Want a Life of Heaven

106. he's not special

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Akmal was most patient when facing Fiki, according to when asked for a treaty. Which even though Fiki actually forgot his promise after dealing with food, it seems serious when saying hungry.

No problem with that, for the sake of what he wanted to hear from Fiki's mouth, Akmal was willing to waste his time like this. Akmal patiently watched Fiki, still waiting until the man before him finished swallowing his chew.

"Lo.. really want to tell you something, or deliberately digergjain me?" akmal asked, putting on a suspicious face.

Fiki was asked that. "Forgotten." his great-grandson then grabbed his drink, sucked for a moment.

Akmal throbbed thinly, his hands folded in front of his chest. Sitting back waiting for Fiki's explanation.

"The story begins with.." Fiki put on her rancid gaze, smiling obliquely as if she was about to tell a dramatic story.

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Fiki, a teenager with a rancid look that did not change until many years later was fascinated when he entered Akbar's house. Yeah, it was her first time.

One other person, Ardi did not overreact. Because his house was even bigger than his friend's house, he just sniffed his shoulders to see the reaction of Fiki which for him was excessive.

Three teenagers in blue white uniforms entered in tandem, with Akbar leading the way into his house. The three people, although impressed relaxed but look very alert.

"Your parents, aren't home anymore?" asked Ardi, looking around. He was told the truth, but asked.

"No, there's their show."

"Continue?"

Akbar's brows were linked because of that short question, his feet stopped as his feet just stepped on the first step towards the top floor. Spontaneously he turned his head, staring at the astonished two people behind him.

Following the stop, Fiki looked at his two friends in turn.

"Cemen! If you're afraid you shouldn't have to come!" ketus Akbar's.

Fiki shaking. "It's not me.." His eyes pointed at Ardi, making the one being stared at now sigh.

"Silence.there is no one at home, my brother is also on the go." said Akbar, then continued his steps.

"Lo has a sister?" ask Fiki, interested in that fact.

"Have it, two instead.. If you want to take one"

"But.." Fiki only chirped in response to Akbar's joke that seemed outrageous, he no longer asked because the photo featuring the small family Akbar had already answered. Plastered clearly in front of their eyes, when stepping on the second floor of the house.

Fiki still stared in amazement at every corner of Akbar's house, fascinated by some photos, paintings and calligraphy displayed in such a way along the wall to Akbar's room.

"This is Lo's room?"

"No! That's my sister's room." Akbar's bully, immediately pulled Fiki away from Agnia's room. "Look at you! That's the doll's sticker door, pink again. Cook my room.."

"Yes who knows." cut Fiki, more sewot than Akbar who is upset. That's how the seed of a fight started between the two people. "How much, the man's heart is pink."

"Squeen!"

The commotion of the two people was witnessed flatly by Ardi, he had already learned to deal with these two people since that day.

But not only was Ardi disturbed by the commotion, someone who was in a room with a doll-stripped door that became the debate Akbar and Fiki now came out. Featuring the figure of Agnia who stood with a confused look, the gray white uniform with a skirt along her ankle convinced her that her brother Akbar was sitting in junior high school.

Akbar immediately pecked, his hands scratched the nape not itchy. Agnia's existence was not calculated before, and from six days of school time why should they meet at home? Akbar is alone.

"You guys.."

Akbar put on a wide smile, trying to cover his true tensed self in fear of being scolded.

Agnia snorted bitterly when she did not get an answer from Akbar, from her sister's silence she had already concluded. "You guys are truant?" tanyanya cynic.

"No, Ma'am.."

"lik! What the hell is going on here?"

"There is something I want to bring, especially." replied Akbar, sounding reassuring. "Bak himself? Don't tell me that's just a truant.."

"It's the talk of Ma'am, you.. Yaudah, please take the things you want to bring. Ma'am wait, we go together."

"I just came, so it looks like it will be a long time for you to wait." said Akbar, now finding a gap to make an excuse.

