Want a Life of Heaven

119. Fiki: Who is it?

The engagement ring was already worn, Retno herself who put the ring on Agnia. A sign that the proposal has been accepted and Agnia can no longer be freely approached by other men.

The ring that originally made a misunderstanding is now on the finger of Agnia, who would have thought if it was really attached there. Akmal was relieved, the ring he bought the item was on the finger of someone he wanted.

Once the ring fits on Agnia's ring finger, Retno glimpsed her son while looking thin when the ring is finished she put. Amazed, praising taste as well as the accuracy of its size.

Khopipah smiled, looking at Retno with the happiest look. Finally, their hopes were realized. The hope they used to say while joking.

Who knows the joke of their youth is true, the form of the definition of speech is do'a.

So happy and amazed Retno to Khopipah during the cottage in the boarding school, she always praised and expressed her hope to marry her son to the children of Khopipah.

At that time Khopipah just laughed, not knowing if years later it was realized.

After the boarding school even married they did not lose communication, even to this day.

Retno's hope to match her son is extinct when in fact they do not give birth to children at a suitable age. What else when Agnia knew-tau was about to get married three years ago.

But three months back, when he met again Agnia Retno again impressed. Bak saw Khopipah whom he admired in Agnia.

At that time his intentions were once buried back he uttered. And the reaction of Khopipah? The mother of the three children laughed.

"It would have been like that, but neither Akmal nor Agnia Mbak would have agreed." said Khopipah's reply, who at first also worried about the age difference between Akmal and Agnia.

Retno was now happy, returning Khopipah's gaze with no less warm. Now it is proven that if his hope will be realized one step further, the son of Khopipah will soon become his son-in-law.

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The night is getting late, the dark sky tonight is illuminated by the moon. Creates visible light from the bedroom window, plus a porch light that penetrates through the curtain gap.

Agnia did not sleep, lying on her back to the sleeping Yesa next to her. Sticking at the window, his eyes pointed at the light coming from there.

It still feels in disbelief, Agnia is not that far as to think she will return to want to fall in love. But at this time his eyes are reluctant to be closed, his heartbeat is still hunting for every historical event that had been.

Yes, he's one step to become Akmal's. This no longer feels like a dream, because Agnia has to wake up and live out the reality. Their marriage was already decided, before the time of Ramadan.

The mark is less than two months, he and Akmal will be together. This Ramadan she insha Allah is already a wife.

Agnia sighed, her mind had gone too far. Consciously he decided not to fall in love easily, not before actually getting married.

Agnia changed her sleeping position so stretched out, her eyes that still did not want to work together led to the ceiling of her room that was soft and dark.

Yesa who slept next to Agnia moved slowly, her sleep was easily disturbed. Perhaps the reason for his habit of intervening in the dormitory, until the small movement of Agnia alone is enough to disturb him. His eyes slowly opened.

"Emm? Is it dawn?" Yesa asked, the distinctive hoarse voice of waking up was obvious.

"Not yet, long time. Get some sleep!"

Yesa for a moment of silence, she was dazed and had time to digest where and with whom she was. After her life was perfectly collected, Yesa felt her cell phone in the dark.

His eyes are squeaking, making sure the numbers are listed on his phone screen. Sure enough, it was ten o'clock. He who quickly sleep because tired think if his sleep is long enough, but in fact it is not.

Yesa did not sleep anymore, after her sleepiness completely disappeared choose to rise and save her legs on the mattress of fur that she slept.

Agnia noticed Yesa's behavior, to see it decided to get up and sit cross-legged. "Why?" his question was half whispered, not wanting to wake Zain as well as Puspa who slept in his bed.

"Wouldn't you sleep?" Yesa asked back, her mouth open and yawning freely.

"New to."

"Ehh.." Yesa nodded, momentarily stalling her smile. Understand if this cousin sister must not be able to sleep because of the effects of the proposal earlier.

Agnia did not see the smile that Yesa was talking about, the darkened state of the room was the cause.

"Mbak. cook yukk noodles." invite Yesa. If usually when waking up in the middle of the night remember to pray tahajud, this time he actually remembered with food.

