Want a Life of Heaven

131. Bude Maryam

This afternoon Akmal was the star, the man who for the first time made the show in his house looked full of smiles. All immediately speculated for themselves if what Akbar said before was not just a coincidence, there was a special relationship between Akmal and KUA amateurs.

There was no need to explain or explain, but the different aura coming from the young man was already the answer. People say when someone is in love fall in love, even the gestures are different.

Akbar who escaped from Agnia's grip arrived at Akmal's house when almost all of his friends first came. After greeting the potluck, the young man immediately went into a daze looking for the most important figure. If usually going to break through the girls to find the figure, now Akbar keep the attitude, decided to look at it from afar.

Looking in silence, that is what Akbar is doing even though his heart hates it. Akbar's unusual behavior was also witnessed by Fiki who sat in a circle with others, curiosity that tickled him made his legs forward without being asked.

"Wooy!" Fiki gently nudged Akbar's shoulder, he who was staring at the distant confused increasingly frowned. He turned his gaze towards Akbar's gaze, figuring out what interesting object made Akbar so curious.

"What?"

Fiki clucked, glaring in wonder. "Kok nanya, I should ask.. Again see who is the?"

"Asma." Akbar replied honestly, no need to ask again.

"Oh.." Fiki nodded while throbbing, he should have known without having to ask. It would be foolish to ask who else Akbar had been targeting for several years. "It is circumscribed from afar, not deketin.."

"No, until he himself comes with me." said Akbar, turning to Fiki at a glance. "That's my principle now."

"Oh. So let me make it easy. I help you call.. A.hemp.."

Fiki's insensitive screams made all there simultaneously shifted their gazes at the two people, Akbar who immediately silenced Fiki's mouth with his palm immediately spread a smile.

"It's nothing, everyone continue.." said Akbar with the palm still tight in Fiki's mouth, the two people with unclear behavior managed to attract the attention of everyone.

After Akbar said so all back to his activities, just calm down. The behavior of Akbar and Fiki is so no surprise at all, their friendship is indeed strange.

Meanwhile, Fiki could only snort softly. But at the same time also have a surefire way to get Akbar's hand away from him. And it's..

"Gos.." Akbar immediately pulled back his hand, Fiki's wet tongue had just played in his palm. Disgusting, when Fiki smiled Akbar rubbed his tainted hand on Fiki's shoulder.

Fiki doesn't care, now smile win. "Do I want to call you?" tanyanya, still do not want to end the recession.

"Ni son!" Akbar glared sharply, but on the other hand also worried about the recklessness of Fiki. Could-can plananyq attract the attention of Asthma with a new trick failed just like that.

"What?" Fiki glared back, sticking out her tongue. A sign if Akbar dare to do the same thing then he is just as brave to repeat the behavior earlier.

When the duel took place, Akmal came. After sighing slowly, he now smiled as he stepped closer to the two people. "Udah.." - Lerai Akmal, patting the two men on the shoulder. Standing in the midst of separating the mortal enemy. "Don't make a fuss!" with a radiant face. "Mending get everyone in.."

Fiki and Akbar look at each other for a moment, to then part with a disgruntled Fiki still wants to disturb Akbar. Akmal himself after successfully changing the role of Ardi for a moment, moved back to his home.

The kitchen he went to, the kitchen where Bude Maryam willingly put all her valuable cooking skills for the sake of her nephew. The woman who was identical to the glasses turned her head as the edge of her eyes caught Akmal's presence, smiling and approaching for her curiosity soon after washing her hands.

"Bere's, Bude?" ask Akmal.

Bude Maryam nodded, pointing that out by sitting her butt in the chair. It had been almost an hour he was wrestling in the kitchen, now it was time to relax.

"Oiya, what would your future wife be? Not invited here?"

Uh! That question, Bude Maryam started again. Akmal reviewed a smile, shaking faintly.

"Why?"

"Wait the fuck.." Bude Maryam frowned, looking into Akmal's eyes deeply. "Mr? You said Ma'am?"

Akmal nodded, in contrast to the surprised face shown by Budenya Akmal was relaxed. Even join in sitting relaxed.

"You call your future wife that?"

Akmal relaxed his shoulders slowly, his hand moving to grab a snack in the jar on the table there.

Bude Maryam gawked, for a moment while watching Akmal bribe one by one purple yam chips into his mouth. Shocked by Akmal who looks ordinary even though glared at this, like deliberately creating astonishment in his ears.

"You call your future wife 'Mbak?" Bude Maryam repeated her question again, her hand outstretched to grab the jar in front of Akmal. Subtly told his ponakana to return her gaze

Seringai appeared on Akmal's face, in fact he slipped the word 'Mbak in front of the name Agnia. Now he was asked that question, and did not know how to explain that simple matter. "Where else, Bude. he wants to call baby, but not halal" he said later, smiling widely.

Bude Maryam was grieving, her face full of astonishment. "Don't call your future wife like that, it's a warning.."

Akmal nodded quickly, looking at his Budenya super serious face with those manyun lips. Seems not like, but it can be understood because she and her husband were two years adrift with the younger Pakde. And this fact makes the relationship between Akmal and Agnia seem to repeat this tradition, and his father and mother also married at a young age. It can be understood how Akmal does not matter with early marriage.

But even though he already knew the reason why it was so sensitive content for Bude Maryam, Akmal still wanted to ask. The jar in Bude Maryam's hand he pulled back, with a smile opening his mouth to ask. "What's wrong, Bude.. Agni is not a problem." he said. "Ah, I mean. my future wife is no problem.." ralat Akmal, immediately after getting a scary look from Bude Maryam.

"The age difference is not a problem, but you as a priest will take great responsibility. Don't forget that there is a difference between respect and respect. You call it that, as if you respect your wife. But in relationships, respecting each other is the most important thing.Keep?"

Akmal nodded, as his mouth was busy chewing. His gaze did not shift from Bude Maryam whose face folded in annoyance.

"Don't bother! Understand or not?"

"Yes, Bude.." Akmal answered softly, the sweet smile he showed in order to ease the unwarranted resentment of his Budenya.

"One more thing, although not all agree, but later as a husband, you must be a figure to be proud of, trusted, heard. Do not be a spoiled figure and throw all decisions on the wife! Discussions are important but fulfilling their respective roles as husband and wife is important. Hmm? That's what Bude means."

"Yes, I get it... Thanks for the advice."

"Sure, anytime.ask Bude whenever you need advice."

"Hulah.." Akmal for the umpteenth time nodded, smiling spoiledly at the number two woman in the top of the list who paid the most attention to him.

Bude Maryam got up from her seat, after questioning her anger decided to move again. "Udah ah, the study is pre-wedding. I don't know when we finish this nyiapin if you keep ngajak Bude talk."

"Hulah.." Akmal muttered so back, who would dare to argue Bude Maryam who looked outside only this calm. However a slanted smile suddenly rose on his face, recalling something. "But Bude.."

"Why?"

"Is Pakde that bad?"

"meaning?"

"I think all Bude's advice comes from Bude's complaints with Pakde" Akmal said with a grin.

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