Want a Life of Heaven

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"Now understand why I said at Mother's house there is no one else?" todong Agnia upon Akmal's arrival from the mosque, hurriedly approached towards the room.

Akmal nodded faintly, pulling Agnia to sit next to him. Then rub the top of his wife's hair with love. "Yes, we'll move to a new house soon."

Agnia sighed, to then nod and hug Akmal. Just like it was perfect, Akmal did not want to take off his embrace from Agnia. His heart was calm, like finding a home that he had been looking for so long.

Funny how their relationship happened, the matchmaking that originally sounded ridiculous did not know why it was interesting to want to say yes. Until the figure of Agnia turned out to be more attractive and indeed made her fall back in love after a long time.

"Don't you know her husband is still a college kid?" akmal asked suddenly, stumbling after daydreaming at the beginning of their meeting.

Agnia throttled unbeknownst to Akmal, asked back without turning her head. "Aren't you papa his wife is old?"

"I'm also old, Ma'am." said Akmal, immediately chuckling. Funny in his ears.

"Yes, don't discuss it" said Agnia full of warnings, honestly regretting if reminded of their age difference. It's just that Akmal is not good enough to understand the tone of his wife's current speech, just back to ask the question that Agnia actually avoided.

"Do you know why the dowry I gave you was forty-seven grams?"

Agnia snorted, spontaneously taking off her embrace. They also came to this topic. "That's our age combination, right?" tanyanya flat.

"Yes." Akmal replied casually, unconsciously the answer was thrown flatly.

Agnia. "No, really. You know what our age difference is!"

Akmal scratched his nape did not itch, wrong again he asked that.

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Breakfast with Agnia's family may be the last time, because Agnia for the umpteenth time asked to go home to Akmal's parents.

"We go back to Mother's house again, yes." said Agnia as Akmal was preparing, asking while sitting at the dressing table facing Akmal who went back and forth. "I'll go there first."

"Wait for me to go home first?"

"Yes you went home there. Mother called me about it."

Akmal thins thinly, pinches Agnia's nose slowly. "Oh. Mother's favorite daughter-in-law."

Agnia smiled, not denying at all. His eyes showed confession. How else, he was his only son-in-law.

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Beloved daughter-in-law? Agnia was so confident about it that she answered confidently. And that is evidenced by Retno's happy smile when welcoming him.

A commotion was taking place at the Sidiq residence, a group of mothers who were somehow taking care of what, some papers were scattered on the table. As the greeting was read, Retno immediately greeted and introduced Agnia with pride.

"Oiya, baby. Come with Mommy for a minute."

Agnia according, tailing. Ended his warm introductory session. Agnia was thrilled to be in that new environment.

"Mother just want mastiin if you no longer lie, answer honestly do you know about the event or just know?" retno asked after leaving the noise of his fellow students.

For a moment Agnia was amazed by the sharpness of Retno's feelings in ensuring the truth of her words, clearly appreciating her feelings. Agnia smiled. "I know Bun. I know who Ulya is, I know how unfortunately Akmal is the mother of the late Ulya. I don't mind that, so.. Mother need not worry."

Retno momentarily looked at Agnia salute, gently rubbing her daughter-in-law's shoulder. Nodding and smiling with pride. "Thank you, yeah.. Mommy's happy because Akmal's wife is you."

Agnia nodded, touching the back of Retno's hand on her shoulder. What else does he want? How could something as small as the past that could not possibly return make him sad. And it feels too much if he says disappointed in Akmal's attitude. After all, the man had loved someone, until finally loved everything about someone. And what's wrong with having a baby left when someone's gone?

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Everything had improved, Sidiq's originally unpleasant gaze regained its calm. Akmal was relieved, his wife managed to melt back the atmosphere.

Akmal's shady smile was on his back, when he found his beautiful creature was wrestling with a pot in the kitchen. The calm face he missed, sweet and petite fit perfectly in his hand.

"Ngapain there?" agnia asked, looking straight at the door as he walked towards the refrigerator.

Akmal smiled back, who had been leaning on the doorway was now moving closer. "What cooking?" he asked, ignoring the rhetorical question of the wife.

"Sup ribs, which I brought from my mother's house. Wanna trybain?"

"No, no need to try. My wife's cuisine must be the best." Akmal said, hugging Agnia from behind.

"Hey. off! There will be Mommy here, shame ah.." said Agnia fiercely, for this one she was quite traumatized. It is not appropriate to be in a friendly scene as soon as seen by others.

