Want a Life of Heaven

15. Mawaddah

Mawaddah is the love that underlies marriage. So one of the three foundations that are all spoken of as a do'a. If sakinah is tranquility, Makah mawaddah is love.

Mawaddah is what every couple has, only it is not lasting. Later old old body old, mawaddah it turned into a Grace which is affection.

"Eagerness." said Agnia, smiling after Akmal took off his hand and now faced her. "His first fast."

Akmal nodded, reviewing the smile. "Hemhs.. Mama too."

New day, the first experience of fasting accompanied by a partner. The way of life is the greatest secret. It is amazing for Akmal where ramadhan and then he himself and not a little thought to get married immediately, but this ramadan he has actually been accompanied by someone who is very loved.

Don't ask about Agnia, she's just as amazed. Where ever did he think of getting married, even when the annoying and ambitious figure of Akmal came to tear apart his heart, he hated the man so much. Until finally the man he wanted to avoid was now the person he most wanted his presence.

The sun is not too high yet, the heat is sweeping. Makes perfect weather the hearts of the newlywed couple, who are still drunk in love and shaded in love.

Agnia grabbed Akmal's hand again, kissing the back of the man's hand. "Love you.." she said sweetly.

Akmal smiled a little, look at the adorable Agnia every time she said that. He is often made to forget to reply for that reason.

"Non't answer?" Agnia frowned, not yet taking her husband's hand out of her grasp. As always will charge an answer every time it gets no response.

Ow hell! It's funny, not knowing about this guy who left his wife. How can you ignore this sweet creature? A creature that looks mature on the outside but adorable when alone. Akmal chuckled, rubbing the top of Agnia's head. "Love u more.."

Agnia returned a smile, launching a hug at Akmal. "Be careful.."

"Yes." Yeah." Akmal nodded, put on his helmet to then slide off with his bike leaving the yard. And that's how Agnia was left alone, with her boss. Slowly stare while watching her husband's motorbike until it is lost from sight.

A call came, his phone vibrated from inside his pocket. Agnia then also pulled out her phone, answered the phone while standing facing the yard of her new home filled with one or two flower pots. "Hello, wa'alaikumsalam..why Mas?"

Still listening, Agnia rolled her eyes around the garden. Started to think about how should make the yard of his house is quite spacious so a beautiful garden.

"Oh!" Agnia suddenly sparkled, which Hafidz said seemed to cure her boredom. "You want to take Zain? I can relax, Mas." he said honestly.

The four-year-old boy arrived shortly, Agnia who was waiting on the porch of her house now rose and welcomed. Directly holding Zain, more enthusiastic than Zian himself.

Hafidz sighed, finally Zain wanted to be left too. Though already with his grandmother but kekeh want to come along, until the name Agnia crossed the head Hafidz. "Dad go, yeah.. Zain's."

"Yes. Just go." said Agnia, without looking at her at all. Already caught Zain into his arms. "Other times if the child is difficult to leave who does not need permission, children this age where willing to be invited to compromise." grumbled Agnia, mendelik in the end.

Hafidz just sighed, not denying at all. "All right, teacher."

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He said the first day of fasting is tiring, the stomach is not used until for some people enough to suck the spirit. Likewise for Akmal, coming home with a lethargic face. Dizziness, after struggling with his employees in the store to find new ideas ahead of the crowded holiday orders. Discussions in their making, annual market opportunities cannot be ignored just like that.

The man let out a long sigh, looking at one familiar car. It belonged to Hafidz, the problem was that they were never close from the beginning until his brother-in-law was a scary picture for him. "Assalamu'alaikum's chat.."

Agnia walked quickly down the stairs, smiling widely at Akmal who was just a step away from the doorway. "Wa'alaikumsalam.."

"Mas Hafidz's car, huh?" akmal asked, after Agnia had a brief peek at the back of her hand.

Agnia nodded. "Yes." Yeah."

"Where's the guy?"

"There, again in the kitchen. Ngerecokin I cooked him.. Emh.." replied Agnia, quickly ending her answer to ask something else. "Where is today?" tanyanya sat next to Akmal.

Akmal smiled slightly, unable to hide his tired face. "That's incredible.."

"Well.." Agnia nodded, knowing Akmal might be tired and not want to explain much. "Cape, yes. yasudah.. shower first, hemh? The warm water I'm ready for."

Akmal nodded, to then get up while stretching his body. Go up the stairs, accompanied by the gaze and help of Agnia.

Still the same, Hafidz's deadly gaze on his sister-in-law still evoked a stifling atmosphere. Agnia until she sighed, looking at Akmal who seemed to have been wrongly made. Zain, of course, sticks to Akmal, asking to be instructed how to play rubik like the other day.

