Want a Life of Heaven

125. The fate of Akbar

Back at the bustle of the bachelors, after all finished with their class Ardi and gathered all his organizational friends. After a major incident in his suspension Akbar the other day, they did not have time to conduct a study. And today is a good time for that.

In the campus mosque they choose one corner to gather and carry out their routine activities. Accompanied by the only lecturer who is pro against the MBI organization, his name is Bu Sintia. Chemistry faculty lecturers whose background during the study used to live in pesantren.

When the heat of the problem yesterday, it's a pity that Miss Sintia is not in. An important seminar held in Singapore made it impossible to do much and chose to leave. And fortunately, when the problem returned it turned out to be finished by itself, that's what attracted his attention now.

The middle-aged woman was now sitting in the courtyard of the mosque with several girls, waiting for the children to gather while listening to the explanation that Qori had voiced. Ardi and Fiki had just joined, followed by Akbar who was still a few steps behind.

"It's.." Ms. Sintia saw the arrival of the three people, quickly realizing Akmal's lack there. "One more. Where's Akmal?" tanyakanya.

"Ehh.." Fiki shrugged his shoulders, then set his eyes on Akbar who had just arrived and stood between Fiki and Ardi. The question was thrown at Akbar by itself.

"What?" Akbar raised his eyebrows, not knowing why all the eyes were now pointing at him.

"Where's the alarm?" Fiki who now asked, repeated the same sentence from Bu Sintia.

"Kok nanya I.." protested Akbar with a thin delicacy towards Fiki, a little kagok because of the presence of Bu Sintia.

"That's Miss Sintia.."

"Oh.." Akbar turned his gaze to Bu Sintia, smiling. Then shake. "Do not know, Mom. I think he went straight home. Or maybe there's no class today."

"Don't say anything to you?" ask Fiki again, who was returned delikan by Akbar.

"I didn't see him, he.."

"Yeah? Didn't you go to his house this morning?

"Indeed, but not on campus." replied Akbar kekeuh, and it was honest. Where does Akmal go.

"Look, dong!"

"Lo is relaxed! I relaxed too."

Starting again, they extend that unimportant debate. Ardi, as usual, tried to mediate, stood in the middle of the two men.

"That's you nyolot! I just nanya Akmal, too.." The debate is still ongoing, after being blocked by Fiki even deliberately shifted back to debate Akbar while satirizing.

"Lo ngeyel, anyway! It's Akmal mulu, it's me Khodamnya." sidelines Akbar, do not accept. "Ke KUA at most he mah.."

"Well?!" all who had not paid attention to the debate Fiki and Akbar, now spontaneously looked in the same direction.

"meaning?" Ms. Sintia frowned, staring curiously. So is a group of bachelors and girls there, curious because they have heard such news once.

And Akbar could only smile clumsily, his spontaneous remarks bringing himself to a confused situation to explain. What right?

In all those question marks, there was one person who was the most grieving of all. Asthma became uncomfortable, her face clearly turned moody. Of course he knew what Akbar meant, it was no ordinary joke coming out of his mouth. That may be true, as a sign that he has no hope of having Akmal's heart.

"Emh.. Mom, are we starting now?" Ardi immediately melted the ice that occurred, shifting the topic. At this time everyone was waiting for an explanation while Akbar did not speak. "Everything's collected like that."

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The study, led by Ardi, also filled by Bu Sintia ended less than an hour later. Long enough for them to hear the tausiyah was also a question and answer session, and glad not only they but some students who were not part of them also enlivened. Join and listen with service.

Akbar was more in a hurry than usual, a moment out of the mosque immediately ran away leaving Fiki as well as Ardi. Since there was a distraction in the mosque, Asma's gloomy face made him want to meet the girl.

Qori immediately understood, when he saw the presence of Akbar immediately initiated permission to go home first to his best friend Asma. It felt like he had to let Asma and Akbar both. From the look on Asma's face, there was something he wanted to convey to Akbar. Especially after what happened between them after the incident in the suspension, they were never seen talking.

A thin smile was on Akbar, happy because Asthma did not try to avoid it as it had been before. They are now walking side by side down the corridor to the main gate of the campus.

"Emh.. Akbar, I have something to ask." Asma opened the chat after being shrouded in silence between the two, although she was hesitant but decided to keep asking. This was probably his last chance to hear directly from Akbar, and his last chance was to explain his heart to this young man.

