Want a Life of Heaven

166. Govins

A warm embrace excited Akmal. Agnia hugged him from behind. Making his hand that was originally clenched now loosened until it changed to stroke the soft back of the hand that was coiled on his stomach. Not knowing since when Agnia woke up, she did not hear any movement on the bed.

Hearing a sigh, Agnia placed her head on one of Akmal's shoulders. With his other hand, he patted Akmal on the shoulder. Bak knows if it can calm down a turbulent Akmal a little. Although Agnia did not know, what was the cause of the turbulent heart of the husband.

For a moment, Akmal let Agnia's touch calm him down. Until not long ago, he took off the hug and turned his body on the wife. Agnia's shady face was now smiling at him. "Can't sleep anymore?" ask the woman who was pregnant with her child, which she only replied with a faint smile.

They are still learning to recognize each other and themselves in this household. Everything is different after marriage, to look at something not only according to yourself but must pay attention to the viewpoint of the couple. And for now, Agnia who was in her smile kept a big question, was reluctant to ask. For what she did not know about Akmal's feelings, she was ready to wait until her husband would tell her his own grievances.

"I'm a kelonin" said Agnia, after no reply from Akmal. Lead the man back to his pillow. Akmal chuckled as Agnia tilted her body towards him while propping her head up in a groan, exactly a mother who was breastfeeding her child. It seems that Agnia was serious about the word 'kelonin that she spoke.

"Why laugh?!" agnia asked anxiously, weaving Akmal's lips with his hand.

"Celonins?" akmal asked with the rest of the smile on his face, turning to tilt his body and imitating Agnia's pose until they faced each other.

Agnia nodded, smiling from such a close distance. A brief peek at Akmal's forehead, then down to the two red lips before him. For then his behavior made himself blush, now poking at his lips.

The hue was obvious, Akmal smiled wryly. From any angle his wife looks perfect. And that hue adds to the beautiful sweet face of Agnia, how could she turn away. And. how not if Govin's after his wife.

"What?! Don't look at me.." Agnia bent her face, uncomfortable with Akmal's current gaze. The deadly gaze seemed ready to pounce on him at any moment.

Akmal held back Agnia's face, making it not move away and not hide from her sight. Not tired of giving a look that makes his wife uncomfortable. "Say people.if you have a beautiful wife, the biggest cause can not sleep. I just found out it's real.."

Agnia chills, unaffected by Akmal's thin praise. Adorable, but he still has to hold the price, that's the principle. "Sleep, baby..sleep! Don't bullshit much."

"Omong empty? But it's a compliment, my dear wife." Akmal said. "Don't like me saying beautiful?"

"Su. likes. But.." Agnia scratched her nape not itchy. Baffled. If he says no he's afraid Akmal will not be sweet anymore, but if he says yes, he will be bullied like this.

"But what?" Akmal brought her face closer, cornered Agnia to lie under her cage. Agnia's face did not panic as usual, but was busy thinking. It tickled Akmal, adorable, married a woman who is three years older than him this gives an extraordinary impression. Agnia can be thoughtful, can be spoiled, can also be adorable as it is today. It depends on the situation that really perfects their relationship.

"Ehh.." Agnia ended the twitching on her forehead, looking back at Akmal. "Darling.."

"Hemh?" Akmal stroked Agnia's hair, staring at her wife's eyes at a glance to refocus on playing Agnia's hair.

"The statement that you think is a compliment makes me curious.."

"meaning?"

"Yes.I wonder if you prefer my face, or my heart?"

Surprising question, Akmal again chuckled. "Emh.. heart or face? I like everything. But.. prefer your dad!"

"Darling.." Agnia glared full of warnings, pinching Akmal's stomach. Making the man fall back to the side of his bed accompanied by a soft laugh. Once in a while, Agnia did not expect such an answer from Akmal. And behold the man who laughs after sinlessly saying so.

That was how Agnia, who intended to put her husband to sleep, ended up making Akmal wake up all night just to share a stupid story. The funny thing was that their sleepiness suddenly disappeared, changing into a crisp laugh that woke up that cold night.

...

"I'm sorry, ma'am, don't bring anything" said Ripda, putting a fruit parcel on the table. "Bungung me, if the rich should bring the fruits of what hands."

"Yes Allah.. Speaking of.."

"Joking, Ma'am." said Ripda, smiling widely. "Just make a bumil, a fruit."

"No papa, I was.. Ma'am who should apologize. You come not in love with anything, not even water."

"Silence, Mother.." Ripda let out his mischievous gaze, raising her eyebrows briefly. "Again, ana shoimun. I'm fasting."

Agnia smiled faintly. "It can be you. But why tumben...is there something important?"

Ripda's smile disappeared when asked so, changing into a serious look. As if ready to tell something important. "Sir. inget did I ever tell you anything about Akmal?"

"Yes.."

"Something is missing."

"Hemhs? Aboutwhat? Ulya?"

"Yes." Yeah." Ripda nodded. "At first I thought I didn't need to tell you about this, but. After not too long ago there was someone who came and asked about Akmal."

"What the hell?! Who's somebody? Speak clearly, Ripda.."

"So.. In Akmal and Ulya's relationship, there is one other person. He's not a third person, but he feels himself to be.." Ripda sighed, too many things in his head to be confused to explain. "I think he likes Ulya, the person who was most heartbroken when Akmal and Ulya together. Also. at the time of the accident." Ripda turned to Agnia for a moment, to then stare at the origin while looking far away. "He blamed Akmal for the incident. His name is Govin, he came a few days ago. It's about Akmal. You have to remember that name.. Which I'm afraid of.he came and found Ma'am. She... How should I say?" Ripda frowning. "Gini Ma'am. Just be careful, okay?"

Govin's? Agnia pecked throughout Ripda's long story, her head busy working to connect the story with the changes of Akmal's temperament after meeting her old friend. What is Husni or Govin? But why is her husband so influenced by that figure?

"Sir, be careful." said Ripda once more. "Don't ask why, only Akmal can explain this is the same.

Agnia nodded. "Thank you. Akmal actually never told me about this, so Ma'am thanks. whatever it is Mbak must be horrifying you."

Ripda nodded, smiling faintly. Still influenced by the story again. If told it sounds simple, but the past is clearly not simple. He saw it directly.

"Yep, yeah.." Agnia cut off Rioda's reverie. "Do you have any friends whose names are Husni?"

"Husniis? No." answered Rio quickly. "High School Friends do you mean Ma'am?"

"Yes." Yeah."

Ripda shakes. "Why?"

"Aah!" Agnia smiled awkwardly, then shook her head. "Who knows.. Ma'am is just curious, there is an acquaintance of Akbar whose name is Husni."