This rare moment must be used, not every time he can spend time with Agnia. Before returning home and returning to the cottage, he should at least enjoy a moment like this.

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"This is the best!" cry Yesa when the greasy fried noodles are presented in front of her, and she has just scooped into the mouth. after waiting long enough for Agnia sat set in the kitchen while packing her mobile phone, the food that was appetizing and did not disappoint finally came.

"ah! Forgot. haven't a photo.." Yesa ruffled herself, the noodles she had forked and ready to mauk into her mouth she put back. Hurriedly pointing the camera of his phone while rearranging the noodles. "Here, have Mama too.."

Agnia chuckles to pay attention to the behavior of Yesa, her noodles she is fitting for a moment to be the object of Yesa's photo.

Yesa grinned, returning the gaze of Agnia who seemed to know if she was waiting. Shortly after thrusting Agnia's bowl of noodle soup, Yesa refocused on her noodles.

"This is what's his name, Ma'am? Seblak?" asked Yesa, still not bribing and busy turning the noodles on her plate. Figuring out what exactly makes those instant noodles feel different. Garlic chop, shallots, and chili peppers are visible in there.

"Mie nyemek."

"Oh! Yeah, I saw it in Toktok.."

Agnia nodded, knowing full well that Yesa was a spicy lover. Tonight is special he made, anyway the way for him does not take much time.

"And this is better than that." said Yesa while pointing with her chin mi kuah Agnia which is standard once in her eyes.

Agnia thins. "It's about taste, don't judge!"

"Hulah.." Yesa just muttered so, choosing to enjoy her noodles while Agnia walked towards the refrigerator about to bring something.

Soon Agnia returned with two glasses of cold tea, as if understanding the contents of Yesa's heart. Yesa is more sparkling, perfect is the wake of him tonight.

"Thank you." said Yesa sweetly after a glass of cold sweet tea was thrust towards her, accepting with pleasure.

It was like a special service, for the sake of the cousin sister he could rarely meet. Agnia sat down afterwards, starting to scoop up the steaming noodle soup. Perfect, cool night warmed spicy gravy and topped off cold sweet tea.

"Yes, Ma'am.." Yesa opened her mouth again, looking curious.

"What?"

"Mbak.. know Akmal from Akbar?" guess Yesa, asked with a serious look until her hand stopped from the noodles she said she liked.

Agnia shaking. "No.."

"Oh! You guys know yourself?" ask Yesa, who was returned to Agnia's soft belt. "Continue?" the pain now arises, unable to believe it if they are purely betrothed and it works.

Oye! Where is there such a story today? Old and a little looked down upon. This is how it can be read in the head of Yesa.

Yesa nodded, quite understanding yet.. "But Ma'am, how can you fit in? I mean that matchmaking is the age of seka.." Yesa said, she was stared at with warning by Agnia.

Agnia sighed, why was Yesa so curious about the story of her meeting. What's that important? He just wanted to enjoy his food, so could Yesa stop asking?

At that time Yesa had not had time to put out her ultimate smile, they had already been visited by Akbar's booming voice. "Wahh eating is not fad.."

Akbar came, of course, provoked the smell of noodles that reached his nose. He had not slept and was sitting in front of his computer when he was hungry, to be honest he could not sleep because Hafidz was also his uncle sleeping in his room. Their snoring interfered, Akbar decided to secretly play the game. Of course in silent mode, if Hafidz wakes up he is definitely beaten.

As usual, hunger is coming. But this time it came over so Akbar just went down. Fortunately, the pleasant aroma that greeted his nose made Akbar sure if he was not the only one who was hungry.

Akbar took his place next to Yesa, the seat he sat on he placed near the seat of Yesa. Making Yesa look suspicious, immediately protect the noodles that have not been exhausted half of what he ate.

Akbar nyengir's. "Bikinin dong." he said while raising his eyebrows.

"No. Make it yourself there! This is also Madam Agni masakin"

"Yep?" Akbar switched to styling Agnia. "Sir.k I've never been made, anyway!"

Agnia sighed, the spoon she held she let go. "Behold, madam masakin first." he said as he rose, sounding half insincere.

"Try, dong!"