Agnia sighed, her hand she folded to the front of the chest. "At school there is a race, so mbak relax. and already got permission to go home too.."

Die up! Akbar couldn't seem to convict after this, how would he say if the three of them were punished and instead ran away from the punishment.

Instead of having to clean the toilet after being caught smoking, Akbar took the initiative to invite his friend to run away. Because of the close distance from the school to his home, so it is not difficult. But the presence of Agnia was what turned out to be difficult.

Agnia frowned after a moment of Akbar's unmoved, her gaze flat on the younger brother.

He smelled something suspicious, especially after glancing at two of his sister's friends alternately and found Ardi who looked nervous.

"You must have made a mistake." guess Agnia, sure enough because Ardi lowered his head even more after hearing Agnia say so.

"Now go back to school! Or you're in bigger trouble.."

Akbar wave, can not lie but do not want to also if you have to go back to school. It was the same that they surrendered themselves to be punished more severely by returning.

"But Ma'am. Gini's.."

"Bak don't want to hear any excuses. She said go back to school, which means I have to!"

Akbar sighed, then glanced at Ardi and Fiki alternately. As if to tell him he can't do anything anymore.

Their intention to spend hours playing PS ended up caught off guard, and then the three men were scolded by their parents.

Such is the threat power of Agnia, until now not even changed. Still as taper, penetrating anyone who does not obey his words.

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"So.." Akmal did not understand the direction of Fiki's convoluted speech, his eyebrows were perfectly linked because of that. I don't know, Fiki's story leads to the first meeting rather than the first impression.

"So the first impression I met Ms. Agni is not good." explained Fiki.

Akmal is throbbing, let alone Agnia. All must have done the same, where there are children run away from school come to the house is welcome.

"She's jutek, arrogant, constantly cruel. That's my opinion about Ms. Agni during.." Fiki paused, seemingly thinking for a moment. "Seven years, I guess.."

Akmal listened, still figuring out what Fiki was trying to explain to him.

"We haven't even greeted each other for seven years.know why? cause Agni's mother created a thick wall around her."

Fiki was silent again, now returning to feed her food. "But these two years, after he failed to marry and made it through one year of his slump.he changed a lot."

Akmal raised his eyebrows. "You mean he changed or your opinion about him changed?"

"Ehh.." Fiki momentarily weighed in, thinking about which answer he was more appropriate to wear. "When you think about it again, it's not him who changed, but it's my perspective on him that changed." said Fiki, to then chuckle to himself.

"The problem, Mal. I think Agni's mother was not aware of the same around him before. Try lo shadowin, he's not aware if something happened between his girlfriend and his best friend."

"To blame ourselves is exhausting, because it means we willingly carry a heavy burden on our shoulders." Fiki sighed softly, staring at old Akmal. "That's why I wonder what makes Sister Agni forget her pain and choose to open her heart to you.."

Akmal reviewed a thin smile, then sniffed his shoulders. The answer remains the same even though Fiki asked a thousand times, where is there a special secret of conquering women? Fiki is just there.

Now amazed, Fiki says something amazing for the first time in his ear. The way Fiki looks at that story today is incredible.

Fiki snorted to receive a gaze from Akmal, had his question unanswered plus a gaze that was difficult to interpret as well. Makes a big question mark appear on Fiki's head.

"What's? Are you fascinated by me?"

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Be married?

Countless confusions that Agnia felt the cause of that one word right now.

Curious, What makes his father was very easy to report the wedding news when there was no proposal or engagement between him and Akmal.

Wouldn't a proposal be better kept secret? While his father has now even announced the marriage before the agreement occurred and did not.

Agnia felt strange, what made her family so sure of Akmal?

Unlike last day, the topic of marriage no longer scares her but causes a strange pounding on her chest. Is he really getting married?

Actually since not being married with Adi, he never thought to re-knit love with any man. Even when faced with introductions with some men, the one that arose in Agnia's heart was just hate. That trauma aroused sadness as well as emptiness in his soul.

