Want a Life of Heaven

Disappointed as much as trust

...Nothing is certain in this world,...

...Yesterday was the best medicine...

...could be the biggest wound of the day....

But an unexpected wound..

Coming from an unexpected person.

the one you love the most gives the most hurt.

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Becoming stronger after one of the lowest stories of life is the right of every soul. On top of the fact that life makes all beings feel the joys and sorrows of the wheel of life.

It happened to Agnia too, a story that became an eternal wound in her life.which today is still imprinted even deeper, a wound that she still has not found her silver lining.

Agnia was in her third year of college at the time, when Adi proposed to her. And less than a month since the proposal ceremony, the wedding is planned to be held immediately.

Adi, who was only two years above Agnia, did not need a long time to decide to propose to the girl he loved, especially after Hafidz, who was his peer, first married. Moreover, Adi and Agnia have been together for eight years, there is nothing to question anymore in their relationship.

There was no sense of meaning for Agnia at that time, when her house began to be busy with wedding preparations and the crowds of relatives who gathered. His father's extended family from tasikmalaya as well as his mother's extended family from solo have come one by one.

Being happy for sure, marrying someone you love is also the best part of the path of love. The rest of Agnia was too busy on scheduled activities in the few days after the wedding until there was no land to feel tense in the three days leading up to the D-day.

A girl with a black bergo walked quickly up the stairs to the largest room in Fauzan's house. The girl carried three picture frames in her hands, looking enthusiastic, almost bumping into some people in her path.His pace was accelerating, towards the room belonging to the only girl in the house.

"Tara.." he said.before showing the face from behind the door.

Agnia lifted her head from the laptop, shaking in surprise. "Yesa! Careful.." he said, staring with warning at his paternal cousin.

The one who was stared at in gusto, instantly closed the door with his feet. Yesa is the same age as Akbar, so it is not surprising that between the two there is a sloppy similarity.

There were two people in the room when Yesa came in, Agnia Sicalon the bride, and Alisya the only friend of Agnia who accompanied him at the important time preparing small details of the wedding.

"Sir Alisya, here!" yesa.

Alisya immediately rose from her seat, moving towards Yesa. Take a look at the three pictures that are placed on the bed. One of them is a portrait of Agnia in a white dress and a black veil posing sweetly facing the camera. The other two photos are a portrait of Agnia with Adi matching, Adi wearing a white shirt standing next to Agnia.

The three photos that Yesa was looking at alternately without blinking were portraits taken on the night of the proposal. Deliberately in print for a special day later.

"Spanned in the middle of the room is good, Ma'am. We're putting one on display, huh?"

Agnia nodded, while her eyes did not switch from the laptop. There is no special busyness for him as a bride who lives a few hours to the agreement, busyness such as choosing clothes, ornate, not in his schedule. Because that's what he did at that time only did all the activities that were done every day.prepared materials for talk shows held by the campus where he as a moderator. "Hemm. can."

"Which one?" ask Yesa.

"Which way can."

"That's not really her!" yesa protest. Made Agnia look up, smiling at her cousin's reaction. Yesa turned to look at Alisya who in her eyes was more able to talk. "According to Ma'am Alisya which bagusan?"

Alisya sighed, looking back at the photos. Close his lips, showing a sweet dimple on his cheek. Seemed thinking. "Everything is good." said Alisya. His hand then grabbed one of the rightmost photos. "But this one is top anyway" he said as he glanced at Yesa, asking for an opinion. "That's a good deal, saucy. There are vibes couple goals."

Yesa nodded in agreement. "According to Ma'am, how?" ask Yesa to Agnia. "We're putting this on display, aren't we?"

Considering, Agnia was silent for a moment. "No, no." he said later. "That's just a display here."

"But! Masticated.." Yesa looked at Agnia in wonder. "So he said which one, it's not the turn to be chosen."

"Which you think is best, it's better to be on display here. So private collection, no need to show off."

For the sake of hearing that sentence Yesa and Alisya immediately sat down, throwing smiles at each other.

"Sweet as a bride!" Alisya smilingly looked at Agnia with a wholehearted look.

****

The shadow of Alisya's last sincere smile that Agnia had seen a few years ago was now changed by the image of Alisya's face that Agnia had just seen earlier, a face that was a surprise. In addition Agnia could not read or guess what was implied by Alisya's spontaneous expression. It has been almost four years since the last time they met. If before they were so close, today they are strangers like there has never been a dear between the two in the past.

Agnia stepped slowly up the stairs, towards the second floor of her house which she rarely went to. Except if going to Akbar's room, or to his parents' second room.

