Want a Life of Heaven

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Agnia's first sadness after the wedding, despite her sleep in Akmal's arms but she can not just forget the anger in her heart.

This morning Akmal looked awkward, uninspired. And I was caught looking at him full of guilt. When asked why, the answer is "No papa."

Agnia was so upset that she wanted to cry. Akmal did not know what to think so he did not want to share his problem. Doesn't being on the wedding roof mean sharing everything? So home to each other?

Agnia sighed, looking at the cloudless clear sky on the balcony of her room. Mistakes are worse than worries like this. He did not know if there was any harm in Akmal or even in him, he also did not know whether the problem would hurt him or not. Not definite. Akmal however takes the wrong stance by giving him a riddle without a clue.

Don't you know if it's worse for him?

A loud honking noise rang out, disperse the reverie of Agnia. He immediately moved from the balcony of his room. When his steps explored the stairs, Akbar entered with a chaotic face. Looks like waking up.

"I came home." he said when he saw the brother, quickly approached the soup and then threw his body there. Continuing snoring.

Yes, at least the return of the inhabitants of this spacious house to entertain Agnia. Makes him forget about Akmal's current obscurity. Agnia's smile was off when Zain came carried by Hafidz, it felt like longing to spend time with his only niece.

Agnia sat looking at Zain who was asleep next to Puspa. The two fell asleep at the same time, while Hafidz had other responsibilities until he left immediately.

The kiss he directed at Zain, very anxious. Funnily enough, his nephew actually ignored him after he married, even sticking with Akmal who was not long known.

"Agni.." The call stopped Agnia's daydream, spontaneously turning towards the half-opened door. "Yes, Mom.."

"Here baby, I want to talk to you about something."

Agnia nodded, rising from her seat after once again stroking the top of Zain's head. Tailed the mother to the balcony of their home.

Looking serious, Khopipah looked at him with his trademark smile. Agnia wondered what her mother wanted to say. A terrified ripple suddenly filled his heart, remembering how Akmal hid his problem made Agnia feel if what was being discussed at this time might be related to Akmal's silence.

"Why, Mom?" ask Agnia while sitting her butt in the chair. Facing the mother who was also sitting in the other chair.

"How's it feel?"

"Hemh?"

Khopipah reflects on the smile. "Not to be answered, it's already visible on your face. You're happy, right? Akmal is better after being known more."

Agnia lowered her head for a moment, what should it be? His mother read what was on his mind at the moment. He admitted that his mother's choice was not wrong. It feels like Agnia can handle Akmal for life, also wading through the sweet bitters of life with him. Akmal is someone he accepts wholeheartedly. And what's better than that?

"Emh. Your in-laws just called."

Here it is, Agnia can now get a bright spot. Because after being asked about his parents, Akmal's look is always changing, like something he does not want to remember while not mentioning the name.

"Begging your nanyain, about Akmal.."

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That afternoon, with the sky still bright. With an orange in the beautiful. One big decision Agnia took, her originally unsettled heart is now improving.

Akmal was surprised by Agnia sitting waiting on the lip of the bed, immediately approaching as she came out of the bathroom. Agnia was not even bothered with her bare-chested self right now, instead getting up and directing a hug at him.

"Now we go back to Mother's house?" Agnia asked enthusiastically after taking off her embrace. A moment was astonishing for Akmal because his wife acted as if nothing had happened, as if this morning there had been no awkwardness between them.

"Bak's sick?" ask Akmal, frowning. The back of his hand he stuck to Agnia's forehead. Act assured.

"Lt!" Agnia replies to a manyun, thought to be crazy or what she is currently. Akmal smiled looking at that, scrambling the top of his wife's hair that there was no wind there was no sweet sudden rain. "I'm curious, why is Ma'am always excited to go back to Mother's house?" tanyakanya.

Agnia looked up at Akmal's eyes. His hands turned around the man's nape. Creating an intimate atmosphere all of a sudden. Akmal was endlessly astonished at him, look at his wife's seductive face at this time, no panicked look that usually appeared every time they were close together.

"Because there's no one there?" agnia answered, he asked back with a grin that seemed to reinforce if he was teasing the husband.

Akmal did not flinch for a moment, frowning instead. "Continue?"

Agnia sighed, it seems that when sad or guilty her husband's brain tends to be slow. But Agnia did not give up, smiled back. "Kiss my hair.."

"Fraight." said Akmal after sipping Agnia's head for a moment. Making Agnia instantly smile happily, still staring at old Akmal. Waiting.

"Hemh?" Akmal was confused by his wife's current gaze. "What the hell?" his tan interspersed with a rarity with an expression of wonder.

Agnia clucked, removing the link of her arm. Take a step back from Akmal, put on a face that is not made up. It is regrettable, long ago asked about menstruation, but after being given a code actually pretend not to understand. "Lupain aja." I thought.

Akmal chuckled, holding Agnia's arm so as not to get further away from her. Pulling Agnia's hand back into her arms. Now his hands were around Agnia's waist, looking at her. "It's not 'the first night doesn't have to be at Mother's house, huh?" his question with his trademark shady smile, indicates that Akmal did not understand the direction of Agnia's speech from the beginning.

"You're sorry, deliberately pretending not to understand." sibir Agnia, still with her ugly face. But this time accompanied by fear, she was not serious about arousing her husband's wishes.

"I just want to see Ma'am's effort.."

Agnia is throbbing, scared but on the other hand happy. His efforts to evoke the mood of the husband was successful. Seeing Akmal like this, it's better he thinks. Akmal's mark had already returned to his original mood.

"So still want to go to Mother's house, or. want in this room?" akmal asked as he put Agnia's body together with him.

I don't know, Agnia blushed as Akmal turned aggressive towards her. His head shrank for a moment, Akmal's chest he pushed away.

"Why?" Akmal held their position, Agnia's attempt failed miserably. The man even brought his face closer until their breath swept across each other's faces. "Bak gave himself up, why did he have to back down?" he asked with a gaze fixed on Agnia's lips.

Agnia swallowed her saliva, it turned out that if she had faced this way her fear was extraordinary. But what about him who wants that too? Agnia loved the smell of mint coming out of Akmal's body at this time. Should he just give up now? Give himself up completely? Or reuse the mainstay, which is to run away? It's just that her heartbeat is now crazy, Agnia can't deny that she might be as crazy as Akmal's will over her.

Akmal's soft caress pointed at Agnia's cheek, knowing once if his wife was again attacked in panic. The caress ended up in the sharp jaw of his wife. Her smile was on her back as Agnia slowly closed her eyes, now it was apparent that Agnia had already fallen in her arms and similarly wanted more.

Cup

Agnia opened her eyes again, gnashing for a while. The kiss slid into his head. Agnia swallowed her saliva again, apparently she had been mistaken. The heat instantly spread across his face, ashamed of having been found wishing for more.

The hue was adorable in Akmal's eyes, a hug he pointed again at Agnia. With an old kiss on the top of his wife's head. "Wait for me to finish the congregation, will you?" he said accompanied by a ruckus, very anxious with the behavior of Agnia who shrunk after making it smolder.

Look at her, Agnia until she forgets what time it is. It was crazy, he who played the game and himself who fell in the game. The sky hasn't even darkened yet, heading into the night still has to wait a few more hours.

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