Want a Life of Heaven

100.

I chose the best cause,

Separate yourself from you, dear ones.

Giving you a perfect life is her hope, even through the pain of difficult separation.

But for years, I have only realized..

It turns out that parting, is doomsday for us.

Bak was buried alive, so we are without each other.

...

The typical man with an emotionless gaze was silent alone, sitting on the corner seat of his room while staring blankly at the window. Not a single word was spoken from his lips, only a regular sigh accompanied the blank look full of sadness.

Who can guess the depth of a person's heart? Wildan who is usually aggressive now lost the spirit to rebel, it turns out that now he is in the phase of realizing that all his efforts will only end in vain. After all, he has been banished by his father, he now has no one.

The door of his room opened, Wildan turned a glance and then again nailed his gaze in the original direction.

Wiryo is coming, for something he wants to tell his youngest child. I promised Gian I would say everything that was long opaque to Wildan.

Seeing Wildan who deliberately did not pierce, Wiryo stepped to erode the distance. His gaze softened, sitting on the chair opposite Wildan.

Wildan let out a furious breath, completely unprepared if he had to be scolded again. "What else now?" tanyanya flat, lazy look of the father. "I had breakfast, and I took a bath as Father commanded. And I don't make a fuss."

Wiryo sighed, still staring gently at her youngest child. Tau right if two days locked up is enough to drain Wildan, his son did not show his fiery gaze and even from his intonation is not intercepted cynical or bitter, but tired.

"It's time you got out, the problem's over."

Wildan grunting. "Make what? I'm going to get back in trouble, right?"

"Sorry about what you said at the time."

"Why apologize? It's fact. I'm not like Gian, and I'll never be the same."

"Here you go, look. Get out of this room and go apologize to the girl, thank you too."

"I don't want to." replied Wildan immediately. "I don't want to accept or acknowledge their kindness. Just tell them I'm better off in jail, right now."

Wiryo sighed again, remaining silent for a while to think about what words he should use on his youngest child. "That is indeed their goodness, therefore we must appreciate. And don't be arrogant by saying you're ready to go to jail. Going to jail isn't easy, I know exactly how it feels."

Wildan for a moment turned his head, curious about the expression of his father. Do you know what it feels like to be in prison?

"Forget it." said Wiryo again, as if he did not want his son to be curious about it. "Now I'm going to say something you've always wanted to know.."

Wildan looked lazy, staring long. "About what? Mammy? I'm not interested now."

"Listen to it.." Gian came, now joined his father and sister in the room. Stepping towards the window, standing right near Wildan.

Wildan squinted his eyes, having no idea what the two people in front of him were planning.

"All of this will answer your question about why I always defend my mother." explained Gian, sighing gently at his sister.

Wiryo nodded, then took a deep breath while glancing at her two children in turn. After feeling ready both himself and his two sons, the veteran man began to speak.

"All the father's fault, the one who made your life like this is father." Wiryo directed her gaze at Wildan. "If father had not loved that poor woman, we would not have ended up like this."

Wildan looked, poor lady?

"Yes. That poor woman, your mother. I'm guilty of loving that woman, the girl with the softest speech that everyone is looking for."

For a moment Wiryo paused, staring into the eyes of his youngest son. "Is that enough to explain how good he is?"

"What you heard from your grandparents, it's all not true. Not your dirty mother, but they're the dirty ones."

"Father is wrong, I think after you've breathed your mother, they'll stop. But it wasn't." Wiryo sniffed softly, washed away by the atmosphere. For a moment his voice was soft, then irritated with emphasis.

"Listen, about a father who doesn't love your mother. At that time, even though our marriage was opposed by the extended family, Dad also even though your mother gave up. Dad insisted, until we stay married and happy, at least for a precious few years."

"At that time, I didn't know that marrying your mother was a big mistake. And so it's a hard time for your mother." Wiryo paused again, now looking down deeply. "Dad never knew it was that hard your mother had. That, it's dad's first mistake."

"Up until a few years later, after Wildan lahi.. For the first time our family had trouble. Daddy's business went bankrupt, dad was politicized because he could not pay the salary of the employee."

"At that time, your grandfather came to see your mother for the first time. It's just not to give your blessing, but to help on condition."

"After that you will know the continuation." closed Wiryo immediately, ending the day that felt in the hearts of his two sons. Especially him who faces it.

"Daddy's second mistake, I agreed when your mom wanted to split up. I thought it would be good for him as well you guys.."

"But look at today! our farewell, does not bring the slightest good to either your mother or us. They, your grandparents and your uncles and aunts, they still annoy your mother and even instigate Wildan."

Wiryo let out a long sigh, unwilling to bring up the past any longer. His eyes were fixed on the unmoved Wildan, his head bowed.