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Long enough Agnia in the kitchen, to come with a plate of fried noodles for Akbar.

Akbar ended his taping on Yesa, now reaching for the plate that his brother had thrust. But the look seemed unsatisfied, turning to Yesa's side for a moment and then looking at Agnia.

"Drink?"

Agnia who was about to sit down, not even until her buttocks to the chair swerved. Wielding a sharp look at Akbar who did not know himself. Hearts ask for heart.

"He. yeah, I took it myself. Mabk please. eat it.."

Agnia did not grunt softly, so much Akbar. He did not really enjoy his noodles, disturbed by Akbar's desire until his noodles were just a few times he spoons so cold when he wants to eat.

It's just that his heart's turn warmed up, seeing Akbar who was teasing each other and arguing stupid things with Yesi made the corner of his lips lift.

So sweet, Akbar looks happy. It was like seeing her figure on Yesa, like that if Agnia could see the debate between herself and Akbar. Like a mirror, Yesa is a duplicate.

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Starting this morning Akmal won't pick him up, not allowed. Agnia directly forbade it. Do not want crazy news to spread if they are too often together, instead Akbar who will accompany him anywhere. Akbar himself who somehow kindly offered himself.

Agnia was prepared, even waiting on the porch of her house. Akbar came shortly, not intending to make him scolded by his only sister.

"Come, Ma'am.."

"Come on!"

Akbar had not had time to turn on his motorbike, at that time two people with their respective familiar motors came.

Let alone Akbar, Agnia already knows. That's Fiki and Ardi.

"Mr. assalamu'alaikum.."

"Wa'alaikumsalam.." Agnia replied with a smile, alternately turning her head to the two singles.

"Gue nganter Ma'am Agni bentar, you just wait here. Not long for."

Fiki immediately replied with a respectful attitude, no annoying words for Akbar at this time. Exactly not yet, his mouth knows who he is in front of.

The brother's sister disappeared from sight, drifting away. Fiki noticed that for a moment to then turn to Ardi. His forehead immediately wrinkled looking at Ardi's expression. "Why?"

"Ente is unconscious?"

"Conscious, lah. mabok cooking." replied Fiki origin, while chuckling. Satisfied with his stupid answer.

"Not that, Fiki! You don't see Miss Agni's ring finger?"

"No, what's wrong?"

"Mother Agni.." Ardi momentarily turned left-right to make sure no one was near them. "he wore a ring, like an engagement ring."

"Can't be. How come we're not told?"

Ardi glared, his hands shaking comfortably Fiki's head which was almost parallel to his eyes. "What is it!! You sok feel important."

Fiki touched a glimpse of his head, if Ardi who did so he was not eager to retaliate. The only concern is the position of the hair that is afraid to change by the toyoran.

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Akbar came back, not long after what he said. The motor returned to his yard. Welcomed Fiki also Ardi who immediately stood up from his seat and approached.

"Akbar. I have a question.." I'm Fiki, as soon as Akbar gets off his bike.

"What?" tanya Akbar while allowing her hair a little tangled because of the helmet.

"Mak Agni it.. It's fiance, huh?"

Akbar momentarily looked at Fiki's face, imprinted curious there. For a second then nodded, it was not something that could be kept secret what else Fiki and Ardi would have seen from the ring that Agnia was wearing. "Yes, exactly. proposed."

"When?"

Ardi immediately turned his head when Fiki asked so, he became afraid Fiki said the same thing about those who were not told.

"Semalem, the event suddenly so. no one knows and no one is invited." replied Akbar, answering the whole question Fiki without having to reveal.

Fiki nodded, momentarily seeming to think to then return wanting to ask a question. "Emh.. proposed to whom?"

The question succeeded in making Ardi anxious, what their purpose was there and Fiki instead asked the personal things of the Akbar family that had nothing to do with the reason for their arrival.

Akbar grinned back, Fiki's serious question indicating that the man was really curious. "According to you?" ask Akbar, still a riddle. Because Akbar stepped towards his house with a smile. "Udah, come on in!"

"It can't be Akmal, right?" ask Fiki while tailing. The question succeeded in producing a reprimand from Ardi.