Want a Life of Heaven

158. Sakinah

Akbar who came, smiled widely when opened by his brother. "I want to hitchhike breakfast. "clearly without question, just walk in.

"Darling.. who?" akmal asked, sounding bad. Stepping toward his wife.

"Well..there's progress, baby huh?" cibir Akbar, grinning widely.

Akmal sighed, indeed who else is visiting this morning? Of course that boy, there is no doubt about it.

"Gue wanted to hitchhike breakfast" he reported to Akmal, then turned to Agnia. "Same.. Ma'am, I'm staying at home."

"Oh okay.."

Akbar hurriedly stepped towards the kitchen, smelling the same scent that impressed Akmal earlier. After previously saving bring it to the dining table. "Wah. chicken stew. Mau dong, miss Ma'am's cooking." he exclaimed, half screaming. "I brought it to the table, yes." ucaonya again.

Akbar spryly, moving the chicken stew from the pot there to the bowl. Food business is the most sincere of him. Carry a plate, and sit at the table without being invited. Agnia chuckles to see it. "Come, Ma'am. sister-in-law.please sit down.take your own home."

Akmal grabbed onto Agnia's shoulder, the two people were still standing as Akbar had already devoured their breakfast menu. "Why come here so early?" ask Akmal flat.

Agnia looked over, surprised. "Hey.. how is that?"

Akbar defended as soon as he felt victorious, smiling widely. Did not answer and went back to eating the food that he said he missed it.

"Sit down!" agnia's Decree to Akmal. This morning he will feed two people of that age.

Akmal sighed, joined the sit. Receiving a plate of sodoran containing rice and side dishes. While Agnia offered Akbar this. If jealousy is natural, say so. It is just a wonder why Agnia and Akbar can sometimes get along and in other situations bully each other.

...

Akbar like having a new place, can be free to invite Ardi and Fiki to play in the new house Akmal and Agnia. His brain has arranged so.

"Never take the children home" said Akmal, it made Akbar turn his back in disbelief.

Akmal frowning. "Why? You think that?"

Akbar cleared his throat, either Akmal could read his mind or how. "Why can't you?"

"Whispering. Your brother is not necessarily comfortable either."

Akbar was silent for a moment, starting to flash back again how little anger Agnia each he brought his friends to spend the night at home or just gather until the night before. To then nod. "Okay. For this one, you really."

The two men walked side by side, moving from the parking lot together. There is one different thing that Akmal does not realize in his sister-in-law. Akbar seemed to be weighing something to say.

"Oiya Mal. after that advice lo, strangely not Asthma who so deket same me." explained Akbar in the end, decided to convey something that since far away he wanted to say. Akmal turned his head, to then raise his eyebrows a curious sign. "But my feelings are as lost as he is."

"meaning?"

"He's no longer attractive in my eyes" Akmal said casually.

"Relatedly? If she's with someone else, don't you have a problem?"

Akbar sighed, nodding quickly. "Remain." he answered firmly, making Akmal look to make sure. "In this way I can conclude.I am not ready to accept the burden that today you have borne" said Akbar again.

Akmal nodded, ending the session looking at Akbar's face. There was clearly no doubt on that face. "Yes, loving someone must be ready with the burden of responsibility. There are cliche sentences but they are facts.. There are two choices when it comes to love. Halal or ikhlaskan."

"Yes, and I wasn't created for it. I love playing games, hanging out, being free. As a guy I can not bind without certainty, or marry without being ready to accept dependents." said Akbar while after a long sigh, turned Akmal. "My wife's ass will."

Akmal smiled, patting Akbar on the shoulder several times. Look at this sometimes wise man now beginning to learn about responsibility, it feels appropriate for him to be amazed.

Munggahan, cucurak, whatever the language is a common meal held the day before Ramadan arrives. Agnia's family routinely held it at home. Burn fish, make chicken broths, or make a simple potluck. The origin is simple but warm the situation.

"Aren't you at home like this?" agnia asked, after seeing her husband's astonished face.

"There was. It's just normal." Akmal replied as he shifted his gaze from the scene in front towards Agnia.

"You know what, hemh? Look at it later. Everything that comes here must have come home full." said Agnia enthusiastically, Akmal to the point of smiling made.

Akmal nodded, again watching the exciting scene unfolding in front of him. While Agnia immediately joined the others, squatting against the fiery furnace, making the crowd more and more full of commotion.

"Well. step aside.." Akbar arrives, with Ardi and Fiki. The gang stays at every meal wherever it happens. Pass through the steaming smoke, with each one a large crackle in hand.

"Ohuk.."

