oneness." they answered in unison, half shouting.

"Pinter! This letter is the most basic tawhid. Well, what was tawhid last week?"

"Tries God."

"Rubber! To tempt Allah, Allah is the Most Exalted. God is the only one we should worship. Laa ilaaha illa Allah. There is no god but Allah."

"Next verse, Allahush-shomad. God is the place to ask for everything. Know, yes, this? God is the only god worshipped, and the only place we ask."

"Then.. Lam yalid wa lam yuulad, Allah has no children. Wh why? Because Allah is mukholapatulil hawadits, it is not the same as the creature. Don't know yet, huh? No papa. Later the knowledge is added again."

"Now you understand that Allah is one, the only one who is worshipped. And the only place asking for everything."

"The next two verses we will discuss the following week of the night, because it will soon be. Sodaqollohul Regime..."

***

Akbar massaged the base of his nose, half-dead dizziness. Sitting on the lip of his bed with a tired face. She now hopes Agnia will come home soon and bring Zain who is like a toy with a super battery away from her room.

"Zain careful!" akbar said slowly, this time completely giving up warning of this one and only bang.

Zain was comfortable just running around touching Akbar's expensive toy collection which was displayed on a low table that was affordable only by him. No matter Akbar who looks frustrated.

As the sun was waiting for Akbar when it was difficult, someone came to open the door of Akbar's room. "Zain, Assalamualaikum.." Agnia appeared from behind the door of Akbar's room, making Zain immediately run towards his aunty.

"Zain hasn't slept? seneng, yes. Play the same uncle?"

Zain just nodded innocently, while Akbar shook his head firmly. Not true, and not anymore.

Agnia chuckled, take a look at this messy room along with the face of the owner who was twice as messy as that. "Why you?"

"Don't ask, Ma'am. Now I understand why the baby sitter's salary is so expensive."

"Basic! You, that suck. Keep Zain kok until not praying together." ledek Agnia. "Do you want to give me a mukena pinjem?"

Akbar manyun, he's serious. How can a mother take care of everything at the same time well, while she is half-dead of worrying about everything when she only has a duty to take care of Zain?