"Yaudah, Zain stay here. Yea? I went home" said Agnia, after seeing Zain who could not be persuaded.

Hafidz frowned, his flat face turning intimidating. "Aren't you going to open here too?"

"No." Agnia replied quickly, briefly and decisively. "They don't bother me about it.. Mas also made my husband uncomfortable." to be honest, until Akmal spontaneously turned his head.

Hafidz snorted, amazed.. Akmal became the only man who made Agnia dare to say such ketus to him. Obviously, her sister loved her husband so much. However it was the right attitude, he praised Agnia for it. Because he does not have the right to be a third person until later to make one of them take his side while the other feels awkward, it will be very bad for their household.

"All right.." Hafidz shrugged his shoulders indifferently. "Mas is leaving but Zain is also coming, we don't want to disturb the newlyweds." she said, stressing the word 'new bride.

"Yaudah.." Agnia replied that she would not lose. "And fix it." he said again while pointing at his own face.

"What?"

"Expression. do not know how Puspa can fall in love with Mas who faces the wall."

Akmal did not budge, silently smiling. It was a rare moment, the first time he had seen his wife having a small quarrel with Hafidz. Funny, he never had a moment like this in his life.

And maybe that also makes him more mature than friends his age. He used to be alone, solve his own problems, no time to joke, until the humor in his life today ya happen after his interest in life Agnia.

The darkness of one side of Agnia, makes her fall on the other life that surrounds her first wife. The ignorant Akbar, the friendly Puspa, the innocent Zain, the maternal Khopipah, as well as the feisty Fiki and Ardi. After getting to know Agnia he knows a variety of emotions, he realized if there is someone who is more unpleasant life than him.

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Less than three hours to open, Agnia was already busy in the kitchen. Unload all contents of the refrigerator. While Akmal is heard reading the Qur'an. Sitting comfortably in the sopa facing a dead television as far as Hafidz and Zain. The afternoon was pleasant, Agnia occasionally came to Akmal to sleep on his lap while listening to his halal lover chant a beautiful sacred verse.

Only when Adhan reverberated did Akmal move from his seat. Join the dining table where Agnia still feels at home in and out of the kitchen.

Adhan is a sign of the completion of the first day of fasting which is quite tiring but meaningful this. The two men did not delay eating, for them to pray with a full stomach better than praying but their minds were bound to food.

What else Agnia has been lured into the soup of the fruit made since earlier, to where she can be hunted. For him the legitimate requirement to enjoy something is not to rush.

Akmal from where he sat with a smile, at home watching Agnia who was angrily with her fruit soup. Either serious or indeed enjoyed, but his forehead wrinkled perfectly to make his round face adorable. Always so every serious.

"Why?" Agnia raised her eyebrows, joined in with a smile realizing Akmal's gaze accompanied by her contagious shady smile. "Is something funny?"

Akmal shook his head, still smiling. "Not funny, but amazed. This year's iftar I'm with my wife."

"Yeah? How come I don't feel about it, huh?" agnia said casually, trying to say if he was not at all impressed by this change.

"That's yeah? But the smile was wide yes, from earlier did not go on, except fitting her husband in front of Mas Hafidz earlier."

"Yes, really. I'm amazed at her amazement." asserted Agnia. "So you're not like a new person to me, I don't know if I'm for you" he said again while putting on a sloppy expression.

"Darling.don't start." Akmal swung his lips, mimicking Agnia's current face.

Agnia shrugged both of her shoulders softly, smiling widely again. "Kidding.."

Silent, the two people were busy with their respective brand plates until Agnia remembered something else. "Oiya.. I just wanted you to be so anti-social" he said, spontaneously making Akmal take his eyes off the plate. "Even you've never been home, other than Mother?"

Akmal nodded. "Yes. You don't know if in Akbar's house there is an angel." he explained accompanied by a grin. "Try if you know first, have met us for a long time.."

Agnia thaws, what angel.. "But how can, yes.liquid you now, not stiff like before."

"That's it, maybe because I've met him the same time he realized yes, so his true identity is revealed" said Akmal again, still with a joke. Which once again made Agnia tickle.

"Oh. sweet turns out to be yes.." Agnia said flatly, thinly glancing at the husband. Akmal chuckled for a moment. "What dear? The dates?"

"Not the soup." replied Agnia with a smile. "Your mouth, baby.."

The warm conversation happened until the meal was over, the two people then congregated. Unite in solemn worship, with the peaceful melodious voice of Akmal.

Akmal could not explain, if the big change in him had begun since knowing Agnia. It's just that there's one unexpressed feeling every time I look at that pretty face, Agnia is an incredible blessing in her life. With the winding road he went through to confront him, Akmal had no regrets at all.