Akmal, according to him, take it easy. He also does not like to talk. Others only need to look carefully at a household, the disgrace of each must be hidden, but not with romance. It was quite a secret between the two people who lived it.

The man turned to lean his butt against the stove table, directly facing Agnia.

"Where's the lecture?" agnia asked, turning softly back after having had a scary time like a hen afraid of losing her child.

"Nice."

"Why?"

"But! That's the result if it's still leaked already raving marriage."

"Babies?" Akmal knitted his brows. "But don't Mbak himself like Bocil?"

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A bowl of steaming rib soup presented, Akmal scooped voraciously. Accompanied by the intense gaze of Agnia who is not sincere if the cuisine is not spent.

"Nake?"

Akmal nodded quickly. No lie, his wife's pasakan is not in doubt. "Wanna try? I'm bribe."

"No." refused Agnia quickly, rewinding her face. Put on an expression of dislike.

"Lho. same own cooking. Open his mouth try."

"What I don't want. Cute." said Agnia, still with an unpleasant expression. Which then provoked Akmal's special attention. "What Which? A runny? You are not pregnant.."

"Ih" Agnia glared, cook yes pregnancy happened one night. Even though it is possible for Allah, but the efforts and processes of man always proceed accordingly.

Akmal grin wide. "Kidding, baby. but aamiin huh? Want to have a child with me?"

"Lt!" Agnia glared again, looking at the husband's anxiety. "Who do you think I want to have a child from? Hmm? It's really true."

Akmal gave a smile, got up from his seat and walked in a circle towards Agnia's chair. Hugged Agnia for a moment, to then return to her seat. "Well, aren't you angry, right? Sorry."

Agnia sighed, for the sake of that sweet behavior she would not continue her frustration. "Yaudah. continue to eat."

Truly waiting until Akmal finished with his meal, Agnia never left. Only after finishing tidying the former husband's meal, returned to their room.

Akmal was about to go to the bathroom, already bare-chested. Grabbing towel. Until Agnia went into the room with a curious face. "Darling.."

"Hemh?"

"I've been curious about this for a long time." Agnia looked at Akmal seriously, sitting on the lip of the bed facing Akmal who was carelessly stepping into the bathroom. "You don't teach njai.. Uh.."

"Oh! Mr Basit? He's decided to quit, maybe find another teacher."

Agnia's face turned concerned, there were two opposites in her heart. Shut up for a while. "Because of me?"

"Maybe.." Akmal sniffed slowly, approached and sat down next to Agnia. "Obviously he doesn't feel good about you, or maybe he's embarrassed."

I don't know.. Agnia feels good or vice versa. One side feels wrong if until he becomes the cause of someone no longer learning to teach. But one side can not deny if he is relieved. Meeting Basit was one of the things he was wary of in this house.

"Why?" akmal asked, bringing Agnia back from her daydream.

Agnia gave her lips for a moment, staring in concern. "Well, my dad?"

Akmal smiled, understanding his wife's current heart. "Can not pay anymore the same I do not mean he does not pay anymore. There are still many people who can be asked for help, and for now our feelings are important. Mr. Basit knows it's not easy for Mbak to see him again."

Agnia did not flinch, staring back at the old.

Akmal chuckles. "You don't, Ma'am. Mr. Basit is taking his son's nawarin with me."

"Well?!" Agnia was a little surprised. "Giska?"

"I don't know, I don't know. I've met you once."

"Keep you want?"

"Hey.I was pleading with someone else at the time." said Akmal, pinching Agnia's nose.

"No, not yet, will you?"

"Where is it.."

"Ih.."

"Well, what am I? If you like this one to keep bidding on that one would like to? Hmm? What do you think my heart is?"

"Who knows.."

"No, my future wife at that time was perfect. Especially the future favorite daughter-in-law of Mother. Can what I am?"

"Oh.. That means you don't want to be with Giska? Huh uh?!" Agnia flocked Akmal with unwarranted annoyance, pinching the stomach several times until the man collapsed backwards. Agnia did not want to end it, continued to pinch her husband's stomach while nagging.

Chequek.

"Ah. sorry. Mother.. forget.. you guys. Why don't you lock the door? Still this afternoon, why are you.." Retno turned her body, but she was unceasingly talking.

Look at the position of the two people, Akmal was lying bare-chested. As for Agnia on top of him, who doesn't mind seeing that?

Repeatedly, Agnia complained inwardly. Rise from Akmal's body with a surprised face, nothing happened already panic especially if caught like when caught by Yesa the other day.

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