Want a Life of Heaven

17

The heart can be set, though,

But destiny is not.

Must be accepted, lived.

But, back to His way

It does not mean that you have to stand on your hands.

Because even though you know the end result is not always beautiful,

As long as you live..

The spirit must always be there.

♡♡♡

That same morning, shortly after getting a call from Silmi, Agnia rushed back to her room to pick up the bag. Grabbing all the items he needed to put in his medium-sized black sling bag.

With a quick step hurry to catch up with time, did not want to make a gap so that Silmi again called. Of course, after first making sure yourself is neat in front of the mirror.

"I'm leaving, Mom." said Agnia, kissing her mother's back and palms in turn.

Khopipah nodded, smiling. "Yes, be careful."

"Assynoltomodel.."

"Goddessalam.."

Not wanting to leave anything behind, Agnia walked over while looking at the contents of her bag. That's how if you do something in a hurry, all the misgivings. Sometimes you forget what to bring and what not to bring. Therefore Agnia made sure her luggage was correct, especially the mobile phone and wallet.

Today he will meet great people, visit extraordinary places. The place that becomes the main destination in every leisure, the main place when he needs time alone.

At that time, a woman in her forties in bright yellow clothes and black skirt and hijab smiled from afar when she saw Agnia coming out of her house, like finding what she was looking for. The woman's pace was getting faster, approaching Agnia.

"Agni..!" sapanya cheerful.

"Eh! Ma'am Nur!" Agnia looked up as she pulled the reselting of her bag.

"Your mother is there?" he asked, as his steps arrived right in front of Agnia.

"She, Ma'am.. Do you want to see mom?"

Nur nodded. "Yes, I want to talk about the PKK. Where are you going yourself?"

"Meeting, Ma'am."

Nur nodded again. A few moments thought about what to ask. "Oh yes.. You still teaching at the parlour?"

"Still, Ma'am. It's going there. Why mother?"

"No papa, just nanya. But yes it is, baby you are a scholar. Si Dika aja, who was in school under you, now his office work. A social science scholar, isn't he?"

Agnia nodded softly, smiling incongruously. Don't know what to react to, and don't know what to answer. It would be futile if he spent time defending himself and explaining his situation. While Nur would definitely not care.

Explaining our principles or thoughts to people who clearly differ in principle with us is futility. Agnia does not want to cape-cape to defend herself with the opinion of Nur's true change of mouth.

"Yes..if all bachelor of office work, who guarantees the education of our younger brothers? The same is true.Together serve. The difference is Dika serve for his family, I serve for our less fortunate brothers."

Nur nodded again. "Yes too, yeah.. Um.."

"Sir, I'm leaving now yes.it's been awaited" cut Agnia immediately. Before Nur went crazy with all sorts of chatter. Hurry up to continue his steps. "Assynoltomodel.."

"Valaydaikumsalaam... Be careful.." Nur stared at Agnia's departure with a hint of disappointment. He is not even finished with his question.

***

Agnia arrived ten minutes later, after riding the angkot and walking for a while towards the building with dark blue paint. A house with a spacious courtyard that is currently full of child wara wiri.

The children immediately cheered when they saw Agnia arrive. Especially with two large pockets in Agnia's hands. The fifteen-year-old biggest boy came straight out of the fence.

"I'm bawain, Ma'am.."

"Can.." Agnia handed him two bags of crackle filled with chicken that he had bought it. "Be careful Billi.."

"Yes, Mommy."

Two girls aged six and nine also ran to greet Agnia with enthusiasm, approaching out of the fence when the other was just the spirit of circling Bili scrambling for food brought by Agnia.

"Ow. slow down." agnia screeched, laughing as the two brothers hugged her abruptly.

"Brother Agni, how come you're here again?" the child with braided hair who asked, looked up. His round eyes stared questioningly. Fitri. "Bad children if there is no Ma'am Agni.."

Agnia smiled. "Yeah? You're not angry with them?"

The six-year-old shook his head, his braided hair wagging slowly. "They're afraid of it as much as Agni doang."

"Agnian.."

Agnia turned to the origin of the voice, a woman her age who called out. Giving a question, his eyes grew. Why just came?

***

"I'm troubled, you know, there's no you" Silmi said as she again stuffed chicken noodles, her lunch menu with Agnia. Both of them immediately visited the chicken noodle shop after finishing from the Panti.

"Bu Rika and Ms. Lisda didn't help at all."

"Hem?" Agnia looked at Silmi in her arms.

"Yes. The kids are getting naughty if there's no you. There's no fear of me or the mothers of the parlors."

Agnia chuckles. "The name is also children. But no papa loh, Mi. it's counting the exercises before you have your own child."

"Yes." This one Silmi agreed.

"But seriously, they are with you. Don't tell me you're wearing pellets, or you're stacking."

Agnia grunting. "Yes, put on the vanilla."

"Murus is mah.."

Agnia smiled, continuing her feed.

"I think they're kind of saturated with Mi. We need the rich entertainment of other children. The proof was that they wanted you to bring a toy.."

"Yes. Need some entertainment, just as you need."

Agnia. "Where, yes, I am on a rich holiday gini is getting busy. Weird, right?"

"It's not strange, my husband is.."

"Oh.." Agnia nodded slowly. "That's why you're excited for the Panti?"

"Hehe. yes."

"I'm glad your husband doesn't limit it, Mi."

"Alhamdulillah.tend cuek him. well you if looking for a husband should be the same frequency. I'm having a hard time finding a partner later."

"God willing."Agnia's short, her eyes were fixed on her half-living chicken noodles. Suddenly with this chat Agnia recalled something. "Eum.. By the way, how many years are you the same?"

Silmi thought for a moment. "We're four years old like that.."

"Lumayan deket, dong.. about that ideal, right?"

Silmi laughs. "You're asking.."

"Seriously, Mi.."

"I don't know, anyway.the ideal definition is how. because if the affairs of household harmony can not be determined using our age, or use the age of the household itself. Because if I say married people should be older than the guy, it's not fair to those who marry the same age or the girl is older, maybe."

Agnia nodded. Didn't she?

Silmi's turn chuckled, looking at Agnia suspiciously. "You look like me a few months before marriage."

Agnia smiled back. "Aamiinu. Hopefully yes.."

***

Akmal was sitting in the corner seat in the MBI room. In his hand was the Qur'an, his eyes down one by one the beautiful letters full of wisdom.

In the other seat, Ardi was serious about his thick book. The teary-eyed man who was the head of the organization was twice as good-looking when he was as serious as he is today.

Four people did not come for long, it was Fiki and the other three members. Ardi looked up, so did Akmal. Both of them closed their readings.

"We're starting now?" ask Ardi.

"Start on. Ashar hunt. The kids are also together."

"Accad?"

Fiki took a slow breath. "Go home, said Asma."

Ardi frowned, momentarily looking at each other with Fiki. "No problem. He's busy like it."

Akbar's absence that afternoon left a question for Akmal. Akbar's different attitude showed since yesterday, the same attitude that Akbar had shown at the beginning of their friendship that was not good.

Is it not sincere that Akbar if Agnia is paired with Akmal?

Home, Akbar rode his iron horse home. Splitting the crowded streets of Jakarta with a grim heart. Not knowing to leave without his permission to make a question also alight on Fiki and Ardi.