Want a Life of Heaven

167.

"Bakun know, the accident occurred when Ulya wanted to find Akmal. It's just that the girl didn't get to Akmal, nor did she go back to her house."

The story turned out, Agnia gave a long sigh on the lip of the bed, staring at her reflection in the mirror. Now it is clear the reason for the difficulty of sleeping for Akmal. Not only is it a sense of loss, but guilt may be felt all the time.

Don't know how complicated it is, don't know how heavy Akmal's heart is. The man cannot be lonely, Agnia feels she has to heal her wounds. Convincing if he wasn't alone in his wound, there was him. Like Akmal who accompanied him through difficult times, the man should not feel alone.

The bathroom door opened, Akmal exited while drying his hair. He walked over to Agnia, sitting next to her. Agnia understood, taking over the towel, helping to dry Akmal's hair.

Akmal smiled, this has been his habit since these few days. "Oiya, Ma'am, I saw a parcel on the table. From whom?"

"From Ripda, this morning you left not long ago.he came."

"Oh.." Akmal nodded briefly. "Tumben, what's wrong?"

"Main aja's. Why mother?" ask Agnia, with a suspicious tone.

"Fear it, if he's talking about me who's not.."

Agnia. "You talk like you've got a bad past. Or.. lest you when High School is naughty?"

"Not really." Akmal held Agnia's hand. "In fact, Mbak should be proud.Mbak's husband from small to now good, in his school has a good reputation, continues to be diligent, pinter, beloved of all.."

"All beloved? I don't like it, I'm not proud of it. Elementary school idol.." Agnia's lips were not happy, getting up from her seat. Leaving the towel on Akmal's head just like that.

"Good dong. If his father is a lot of love, later his son is also a lot of love." said Akmal, grinning. Noticing Agnia who was walking towards the dressing table, picked up a set of shavers.

"Darling.."

"What's? I don't want ya.. I wear a mask."

"No, yeah!" Akmal misspelled, Agnia came with her equipment. "Tomorrow, you should look better. Don't take Mommy to see you moustachioed like this, what Mother said later."

"Why? I'm not a young man anymore. I'm a man who will soon have children" Akmal said proudly, staring at Agnia's focused face. "It would be bad if I looked younger than my status."

Agnia stopped the movement of her hand, fully understanding the meaning of the speech as well as the wide grin of Akmal. "Why? You planning on anything?"

Akmal chuckles. "Kalo Mbak angry usually more beautiful. But this time.."

"It's not anger, honey, but a warning. Don't mess around or. I'm shaving your nose."

Akmal sniggering. "His Funny.."

"I'm serious.." Agnia's bully. "And don't move!"

Come on, where can Akmal be serious despite being glared at. To her the annoyed face of Agnia was adorable, making the corners of her lips rise perfectly.

"Don't smile, dong. later your idung really shaved."

"But.."

"What?" fierce Agnia, annoyed continues to be interrupted.

"Why shave my mustache? I like this mustache."

"I don't like it." Agnia, short, original.

"Ouch!" Akmal again chuckled with his wife's answer. "Why? Amused, huh?" tanyanya accompanied by a grin.

"Lt!"

Again and again, Akmal loved to annoy Agnia with such sentences. Amidst the echoing takbir out there, they were busy warming the night with jokes.

...

Agnia sighed, finding her husband daydreaming indistinctly at the dining table. With the face of the pillow and the eyes of my beloved. "Darling?"

"Hemh?"

"Why? Still sleepy?"

Akmal nodded, looking straight at the table. "I'm curious." he muttered.

"What?"

"Why do you always cook veggie soup?" tanya Akmal is flat, looks folds more sleepy than usual.

Agnia chuckled, thinking it an important question. "Colagen, baby.it's good for the skin."

Eid is always shahdu, always full of haru. Akmal left home from dawn once, even attending the mosque until dawn. Agnia left behind, housewives' business the most never-ending thing. Just followed with Yesa who came to pick up.

Cakes are served, the aroma of opor and peanut sauce is smelled all over the house. Not directly to the mosque, the residence of the father became the first place he went.

Syahdu, an unstoppable feeling that could not be expressed happy filled the heart. Haru it feels, humans must remember this moment as a blessing and an extraordinary gift. Who knows, if this ramadan is the last and eid al-Fitr who is sorry and is no longer met.

Listen consciously, respond gratefully. "Allahu Akbar . God is great. Laa ilaha illa Allah, there is no god but Allah. Allah Akbar.. God is great."

Even the takbir that echoes in every mosque is very much missed, as if it does not want to part with a blessed Ramadan.

Agnia returned early, welcoming Akmal at the door. The man's smile was bright, in rhythm with the weather this morning.

A warm hug Akmal gave, as well as a kiss to the forehead of the wife. Can not be expressed beautifully, their first leafan as husband and wife. It was also equipped with their baby in the womb of Agnia.

"I'm sorry inner birth, dear.." said Agnia sincerely, reciprocated by Akmal.

"I, I should apologize. And thank you for accepting me for who I am."

Agnia nodded, smiling. Actually thank you in this situation it sounds inappropriate. Agnia chose to re-meld herself into Akmal's embrace. There is nothing lacking in his life now, a good and understanding husband, the presence of children, his life turned beautiful in a matter of hours. The life that he felt was full of stuffy, slowly changed beautifully since knowing Akmal. Nothing else, he was grateful.

Haru was always there, Agnia and Akmal went to Fauzan's house first. Welcomed by Haru Khopipah, even Akbar was suddenly quiet, his cry seemed just dry. Experiencing Agnia without saying anything, immediately passed as if embarrassed to be caught crying.

Yesa appeared last, excited to bring a cell phone. Shooting here and there. "Mbak. let's take a photo."

"Come.."

"Not me, dong. I'm photoin."

"Can.." Agnia looked at Akmal. "Dear here."

Hafidz and Puspa had just arrived, their clothes matching, with Zain in the same petite suit as his parents. Everything immediately fell in a warm chat after a moment of apology, accompanied by ketupat with the best opor and peanut sauce made by Khopipah.

...

One day it quickly ended, Akmal was not just tired. Already asleep on the sofa while Agnia still folds clothes on the other sofa. After that long day all returned to the beginning, the month of blessing passed. Visiting Fauzan house, visiting Sidiq house, even the open house invitation from Indri they fulfilled.

Seeing Akmal sleeping, Agnia who was finished with her work moved closer. Join the narrow sofa with a small smile.

No matter how tired, Akmal still woke up with a small movement. Until Agnia pegged in her position, just put her butt on the sofa. "What's wrong?" asked Akmal in a hoarse voice.

Agnia shook her head, sliding back her body made Akmal spontaneously open his hand. While his head was still processing Agnia's behavior, his wife was already in his arms. "Ngapain, Ma'am, it will fall.."

"That's why hold on." Agnia drew Akmal's hand around her body, not undoing her desire to lie down beside her husband.

Akmal chuckled, half sleepy. Kiss the top of Agnia's head to then continue her sleep. Agnia looked up, stroking Akmal's face. Don't ask why, he wants to. And is it selfish if he says it's because of the baby's desire in his stomach?