What questions? Akbar was curious, and the sight of Asma who had lowered her head made Akbar prejudiced if it was not about something pleasant.

"It's a little impolite but I think it's important to ask." Asma turned to the side at a glance, not to look at Akbar's face and dropped his gaze back on the floor they stepped on.

"Say, not papa.." Akbar was already heartened when he said so, do not know why if he felt this tangkutan with Akmal. Because since the wrong incident he said just now, the expression of Asthma in his eyes clearly changed.

Asma poked her lips for a moment, to then stop her steps and followed Akbar. The girl looked up, trying to look at Akbar who was much taller than her.

"Do you like me?"

Degs.. Akbar spontaneously rounded his eyes, returning Asthma's gaze. "Hemh?"

"ah! Forget it.." that second Asma also wanted to cancel her question, hoping if Akbar did not hear the question earlier. After saying so Asma then smiled thinly and then stepped his feet, about to leave Akbar who is now even sculpting.

"Wait For Asthma.." Akbar immediately took a step, unwilling to pass the opportunity to express his feelings. Asthma's shocking question momentarily embarrassed her and was caught off guard, but one side felt it was untrue to deny. "I said yes. What's your response?"

Asma sighed, who had been snuffed out, now returned to face Akbar. "I like Akmal." to be honest.

"Hemh?" Akbar frowned, in disbelief and did not anticipate Asma saying so. He did not understand, what the purpose of the girl in front of him asked so for then would deliberately break his heart. "But.."

"Yes, Akmal same Sister Agni. I know that, but that doesn't mean I want to be burdened by other people's feelings." - Asma.

"So my feelings are weighing on you? But since when do you know about that?"

Asthma shakes. "It is precisely I who fear that you are burdened with my feelings." he explained. "I didn't believe what Qori said at first, but if it's true, you better not expect me."

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Agnia had just returned from the mosque, still wearing her face when she returned from the mosque. To Akbar's surprise came first, already sitting on the sofa lazily. Predictably the young man went straight back home after the final dung closed the greeting. Unlike some of the people who wait until reading the letter, guaranteeing some do'a recited by the priest.

Intentions to scold Akbar, but void because his sister actually looks moody. Instead of being angry, Agnia who saw him was astonished. He sat down next to his sister. "Why?" tanyanya, which was directly obtained by Akbar.

"Aah!" Akbar let out a tired sigh after being asked so, turning his eyes back to the television screen.

"Why?" reset Agnia. "Sok see the TV, when the TV is dead."

Akbar sighed deeply, looking lazy. "Sir. I was rejected before even revealing." she said limply.

Agnia chuckles, while her sister reminds her of when she rejected Akmal. The same thing Akmal felt at the time. Because of her fear and her inadequacy, Agnia once told Akmal to give up.

"I'm serious!" bully Akbar, cut off Agnia's smile and daydream. He even lifted his back, very anxious with his brother who was impressed to underestimate his feelings by smiling at this time.

"Patience.. Ma'am just suddenly inget others, look at you like this. Not to worry about you.."

"ah! If you don't want to help, let your mom go!"

"Gini, deh. want Ma'am tips?" bargain Agnia, which was immediately reciprocated by Akbar.

"Hemh?"

"Ask Akmal, he knows better how to conquer a woman's heart."

Akbar sneered at the stupid tips from that one-of-a-kind sister. "ah! It's even worse, Ma'am who must know is. if the cause I was rejected it was precisely because of him." he explained. "Title FTV, gini.. My rival is my sister-in-law's candidate."

"But!" Agnia did not like to hear Akbar's words, just amused in his ear. Do not like it too, why should Akmal be Akbar's rival when soon will be her husband?

"But Ma'am did not see the time you were really disappointed, Mbak think you do not really like Asthma" said Agnia later, revealing what she saw.

"Where are you from?"

"I don't think so."

"Sok knows! Mbak where can see the feelings of others, if you can never be fooled by the two people." ridiculed Akbar, has returned to leaning his back on the cushioned sofa.

"Gee! By the way." Agnia gave a sharp rebuke, even though it was a fact but she dared to bring up her mistake. "Udah, do not be confused. if the soul mate will not go where. Now if you want to listen to the advice of Mbak sok. gratefully, it does not matter."

Agnia passed after saying so, leaving Akbar who was now thinking. Should you go and ask Akmal?