Want a Life of Heaven

165. smells of the past

"Darling. isn't papa?" ask Agnia, Akmal's arrival at home. Until he forgot to answer the greeting, heboh inspect Akmal from top to bottom.

"No papa." replied Akmal, half confused. "Why indeed?"

"Really? Akbar didn't do anything about you, did he?"

"Oh!" Akmal chuckles. Funny that brother. One asked him if he was doing anything, the other asked him if he was being told anything or not.

"Are you laughing?!" nagging Agnia, her serious face turned lame.

"Funny. You guys are funny. Make me envious."

"What's funny?"

"Yes funny. Akbar is worried about me, Ma'am is worried about me."

"It's not clear you. So what did he say?"

Akmal sat down on the sofa, followed by Agnia who still needed an explanation. "The news is why Mbak can cry as much as a semalem."

"Certainly? What do you answer?"

Akmal smiled, pinching Agnia's two cheeks. "I told you, if my pregnant wife is. her emotions are exploding like firecrackers. Sometimes bursting unstoppable, sometimes fizzling because the quality is bad."

Agnia frowned, pulling her face. "Hackings? You call me a firecracker, Hem?"

The joke was supposed to last a long time, but the vibration coming from the pants pocket stopped Akmal's intentions. "A little while.." he said while pulling out his phone. Agnia was curious, coming peeking. There's an unidentified number on Akmal's phone screen. "Who?" ask Agnia.

"I don't know, the number doesn't know." Akmal replied with a twitch, not sure if it had anything to do with the number. "I wouldn't be like a Ma'am whose memory is good even though her husband's number isn't saved."

"Ih.. You quipped me?! Still a grudge for that."

"Kidding.." Akmal chuckled, pulling the maniacal Agnia into his embrace. "Don't tense mulu ah! Her face.."

Agnia sniffed softly, to be annoyed whatever was useful. This was the most comfortable position Akmal had always given him. "Yaudah.Reply answer the phone, it will be important again."

"should?"

"Yes.." Agnia nodded, raising her gaze short. To next play the buttons of the husband's clothes, while occasionally glancing at the man who looks serious with the call.

"Who?" ask Agnia, slow down. His lips spoke.

Akmal did not answer, smiling back until he finally did not say a word to him or to someone else there until the call ended.

"Who?" repeat Agnia, rising from Akmal's embrace.

"Old victory."

"Yep?" Agnia knitted her brows. "Your people don't talk about anything.how can you know."

"And in the talk, dear." said Akmal anxiously, pinching Agnia's nose slowly. "Judek. I'm leaving for a minute, yeah, he's meeting."

"Now?"

"Yes. Just sec. Before opening time I'm back."

"Judek. Not long, but.."

"Yes.." Akmal chuckled, moving to kiss the top of Agnia's head. "Later home I'll bring some fruit soup, Hem?"

Agnia sighed, look at that rushed man. Not knowing who exactly to meet, but Agnia read something else from the face of the husband. Just when Akmal was trying to hide something from him.

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The cloud was visible again, along with the darkening sky and the wind that began to blow coldly. A rhythm with cloudiness on Akmal's face.

Agnia who waited bored at the dining table immediately ran enthusiastically to hear the roar of the motor outside, until when Akmal's face looked grim and forced to smile after seeing him. Agnia asked strangely.

"I'm old, huh?"

Agnia nodded with a bent face, to not long smile. "Where to?"

"What?"

"Say I'll bring some fruit soup.."

Agnia shaking. "No papa, I didn't ask either" said Agnia, again accompanied by a smile. In the heart began to think what and who Akmal met. Akmal's worried face was clear earlier, Agnia saw him from behind the window, just before her husband entered the house with a fine face.

"Which one are you?" agnia asked, starting to look for her husband's gap to talk.

"There was. High School's Temen."

"What's his name?"

"That's Husni."

"Emh ." Agnia nodded. "You talk a lot, yeah.."

"Yes, quite a lot."

"When you go home, you become more comfortable and more free to talk."

"Wouldn't.."

"Hemh?"

"He's busy."

"I want to dong, be known to your friends."

Akmal smiled. "There's Ripda, Ma'am, he's got me too."

"Ehh.." Agnia nodded, yes as well.

"So what's our menu open tonight?" Akmal clearly diverted the conversation, immediately embracing the wife towards the kitchen. Both the facial tone and the tone of his speech sounded forced to be fine.

...

That night, along with the heavy rain, the wind gently waved the leaves, as Akmal's eyes reluctantly closed. Even Agnia's sweet, shady face was not enough to calm her down. His heart was troubled, the meeting with his old friend went badly.

His name was Govin, and not Husni as he told Agnia. The young man was his schoolmate, a young man with a fierce temperament who always matched him.

Including about Ulya, the young man also rivaled him. And it was Ulya who brought the young man back to see him today. The old story seems to be quite imprinted in Govin's heart.

"How are you?"

Akmal was stunned for a moment, recognizing the name, he had to endure his surprised expression because there was Agnia.

"Let's meet. I want to congratulate you on the marriage and pregnancy of Lo's wife."

Akmal rose from his sleep, moving towards the lip of the bed. Wiping his face in a huff, Govin's grudge really brought him to this day. And that obviously bothered him.

"Lo hasn't changed much" Govin said with a grin. Sit with your hands folded in front of your chest.

"What's wrong? Why bother coming here? Don't you live in Jogja?"

"Lo knows how I'm doing too. Why? Be alert?"

"Don't bullshit, Govin!"

"Gue just keeps his promise. Because if it wasn't for you Ulya wouldn't.." the young man with his eyebrows and nose firmly sighed, hanging his sentence. Smiling slanted profusely, about to deflect his chatter. "Gue sincerely if he's with other people, but if other people it's the cause of his life he took me.."

"Lo is like that Ulya?" cut Akmal. "Even I can move on with my life now, even though I really liked him a lot. So let's stop."

"Omong empty! Okay. I admit we have different ways of loving. If you make love that easily forget and rise, but I think.." Govin. "The form of my love is just like Ulya is to make your life not calm."

Akmal grunting. "Lo thought Ulya would be happy with this? Do you think he'd be happy to know he's the reason for this dispute?"

"And you think Ulya would be happy to know you lupain him easily and then marry another woman?" govin asked back, for a moment it raised sadness for Akmal. Not knowing if to forget Ulya is also difficult for him.

"Do you want to?"

"Life lo. I want to ruin your life, your happiness.even your beautiful wife."

"Govin!" Akmal spontaneously stood up, pulling Govin's collar mercilessly. With a breath full of emotion. "Don't cross the line! Don't bother my wife."

"Luck it! Why am I bothering your wife? Don't get me wrong. Find my play is not that. Let's work together, because you took Ulya from me. Now I want your wife."

Deg

Bak was hit by a rock, Akmal was suddenly scared. It's not about losing Agnia to someone else's arms, because it's impossible. But Govin sounded earnestly in his ear, he was afraid that if there was a problem with Agnia. Look at Govin who was intent on finding out about him until his wedding.

Akmal sighed, anger would not be the way out. Removing her hand on Govin's collar. "Okay. Whatever it is, until you're satisfied. If you think what you are doing is really, please. I will protect myself and my wife. But if you think I'm the reason for Ulya's death, you're wrong Govin. I hope you understand that soon."

"Suckers.." Akmal clenched his hand, Govin's threat was disturbing him. Growing fear in him, Akmal looked at Agnia who was asleep. Somehow his heart was so afraid of losing Agnia, even though he knew if it was not that easy his wife's feelings switched.