"Therefore, stop punishing yourself by being stupid. You were born to a wonderful woman, only you or your mother were unlucky to have a bad family."

Wildan was still unmoved, his head lowered throughout the story feeling the turmoil. His head was busy digesting, sipping every process that seemed to be imagined in front of his eyes. After a moment of silence, his face lifted. His eyes were staring at the nanar, the highlight was empty.

"Why didn't you ever say everything?" he asked with a trembling voice, looking at the father slowly. "Am I not more worthy to know than Gian?"

Shut up, Wiryo can't answer. Even his eyes could not return Wildan's gaze, he was too embarrassed for that.

Wildan sniffed when he got no answer, no idea what to react to. His heart that had been dead for a long time, so unable to cry now felt a different roar. If all this time only anger can be released, today is more than that. Now he was angry, angry, and eager to cry.

Wildan got up from his seat, closing in on Gian who was a step away from his seat. His gaze was difficult to interpret, his hands quickly grabbed the collar of his brother's clothes.

Gian did not dodge, returning Wildan's sharp gaze patiently. Wildan's current fury, was well-founded.

Wildan opened his eyes several times before speaking, dispelling the warm tears at the end of his eyes. His gaze was so clear from the look in his eyes, as if asking for help. This feeling, so sick he was race.

"Lo know how tired I am of living in this hatred?" ask Wildan with emphasis. "Why don't you ever talk, if you know everything? Lo on purpose, huh?!" Wildan pulled the collar of his brother's shirt tighter. "Lo want me.. forever live with this hatred?"

Gian did not turn his gaze away from the younger brother, ready to hear the burden that his younger brother was trying to remove.

"Every time I hate my life, I always ask why my life is not like the people out there. I asked why I was dumped? Why am I. Why was I born of a cruel woman?"

"And I asked why I can't like you, you who can seikhlas it accept reality. But it turns out, I was wrong. you are happy because you know this story from the beginning, while I? I hate everything in me that reminds me of my mother."

"That's bad.." Wildan paused, turning his face as his hands took off the rough collar of Gian's shirt. "That's bad I judge my own mother."

"Lo know what it's like? No, you'll never understand. And you're just as successful, succeeding in making me feel useless all my life."

Gian is still the same, silent. Wiryo. Can't prevent Wildan from actually leaving in anger without saying anything more.

Wiryo sighed, clearly this was his mistake. He never knew, if his silence brought bad consequences. Just like when he took off his late wife, his silence was also a big mistake.

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The atmosphere of the Fauzan residence was again crowded, Agnia was welcomed by both her parents and Zain. Fauzan specifically, emptied his lecture time for the sake of his favorite girl.

Agnia had been smiling from afar, even before getting off Akmal's car. Because seeing Zain who is enthusiastic is not playing, he also misses his nephew very much.

Akbar opened the door, and Agnia had already re-touched the end of her joints to the ground.

"I help?"

"Not to."

Akbar nodded, immediately taking the big bag he had brought into the house.

Agnia was still there, turning to Akmal who was still in the car in the steering wheel and focusing on her phone.

"Aren't you in?" ask Agnia.

"Emh. no, Ma'am. I have a sudden business."

Cliche once Akmal answered, Agnia for a moment almost opened her mouth asking what business. But immediately remember, if he does not have the right to kepo on Akmal.

"Yes, thank you, yes." said Agnia, immediately embraced by Akmal with a smile.

"Yep, yeah.." Agnia paused her steps, returning to face Akmal who had been about to turn her car back on.

Akmal scrunched his forehead to see Agnia who was silent, looking timid and poking her lips for a moment.

"Emh. careful.."

That simple sentence inexplicably made Agnia blush as she said it, nor could Akmal cover the anxious smile on her face.

"Yes, Mommy."

...

Zain was delighted, immediately running as the roar of the car was heard coming into the courtyard of the spacious house. But his face was not as pleasant as before, when he saw the face of Agnia who was still bruised in several places.

"Why?" Agnia asked, when Zain would not embrace her.

"Aunty what's the face?"

Agnia smiled back, pulling Zain into her embrace. Not wanting to answer, not lying. A moment like that, Agnia longed for her bangs.

Zain soon forgot, his legs were coming along when he was brought into the house. Not having time to see his new uncle who was watching in the car, Akmal chuckled at the sight.

"Alhamdulillah.." Agnia shrieked softly, very relieved.tau-tau has arrived at her house and has relaxed again on the sopa, her eyes glanced left right as if leaving the house for a long time.

Zain stood facing his tant with his eyebrows in chains, not about the wounds on Agnia's face but something else. Whereabouts? he did not see the typical souvenirs of the beach brought Auntynya.

