Want a Life of Heaven

135. blessing fighter?

A perfect week, at least that's how Hafidz feels right now. The father of one child was enjoying his time lazing on the bed, after a long time full of busyness finally able to relax accompanied by his son and his wife who was always busy.

Puspa sat on the lip of the bed with a tired face, trying to change Zain's clothes without having to chase the active boy. Not without reason Puspa's face has folded so early, the article Zain can not be silent and instead deliberately repeated his mistake when given a warning.

Helaan heard, puspa turned to the husband with a glaring look. Needless to say how irritated and tired she was, handling two men while she was the only woman in the house was quite emotionally draining.

Since returning from the hospital last night, Puspa could not avoid being held at the helm by his duties as a wife as well as a mother.

For the sake of the tired look of Puspa, Hafidz who was carrying an arm immediately understood. Get Zain out of his sleeping position. "Zain. Don't run! What mom said! Put on clothes first, play again" he said.

Like magic, Zain who had not heard what his mother said now approached the mother without having to be called twice. With a sinless face facing his mother who was exasperated beyond measure.

Puspa did not speak, after putting clothes on Zain he immediately moved from his seat. Don't question why, she's irritated by her routine as the only woman in the house.

If there is usually Sri who helps in all conditions, some days Puspa must be ready to do everything himself. At least until Sri returned and lightened the burden of her domestic work.

Seeing his wife pass him by, Hafidz got up and went tailing. Letting Zain who after dressing kengkao continue cross-legged on the carpet while looking up at the television without being distracted.

Still at seven in the morning, Puspa who had not had time to go to the kitchen to make breakfast now rushed. In his head has been arranged some simple menu that he will make, in order to shorten the time when his stomach was barking.

Puspa picked up a few loaves of bread upon his arrival at the dinner table, approaching the stove with the pot in his hand. The toast had already filled his shadow, a simple menu that Zain would have liked.

Not yet her arm lit the stove, Ahnia was startled as Hafidz's hands without permission coiled around her stomach. Plus Hafidz's face fell on his head covered with hijab.

Instead of being happy with the sweet behavior, Puspa just sighed. "Bag.."

"Hemh?" Hafidz shook his head, without raising his face. At home sipping the scent of perfume from the wife's body, a fresh scent of a new bath filled her nose.

"I want to cook." said Puspa softly.

"Please.."

"Bag.." Puspa again called Hafidz who never let go of his embrace. "Where do I want to move, if you're like this?" he complained while patting the back of Hafidz's hand which perched unsopa in the belly of his queen.

"In a moment." said Hafidz, negotiating with the intention of not wanting to lift his head and take off his arms from his wife just like that.

Puspa finally sighed softly, there was no choice for her but to let her husband do as he pleased. Ever since he woke up, he had not noticed Hafidz. The hunt is made dizzy by Zain and ends up irritated.

Just then the sound of the roar of the car was heard, no need to ask Hafidz to immediately raise his head. With his hands on his wife's stomach. "You have a promise to someone?" tanyakanya.

Puspa. "I thought you were.."

"No.." Hafidz shook his head back, from his gaze looking very confused. "Let me see." she said later, forced to take off her warm embrace.

Hafidz walked quickly towards the door, curiosity tickled him. It's just that the glass-dominated room already displays who the guests who come so early.

For a moment Hafidz scrunched his forehead, standing on the spot guessing who got off the silver SUV out there.

Hafidz's face turned flat as the owner of the car came down, never expecting to see someone approaching in his house.

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"Bak Agni don't want me to stop because I'm not comfortable with me?" Akmal asked so disappointedly, not without reason. From what he had seen before, Agnia seemed uncomfortable nearby.

[It's not like that, but there are other things you better do.].

Akmal sighed softly, predictably if Agnia sounded like she would give an excuse. "What?" tanyakanya.

[You still have to ask for the blessing of one more person.] Great-granddaughter Agnia, sounded hesitant. [For our relationship] he added, half whispering.

The last sentence that Agnia added managed to make Akmal smile back, the embarrassment of Agnia sounding sweet in her ears. The sense of disappointment that had struck his heart disappeared instantly, while the feeling of happiness that erupted made him speechless. "Who?"

[There, anyway.this person is for me special. so better do your best.].

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Akmal came with a unanimous determination, wanting to convince Hafidz if he was the right person for Agnia. He will not marry to make his brother suffer. After finding out if the person was Hafidz, Akmal racked his brain to find a way to soften the heart of his future sister-in-law.

As predicted, Hafidz came out with a flat gaze, exactly every time they met. Akmal smiled as usual, will not be daunted despite the welcome he got like that.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Ma'am.."

"Wa'alaikumsalam.." Hafidz stood in the doorway with his hands folded in front of his chest, his eyes looking for a moment

"Who told you to come here?"

The question was very unfriendly, it was fitting that Akbar warned him many times when he told him he would go to his eldest brother's house.

"Agnia?"

Akmal quickly shook his head, smiling. "It's my will, Mas.."

"Yeah? Sounds of a lie." - Hafidz. "Yas, please come in.." he said, still welcome even though his face does not show a good welcome.

"Mas.. who?" Puspa came, had washed his hands and was drying his hands with a tissue. Out of curiosity, approaching to make sure for yourself.

Hafidz did not answer, only shifted to the answer. It shows the young man walking right behind him.

"Lho.. Akmals?" Puspa shrieked softly upon seeing the young man, not expecting to see Akmal in his home. His face was instantaneous, nothing seemed to be made up. It could not be separated from the attention of Hafidz who spontaneously throttled to realize the glint of pleasure in the eyes of his wife.

Akmal smiled, fond of seeing his future sister-in-law. Puspa can be likened to the sun while Hafidz is cloudy, the aura is different. "Hello, Ma'am." his greeting.

The view of Puspa falls on the parcel that Akmal brought. "What is it.." he asked with an enthusiastic face.

"Ah, yes Ma'am.this is from Mommy." said Akmal, almost forgotten. "For Zain."

"Even though do not bother." said Puspa, pleasantries. Which even though his hand had been stretched out just grabbed the parcel from Akmal's hand. "But thank you, yeah.."

Hafidz's eyebrows are linked, from here his wife's face somehow turns bright. Contrast when he refused his embrace earlier, if this he became increasingly dislike of Akmal.

"Because you happened to be here, we had breakfast together.. Ma'am cook first, you get along with Mas Hafidz. Okay?"

Akmal nodded without hesitation, agreeing. In this way Puspa seemed to support the hope of Akmal's heart, smooth out his goal. Hafidz hopes with this that he will soften and give full support to the relationship of Akmal and Agnia.

As Akmal nodded and smiled, Hafidz was the only one who was uninspired with his flat expression. Do not like the idea, do not think to be close or get along as Puspa said.