Want a Life of Heaven

102. thanksgiving?

Akmal was faced with confusion that no one could pour out, now the man still in his car was sighing deeply. To then slowly lean his back, a few moments comfortable like that.

...

The call that interrupted his time with Agnia came from the late mother of Ulya, Akmal spontaneously roared to accept the call. What the hell is going on? His feelings suddenly went out of whack.

Akmal immediately drove his car to the residence of the late Ulya, shortly after closing the connection of the call. The woman asked him to come right away, unclear what the reason was but sounded a little frightened from his voice.

Akmal was certainly worried, considering that the middle-aged woman lived alone since the death of Ulya.

He and his father Ulya have been divorced even since Ulya was in elementary school, no longer married until now. Ulya's father married again, and had a new family.

The problem this time, Ulya's father came and screwed up. Making his ex-wife who is Ulya's mother has no choice but to call Akmal.

Akmal arrived soon, though a little late because the man was already coming home. His hand carried several sheets of paper, judging from his form. A house letter.

The man immediately snorted when he saw Akmal get off his car, grinning thinly.

"So you called your former son-in-law?" his tanyanya, directed at his ex-wife.

Akmal ignored the man's words, immediately approached the middle-aged woman who was now sitting on the floor trying to get up.

Without saying anything, Akmal helped the woman to wake up. After making sure nothing happened, he immediately exclaimed to stop his father Ulya's steps.

"Wait the fuck.."

The man turned around again, facing Akmal again. His steps stopped in place, wanting to hear what Akmal was going to say.

"Don't just stand up, help your mother-in-law get ready.she has to get out of this house" she said with an innocent look, which Akmal responded to with puzzled pain. The man sighed, then raised the thing in his hand to explain. "I want to sell this house."

Akmal nodded as he grunted softly, amazed. Sure enough his guess, the man did not come except to make a ruckus.

It turns out the problem is still the same every year, for some reason after the death of Ulya, his father was busy dealing with the sale of the house. Whose mother Ulya, has full rights over him.

This spacious enough house, is the result of the hard work of ulya parents at the beginning of the marriage. And about the part of her ex-husband, her mother Ulya even though he has given some money to replace. Say to buy a part of the house that comes from the work of the man's father.

And now what else? Isn't that enough?

"Attent, Sir.. Sell it? So.. do you think you still deserve that?" akmal asked, a little rough than usual.

"Why not? In this house that he lives in comfortably there is my hard work, all this time I kept quiet and let him stay comfortably. But because I need money now, I want to take my right." explained the man while shrugging his shoulders casually, as if there was no mistake from his words. "That's a problem?"

The woman who had been pushed down now stepped forward, facing her ex-husband. "Which is your right? The money I once gave to buy this house, is more than enough to replace your services."

"Which money? I never received a penny. Except for a little money to reimburse Ulya's living expenses all this time."

Miris, reimburse living expenses? Even if you don't love your child, is it worth it? Akmal grew fed up with the man in front of him, even his mother Ulya was speechless, ashamed before Akmal.

"Is it because Ulya is dead, all your affection is in debt?" Akmal asked by raising his intonation, his voice trembling slightly restraining anger.

The man looked at Akmal leisurely, instead feeling that the boy before him was overdoing it with his frustration. "Of course not." The answer. "But as a sister, if she were alive, it was her duty to take care of her sister. But since he's dead, this is the only way to fulfill that obligation."

Akmal grunting. "Obligation? Before you have to ask for the responsibility of others, you must first be responsible. How much have you given the best to Ulya in her lifetime?"

"If you are really responsible, is it possible that Ulya should work to meet his needs?" akmal asked, his intonation back up. His heart was sliced considering how Ulya used to secretly work as a shopkeeper after school, also went here and there offering teaching services.

"Don't pretentious say responsibility, sir! Shame. If you don't want to work hard, admit it. Admit it too if you're greedy."

"What did kabu say? How dare you.."

"Let's end it.." Akmal cut in, unwilling to continue arguing with the old bastard. "You want to sell this house, right? Then I'll buy it."

The man snorted. "Basic boy! Don't act rich, you!" his glares.

"Fifty million? Sixty million?" haggar Akmal. "However. But please, after this promise not to disturb mother, go and enjoy your life in peace. I beg.."

...

Akmal raised his head after a long while, now feeling an overwhelming dizzy in his head. Not about money, but he wondered why when going away from Ulya memories he was actually pulled back there.

And his heart could not ignore, as if it still kept Ulya at a special angle in his heart. Akmal could not help himself when Ulya was harassed, because for whatever sake.the girl was entitled to good memories as well as good things that he could not feel in his life.

Ringing call disperse the daydream of Akmal, the man then stretched his hand to the top of the car dashboard. Grab his phone, read the name on it.

Akbar's?

"Hello?"

"Where?"

