Want a Life of Heaven

16

Let's bet, if there's no him.

You must like me.

Yes, he.

the ideal type.

♡♡♡

"Bye.. Zayn!"

Agnia waved, smilingly staring at the car coming out of her yard. The smile faded as Hafidz's car drifted away and disappeared, turning out of the housing complex.

Breathing out of his mouth, Zain's return means himself again. Nothing could distract him like Zain did these two days.

A parked motorbike that has not been touched by its owner at eight o'clock makes Agnia to instantly frown. Before long, go straight into the house. Looking for the owner of the iron horse.

At breakfast, Akbar seemed unfriendly. Started a little bickering with Hafidz just because Hafidz as the oldest brother and his arch enemy idly commenting on the portion of Akbar rice which he said like the portion of porters.

Akbar obviously ignited, but there was not much debate because there was their father at the breakfast session. Quickly Akbar finished his meal with an annoyed face, then left without speaking. Making Agnia, and Khopipah look at each other. Also Puspa who immediately elbowed her husband slowly.

Hafidz sniffed at that moment, not caring. He was just kidding.

Agnia rushes to look for Akbar, but the Tv Volume that is heard from the living room attracts Agnia, there turns out to be someone she is looking for. Previously Agnia thought Akbar had left for the campus as early as possible as usual, but today it was the opposite. Making the question appear in Agnia's mind.

"Dee! Volume chilliness!" pinta Agnia, approach towards Akbar.

Akbar turned his lazy head towards the sound, reluctant to move his body that was leaning comfortably on the sopa.

"Please dong, Ma'am. No nyampe." said Akbar, sticking his long hand on the remote on the table that was clearly far from his reach.

Agnia snorted, that was her sister. Not wanting to wait for a miracle, Agnia took her own remote and shrunk the volume of the TV. If you have to nag and argue then one day will not be enough to contain the tension between the two..

"I don't think you're leaving right away."

"No, again M."

"Pake was angry anyway, the same face of your shirt was exactly earlier."

Akbar lowered his eyes, looking at the bright red shirt he was wearing.

"You are also. strange, tumben do not bersedeweng same Mas Hafidz." said Agnia again, really surprised by Akbar's unusual behavior. Note: beredeweng means to insist.

"For M, mbak." repeated Akbar, with eyes not switched from TV.

Agnia raised her eyebrows. "M'S?" Sealing on the back of the sopa. "Males?"

"Mens!" akbar replied firmly. Then he dipped his eyes. "Pake it, again."

"Kidding." Agnia smiled, returning the sharp gaze of her only sister with a wide grin. "Smile dong.."

"Not funny, Ma'am. Lose funny as Prettynya Aki."

"Astaghfirullah's.." Agnia gawking, Prety is the goat belonging to their grandfather in Tasikmalaya. "You want to be the same mbe?"

"Emang why? His name is deketan. Mommy and mbe."

"Ish.. whatever!" that is the ultimate answer Agnia if angry, resigned, relented, or cornered. This time he was lazy, manyunm

"Diamond, he."

Just then, when the debate did not contain it happened Khopipah came with a basket of clothes that had just been washed ready to be dried.

"Just kidding, you guys."

"Babies, Mom."

"Lied, Mom. Miss Agni tuh.."

Khopipah smiled at the manner of his two children. "Just like that." But Akbar tumben hasn't left yet?"

"For M, Mom. He said.." replied Agnia.

"M'S?" Khopipah. "Mens?" ask her with a serious face, raking in Agnia's little laugh.

"Mother.." Akbar spontaneously put on a face of weld. It is true that her mother.

"No, kidding." Khopipah smiled, which in fact he had heard the chatter of these two brothers since earlier.

"Zinc?"

Agnia nodded. "That's so sweet, thank you."

"Udah ah, be kidding me how it works.." Khopipah interceded, preventing Akbar from throwing pillows at Agnia. "Mom has a duty. Akbar please dry clothes, Agnia come with mom! somebody wants an obrolin's mom."

"It's a joke too, ma'am?" tanya Akbar pretended to be plain. Makes Khopipah laugh.