This time it was different, his steps turning towards the rightmost room. The largest room in the house, the one he had not lived in for a long time.

This was the first time he had dared to approach the room since three years had passed. This time something moved her heart to come, something Agnia did not realize was a process of self-acceptance for the pain of the past day.

"Go from here, Alisya!" that was the last sentence that Agnia had thrown at Alisya, Right in the room that Agnia was currently in. The shadow of the event just appeared in his mind when the room was opened. It was as if the shadow of Alisya who was leaving with a real cry was repeated before his eyes.

Agnia looked around, noticing the same atmosphere she had left a few years ago. The room remained the same, looking neat and clean, not looking uninhabited. The room was indeed vacated, but always used if Hafidz and Puspa stay.

Agnia never again entered the room, even if only to tidy up. If you have to clean the entire house, then the room is an exception. All the objects in the room had their own traumas for Agnia, which would only remind her of the heartbreaking story.

But now Agnia was observing every corner of the room, as if looking for which part of this room was making it crowded. Her teary eyes stopped at the only photo left of her memories with Adi. Photo of himself. Portrait of her in a white dress, a portrait taken on the night of the proposal. Agnia's eyes dropped, looking at the photo, there was a cin-cin attached to her finger.

The photo caused a stabbing pain for a moment, seeing her that day as the happiest woman with the most sincere smile. While today, he who stands staring at the portrait as a heartbroken woman who no longer has a happy smile. For a moment bitter Agnia felt. His fate is unpredictable, and it should not be questioned today.

Agnia went to the bed, sitting facing the large window that led to the balcony. Looking at the blue sky that looked from where he was sitting, but looking further from the blue-looking sky.

Akbar stood in the doorway, staring in relief when the figure he was looking for was there. Since then he had been looking for Agnia, he was afraid that this one and only sister would fall back, all he wanted to do and all he could do right now was accompany Agnia's difficult time.

"Mom!"

Agnia turned her head, looking at Akbar who came in and stood not far from her.

"Remain here?" asked Akbar softly. Just like Agnia, she did not know what to say. The unexpected meeting made things complicated.

"Icing." said Agnia of origin. "Who knows if I'm finding something. Something like.. keikhlasan?" Peas Agnia.

"Meet?"

"Yes sure.. " Agnia paused, looking at Akbar. "no. Sincerity is not pursued in this way." replied Agnia honestly.

Agnia sighed, looking at the blue-looking sky. "Tempo hari mbak says. mbak see them but not papasan. Continue to say if we just papasan maybe the story will be different. But in fact there is nothing different after I met Alisya, nothing can be done even for myself mbak themselves."

Akbar.

"Do you know why I don't want to go to this room anymore?"

"It's not because I've imagined living a space with Adi, but.." Agnia pauses, breathing. Without Akbar seeing, tears trickled down Agnia's cheeks. "There are many memories of Alisya in this room" he said in a trembling voice. "Mbak.mbak was a thousand times more disappointed in Alisya than Adi. mbak always asked why he could think of hurting mbak when he was the closest person to mbak."

Silence, only a sobbing is heard. There was a tremendous pain that Agnia showed through her cries. Akbar was silent, kininia understood the sentence;

...the one you love the most gives the most wounds....

Trust and disappointment are the sources of deep wounds.

***

"Tumben Akbar went straight home" said Ardi, sitting together with five others in the MBI room, eating a light snack with coffee that was still steaming.

"There's a habit of calling." replied Fiki.

Ardi nodded, sipping his coffee. "Eh, Akmal. You don't copy?"

Akmal shakes. "Not. satiate me"

"Ngopimah does not have to wait hungry times, it is complementary when full." cut Fiki, staring at Akmal.

"Yeah.itumah you, Ki"

Fiki grinned, yes too. "By coffee, I'm so inget." said Fiki, attracting the attention of everyone. "Okaya Mbak Agni did not agree to be a speaker later, not the coffee that we are absorbing now..."

"But?"

"Omelan Habib." replied Fiki. "His son must have been, Mr. Habib was angry with us. make no mistake, he was really just looking for our mistakes."

"That's it, the only way he can't find it because, we have to shut him up first." added another, knowing exactly the main problem in his organization.

Akmal frowned, focused on something else. Sister Agni? soon he opened his phone, looking for the banner design Kaivan sent.

"Akmal, why else would you?" tanya Ardi, who was aware of the pain in the forehead akbar increasingly visible after seeing the cellphone.

Akmal blinked, shaking. "No, no papa." Akmal smiled, looked back at the screen of his phone.he only knew if the Miss Agni he had heard from Akbar, Fiki and Ardi was the same as Agnia whose picture his parents had shown the other day.