"Emh.. again on the road, why?"

"Later malem to the house, yes! I want to study at home."

"Taught in what order?"

"Don't ask too many questions! Dateng aja. I also ngajak Fiki with Ardi."

"That's? Okay." okay." Akmal immediately agreed, asserting while rubbing his face slowly.

"Dateng, yes. The main one, special!!"

Akmal lost the spirit to smile, now only nodding even though he clearly would not be seen by his interlocutor.

His head was very dizzy, hoping that with the pull and exhale it could make his heart and mind calmer.

...

Agnia was dumbstruck where she stood, staring in amazement without blinking the presented item before her eyes. A few moments later frowned, wondering what some of the various grocery bags were.

Agnia now knows, where Akbar went without asking him earlier. It turned out that the boy had gone shopping, and that he had brought home..

Akbar turned his head Agnia astonished, his eyebrows raised while his mouth was cool at chewing.

"Mom!" he said slowly, not intending to surprise his brother like before.

"Hemh?" Agnia.

"Obspect what?" tanyanya seriously.

Agnia turned her head to Akbar, looking at her old sister. "This, you're confused. In what order is shopping this much?" point at Agnia with her eyes, turning to look at the expanse of vegetables, fruit, meat, fresh fish, as well as the snacks that Khopipah currently issued. So many, that it does not leave a gap in the dining table.

Khopipah only smiled at Agnia's question as well as her astonished gaze, her hand trained to separate the groceries into place.

"Suppose we want to be thankful." Akbar replied.

"Size?"

"Yes, we make a thanksgiving, the engagement of Mbak with Akmal." he chuckled later.

Agnia who knew it was just a joke, immediately swerved sharply as her hand pinched Akbar's stomach.

"Aw! Kidding. kidding.." Akbar pulled out Agnia's hand, keeping the wiggly finger away from her sixpack stomach.

Agnia was still a manyun, her question unanswered. He became concerned, about what the purpose of this great cook was held.

"Ordinary measure, Ma'am." Akbar immediately said, know the anxiety implied on Agnia's face.

"Yes, but in what order?" ask Agnia, now back to normalize her tone.

"In order to be healthy, Ma'am. And.." Akbar nyengir's. "Nearby Mbak is the same Akmal" he said, then as soon as possible ran away from Agnia.

Agnia was intrigued to see that, but she had no intention of doing anything. Now chuckle, laughing at Akbar. "Unclear, you son!"

Agnia began to get bored again, now moved to sit while watching Khopipah who went back and forth kitchen– dining room.

Khopipah smiled at the curious face of Agnia, indeed after coming from the hospital he did not give her permission to work.

Very tired look on the face of Agnia, but Khopipah will bear. Because she still wants to treat her only daughter as queen for a little longer.

"Want to help?" ask Khopipah. "Don't rest. In a moment, Puspa's mom and Bu Widia are here to help me."

Agnia who was about to smile immediately paled, Khopipah asked and answered his own question. "That?"

"Yes. Go there.." drive out Khopipah. "Later to hunt Bu Widia here, continue to bring Nur. You can answer her questions."

Agnia snorted softly, but agreed.yeah, Nur must have come not only with sincerity to help but also a myriad of questions. And if that happens, it's over.

"Yourselves.." great-granddaughter Agnia, disappointed.

...

Agnia was stunned in her room, laying her body on the bed with her eyes staring straight at the ceilings of the room.

At times like this, a lot of things come to his head. About Wildan, Gian, Please, also Akmal. Uh! Agnia sighed softly, annoyed. Why should I have free time?

If used this work, of course his mind will not be crazy. If it is free like this, fear also genital more often control the mind.

Bored Agnia, now changed her position to prone. Facing the mobile phone, the mission is currently looking for another busyness.

The mobile web is about to tap the message icon, but it is snoozed when looking at the contact icon. His finger turned there, looking at the missed call history that day.

Akbar's call at most, ten times missed. Perhaps not knowing if her phone fell during the kidnapping, Agnia gave a faint smile. His sister's mark, was very worried at the time.

There was a striking number, which he could not keep. Yes, Akmal number.

Agnia gave her lips for a moment, then just pressed the number. Intended to see the details of the call history of the boy. Yet..

The touch that actually brought Agnia to call the anonymous number, making Agnia ketar-ketir herself made.

Most surprisingly, Agnia did not have time to disconnect the call and..

"Hello?"

Agnia complains of being restrained, spontaneously drowning her face on the mattress when Akmal's voice is heard. Why should the boy answer? inner Agnia.

What will he think after this? Agnia was embarrassed.

"Hello, Ma'am? Assalamu'alaikum's chat.."

"Mbak Agnia's there?"

Agnia sighed, raising her face now. Already already, it would be more embarrassed if he behaved indistinctly. Now, there was no choice but to explain the situation.