"No. This one's serious."

"Okey."

The surprise was brought when Agnia returned after fulfilling her mother's request. Long enough the chat lasted until if Akbar really intended to dry clothes, everything would have been finished.

But a nod is just a nod, a basket of clothes still has not moved under the hot sun that began to feel.

Agnia gawking, waist-tracking. Most annoyingly, Akbar did not flinch from focusing on the TV.

Agnia was also more astonished, because the spectacle that Akbar saw was a cartoon that Zain used to watch. Complete already astonished Agnia on her sister, but again do not want to wait for a miracle. He chose to take a basket of clothes out to the backyard. If Akbar is unreliable, let him make a move himself. Think Agnia.

Akbar's smile appeared occasionally, still focusing on the cartoon that locked his attention not knowing if Agnia was representing her duties.

Nothing to divert, Akbar only realized after the commercial break appeared, he again remembered his mother's orders. Rise up to fulfill his duty.

"Well?!" Akbar scratched his nape did not itch, looking into the whole room.the clothes he was about to sunburn disappeared.

That morning, Agnia who had finished her bath and was tidy returned to her large room. Climbing the stairs with certainty, opening the door of his room without hesitation.

Agnia again opened the door to the balcony, sighing slowly. After a long time he again felt the breeze on the balcony of his old room. There was a definite change in him, this atmosphere no longer made him sad.

When Khopipah asked, there was nothing he could say more to answer. This time he was forced to accept his mother's verdict, about a mate. After all, the Adi he chose wholeheartedly ended up leaving a wound in his life, and what about the man he did not like?

"Mom likes Akmal" said Khopipah as he peeled an apple with a knife. Sit opposite Agnia at the dining table.

Agnia listened, since I had thought this would be the topic of conversation. Agnia could only bow, unable to refute even though she did not want to discuss this matter.

"He's kind, achievers, his son is good, the message is clear. I think he's the best partner for you. What do you think?" khopipah asked, looking at Agnia who refused to meet.

"I. I think he's too young for me, Mom." replied Agnia, hesitating.

"It's just numbers." cut Khopipah. "From what you see, she's ready to get married."

"But marriage isn't quite ready, is it, Mom? He's still in college. I saw his friends Akbar as a sister, I can't think of more than that."

Khopipah. Seemed dissatisfied with his daughter's answer. "It's back with you, but remember mom's message. If Akmal proposes to you, you can't refuse him unless you have a reason to refuse."

The ringing of the phone disperse the daydream of Agnia, a contact named Silmi appears on her phone screen.

"Hello. yes. I'm leaving now.."

***

Secuil story of the disappearance of clothes that became the task of the morning and was not carried out was easily forgotten by Akbar. Not curious about who had stolen his duty, it was a common event for him.

It's not his fault, women are always in a hurry. Not relaxing, can not wait until the activity to watch it is finished, thought Akbar.

Akbar deliberately went to campus more noon than usual, not wanting to meet and talk with his friends.from his face alone, just, since this morning everyone could tell he was not being able to negotiate. Especially meeting Akmal, do not expect him to be ordinary.

At this point, Akbar felt Akmal was inappropriate for his only sister. Agnia was too precious for Akbar, to be unable to accept someone like Akmal being paired with her.

Many things that became Akbar's complaint, until Akbar unconsciously daydreamed in his chair. Classes had just finished, one by one the students of the faculty of social science and political science were rising from their seats. Akbar raised his back uninspired, improving his sitting position.

"Accadio.."

"Yes..?"

Asma frowned, he who was sitting in front of Akbar turned to ask.

"Is there a problem?"

Akbar shook his head. "Emang why?"

Asthma smiled, showing her row of neat teeth. "It's just, not usually you. diem."

If not being upset, Akbar must have been excited thanks to the smile and Asthma questions. But Asthma's sweet questions and smiles alone were not enough to comfort her at this moment.

With his current uneasiness, Akbar became unconscious that Asthma was friendlier than usual. One thing that became the focus of Akbar, did not want to meet Akmal.