Akmal patted Ardi on the back, his friend coughing in the wrong place also in the wrong situation. Destroying the cool scene he deliberately composed.

"Crazy."

"Gee!" Agnia ruffled her waist, sighing long. Infuriated with the three people, getting up from his squat. "Accbar! Cepet bring the groceries!"

...

True said Agnia, who came must have come home full. It's a big meal, all carrying rice up to each other's meals. While in the courtyard of the house Fauzan all gathered. There are five furnaces, each of which has a different menu.

It's like a habit every year, fun. Agnia who always felt imperfect with her days can now wholeheartedly express her happiness.

Exactly buffet, all queuing in their respective furnaces. To then eat together there until it was blown back to his home.

"Eating is full" said Agnia, at two people every year routine comes.

"Good, Sister Agni after marriage seems happier" said Fiki, turning to Akbar with a slanted smile.

Akbar instead answered glaring. "What right do you say that! Bangs*t!"

"Did?!" Ardi mediates. "Ente both joking, yeah, don't know the place!"

"She said it like that, but I should have said it.."

"But!" Fiki thaws, eager to direct a terrible bogeman on Akbar. "It's not clear Lo!"

"Tomorrow fasting, I will not look for trouble" said Akbar, raising a grin on his face.

"Yes, yes.ana hold your talk. Meaning this month's ana can be quiet."

"But tetep, Fiki lo better not pay attention to my brother lo. He has a man too."

Fiki grunting. "Lo think I'm treating your brother as what?" the spray was half screaming. "Lo crazy! Brother lo my sister too times!"

"Dam!" Ardi glares. "Not yet tomorrow, you both have broken that promise."

"And his promise tomorrow, the month of fasting. What the hell, Lo!" said Fiki who immediately embraced Akbar.

...

First Tarawih, Akmal brought Agnia taraweh in the mosque near Fauzan's house, as soon as the end of Ramadan. Walking every night under the moon and glittering lights to worship is perfection.

"Which...tomorrow what will be the same?"

"Emh.." replied Akmal, struggling with a laptop on his lap.

Agnia frowned, sitting cross-legged in front of the focused man with a bolster on her lap. There was a ruby that everywhere Akmal always carried, Agnia brought it from the nightstand. The hen plays it even though it can't.

At that moment provoked Akmal's attention, smiling at the concentration of the wife until her face was bent so. Akmal chuckles.

"What's? Ngetawain?"

Akmal closed the latop, kept it back in place. Take a cell phone and take a picture of Agnia's face for her to show. "Nih. Look at Ma'am's face."

Agnia turned a glance, to then faintly nod. "Pretty."

"Yes. It is. but here." Akmal shifted, leaning his body on the headboard, telling Agnia to sit in his arms.

Agnia according to the ruby in her hand she left it to Akmal. His eyes began to sparkle curiously when Akmal played it, until he finally did not understand at all and suddenly it was finished.

"I'm repeated?"

"No need! Dizziness next time." replied Agnia, seizing the rubik whose color was already in unison.

Akmal chuckled, paying attention to Agnia's current face. "Oiya.. Ma'am.."

"Mr?" Agnia turned her head, realizing that.

"Darling.I mean dear."

"better. I don't feel old. Reworked.."

"Darling.."

"Funny.." Agnia giggles, Akmal's nose squeaks. "What, honey?"

Akmal sighed, staring fixedly at Agnia. Ready to ask something important. "Emh.. When I knew I had trouble sleeping since Ulya's death, what was your response?"

Agnia turned to Akmal once more, to then save the rubik on the nightstand back. "There is a feeling of being bitten by an ant." Agnia explained with a small smile, forming her finger as small as possible. It's funny to remember how he was willing to be sweet even though he wasn't fully used to it. He just does not want if Akmal does not find peace or tranquility in the household with him.

"Aren't you sad?"

"No. You'll have me. Besides my bad preconceptions about you I take as the wind then, we're already tied. There's no choice but to be together, right?"

"Prejudice like?"

"You married me for being forced."

Akmal shook his head, staring at Agnia inside. "Why do you think so?"

Agnia smiled. Gently rubbing Akmal's cheeks. "But now no, because.. You love me right?" tanyakanya.

Akmal did not reply, hugging Agnia back. "Maff because it makes you think so." he said. Agnia smiled again, there was nothing but happiness in her heart. Replying warmly to the embrace, stroking Akmal's back.

Don't know anything, this journey has just begun. But Agnia only knows, what she feels is not just love. There's sakinah in it.

Unbelievable in his heart, Akmal healed every wound. Giving him a new breath in life, bringing him back to being a grateful and happy self.

"Love U.."