"Aunty, where's the gift?" ask Zain.

"By-by?" agnia's forehead wrinkled, not understanding the meaning of Zain's question accompanied by a serious look. "I mean by-by.."

"Zain knows you're going to the beach." interrupted Khopipah, coming from the kitchen with a glass of water for Agnia. "Akbar said." he said, putting a glass of water on the table.

"Oh!" Agnia chuckled, no wonder why Zain was so happy to see her. "Thank you, Mom."

Agnia did not answer, again did not want to continue Akbar's lie. His hand reached out to grab the glass of water, gulping it down slowly.

"Where?" billih Zain, still looking at him seriously. Even wait until Agnia is done with her drink.

Akbar fitting once down from his room, about to return to the front. Forgetting, I couldn't bring Akmal in.

"Sir, Akmal has it removed?"

"Udah, I guess.." replied Agnia briefly, a moment later Agnia smiled. Glancing at Akbar and Zain took turns.

"By-by, huh? It's the same Uncle." pointed Agnia at Akbar. "Seek Uncle."

"Hemh?" Akbar frowned, as confused as he had been. "What?"

"Where's the souvenir?"

"By-by?" Akbar Masoh frowned, turning to Agnia who was staring at him from the soup.

"By the beach, did you forget?" sindir Agnia's.

"Aah!" Akbar nodded, his face half panicked as his finger scratched his nape not itchy. "That's.." What came from his mouth came back to him, that sentence was true. Akbar is confused because of his own lies. "It's still on the road."

...

"Other times lie to Zain again! let me know what you're feeling." said Agnia, after Zain had gone to Khopipah.

Akbar sniffed, how do you know if Zain is that smart and will remember his original speech that has been two days? Uh! even that was three days ago.

"Oiya, you haven't answered Ma'am's question." Agnia remembered something else, diverting the chat immediately.

"On Gian?"

"Yes." Yeah."

Akbar clucking. "What's the matter, Mom, curious?"

"Yes, you want to know.. What kind of men's business you mean."

Akbar sighed softly, unsettled. His brother still remembered the original sketch yesterday, exactly Akbar. Clearly Akbar not only inherited the genes of his parents, but also his aunt Agnia participated in giving special influence.

Akbar. "That conversation, huh?"

...

"When Mother Agni herself, really by yourself? Why after he's been betrothed.one by one you show up?" akbar asked, this time really issued a question that he had long since saved.

Gian did not immediately answer, for a moment seemed to digest the question. He repeated the question in his head.

"Why?" Gian parroted, asking himself. "Maybe it's called a matchless one? Even though I've been watching your sister for a long time, the truth is, again and again I'm out of luck."

Akbar put an amused face, just disgusted in his ear Gian's speech was heard. Feeling that Gian is too much, even if it is love. Do I have to feel unlucky? That woman is a lot! in Akbar's mind.

"I'm serious, don't look at me like that."

Akbar nyengir's. "I know.. But don't you feel too much, brother? I mean, that girl is a lot! And a guy as good as you.."

"Not excessive." cut Gian. "Have it, you will only understand if you have found someone like Agnia for me."

Akbar sighed, perhaps. But do not know if he will be that sweet, for today he is still sure if Gian is too excessive.

A moment of silence, Akbar thought for a moment. "So what after this?"

"What?"

"Still on business or.."

"Stop."

Akbar frowned, Gian's speech was inversely proportional to his determination? what kind of feeling is that!

"I want to try, but the situation is different. As you said, I came when Agnia was already with someone else. Shit's.." Gian turned to Akbar, grinning thinly. "Your friend is perfect for Agnia, I can't position myself between them." Gian said.

Again and again Gian's speech made Akbar speechless, a gaze that was difficult to decipher reappeared.

"Why? Am I a coward?" ask Gian.

Akbar shook his head. "No, I was surprised. I'm confused, why would someone as great as you love like that?"

...

"Astaghfirullah's.." Agnia beersighfar shook her head in astonishment, spontaneously provoking the annoyed gaze of her sister who was even still early on explaining.

"What?" pelototik Akbar's. "Pake istighfar everything." he lamented.

"Are you really like that? Crazy huh.. what if he thinks it's Mbak's man? Wanted to put where mbak's face is."

"Will not." Akbar replied confidently. "Please calm down, so your face is safe, stay where it is."

Agnia snorted miserably, Akbar was irritating. Why ask Gian any strange questions?

"Where are you? I haven't finished the story." Akbar stared puzzledly, as Agnia instead got up.

"Tell me the same wall! I'm not interested anymore!"

Akbar sighed, recalling Akmal's words about himself that were as amused as Agnia. About Agnia he agreed, but himself?