But today, Agnia was most astonished by him. Look.he did not even feel sad or angry after knowing the news, his heart was calm and only felt an indistinct roar clashing within.

Khopipah came and broke the daydreams of Agnia at that time, entering the old room of Agnia without realizing it. Her face was radiant to find her daughter sitting relaxed in her old room that she was originally afraid of.

Khopipah brought a cup of tea for Agnia, still steaming her smoke. After offering the tea which has now been turned into the hands of Agnia, Khopipah then took place next to the child.

"Whenever here? Don't you like this room?" ask Khopipah gently.

Agnia commented a thin smile, turning her head to the classmate. "Intentionally, Mom. I. again need a new atmosphere."

Khopipah nodded, agreeing. "Indeed it should be, a new atmosphere is good for us. Staying in a stuffy room for a long time, is quite tiring."

Agnia understood the direction of the mother's conversation, only turning her head for a moment to then straighten her gaze on the steaming cup of tea her mother gave her.

A moment passed between the two people, busy with their thoughts.

"Yes, Mom.." Agnia started it.

"What?"

"Why do you like Akmal?" asked Agnia, who managed to make a smile on her mother's face unstoppable. It was nice to hear Agnia ask about Akmal comfortably.

"Why ask?"

"Curious. Strange as it is, I can be sure that my nitipin is the same as him."

"Ehh.." Khopipah nodded, then sighed long enough. "Actually it just happens, just like when mom introduced you to the men before. Nothing special, it's just that he's the only one who can make you heal."

"Hemh?"

"You stop being afraid when you talk about marriage, you start talking about Akmal, and this room? You start back in this room.. Say... don't you think it's amazing? Or.. can answer since when and why it happened?"

Agnia fell silent, unable to answer. That's what he's thinking too.

Khopipah. "And mother also knew, if Alisya and Adi they came back. You even taught her son.. Now, can you answer why you're so loud? Embracing others is not enough to excuse pretense. That is the sincerity of you...

"Once again, since when does the pain not affect you?"

Since when? I don't know.. Agnia did not blink at her mother's question.

Khopipah smiled back. "Look.he's nothing special, Agni. He just happens to make you feel better."

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Alisya and Raina had just returned home, both of them had just walked into the house with shaky steps. Alisya immediately settles down on the sopa, while Raina who had looked weak actually changed her spirit after seeing her toys.

One more thing that disturbed Alisya's head, he became very curious, what was the matter with Agnia. A disaster? Everyone is busy saying that. But what's going on?

For a moment his forehead wrinkled at the thought of his curiosity, to then slap himself again. Reminds her not to think too much about Agnia, because it will only make her over thinking. There are enough problems that arise between them and Adi because the name Agnia, do not need to be deliberately peppered again.

Instead of thinking about Agnia why, she better think about how to get rid of the name from her husband's heart.

A notification came in, breaking Alisya's increasingly crazed thinking. Alisya immediately opened the message that came without delay, let alone the message came from her school-time friend.

The message contained an invitation to attend the opening of a boutique owned by Indri, his friend who is a designer and businessman.

Alisya so had an idea because of the invitation, he was thought to show his harmony with Adi in front of everyone, including Agnia.

Agnia must be invited and will come, she must not waste this. Yeah, that's the perfect plan. This is for the first time, and it should be proudly perfect as well.

She should look happy with her husband and children.

A smile appeared on Alisya's face, happily replying to the message.

Congratulations, Indri..

^^^Must dong.all are invited.^^^

Agnia was invited too?

^^^It must be him.^^^

^^^ Still see him often?^^^

Still is. Why is it?

^^^It is please tell me my invitation to him as well, yes..I'm afraid I forgot about him.^^^

^^^Business.^^^

Yes, busy people, I will tell you later..

Alisya smiled, sighing in relief. He had an event to show his happy little family to everyone, he meant to Agnia.