Want a Life of Heaven

170. Baby moons?

Akmal was happy, what his mother said was true. This trip was very good for them, especially with a smile that did not disappear from Agnia's face. The journey he thought would be difficult because the pregnancy of his wife was wrong.

"How long are we gonna be there?" agnia asked enthusiastically, turning his head without blinking. "Sunday?"

"Can.."

Agnia nodded, turning back to the streets covered in dark and decorated with sparkling light. "But." turned back to Akmal in the steering wheel. "Can we go like this?"

"Hem?"

"We have our own home, now there are different responsibilities. It feels less pantes if you leave that responsibility."

"I know. That's why we don't have long."

"But.."

"But what else?"

"Don't be kayaking that time, it's too short. You don't have any time off at all."

Akmal smiled, nodding briefly. Sweet is his wife, always thinking about him. His outstretched hand clasped Agnia's hand, pulled over her thigh.

"Don't start!" if there is a demon as a third person, then for Agnia and Akmal there is Akbar. Only this time, Yesa was the demon. Staring did not like the sweet moment that happened directly in front of his eyes.

Agnia looked back, smiling. "You said you have to get used to it! Or.. No, pretend to sleep?"

Yesa sniffed softly, regretting that she had gone to Agnia and Akmal's car. Always a mosquito, always. Fortunately, the trip today at night, he could sleep and act not to see anything.

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The group came back, it was morning by noon when it arrived at the beautiful village. One by one lined up, greeting the middle-aged woman who waited impatiently since last night. This time only two cars, Hafidz and Puspa did not participate. Puspa in a condition that should not be tired, his busyness brings him to a bad condition.

The view of the air was also refreshing, Akmal sighed long while releasing his complaint along with the breath. Quite tired during the trip, but replaced once down from his car. The bonus, Agnia held her hand without hesitation and did not care about the views of others. Akbar is always bothering both.

"What's? Don't rese!" bully Agnia, already know the meaning of Akbar's gaze at this time. Directly taking her husband away, made Akmal sniff his shoulders while smiling towards Akbar, his sister-in-law.

Akbar sniffing. Look at her brother who's getting fierce, don't know because she's pregnant or anything. "Now, have the courage to hold hands." said Akbar slowly. "When you used to be clumsy, you little girl!"

Almost nine hours drive, holding the steering wheel in a dense condition creeping on some roads, of course making two people who brought a car to sleep because of fatigue. Agnia smiled faintly, looking at her husband who was lying on the sopa while Akbar was bare-chested on the carpet. Agnia was still at home on the other sofa, taking the time to fill her stomach with a few loaves of bread that she faithfully carried with her wherever she went.

"Sir.." call Yesa, coming from the back of the house. The place where everyone is gathering right now.

"Hem?"

"Fishing fish, yuk!" take Yesa, put her eyebrows down.

"You mean we're the ones fishing?"

"Not dong, we're watching. The one who lured. Come on..".

Not tired, in contrast to the two people who were snoring finely in the room. Agnia agreed to Yesa's invitation, immediately excited to bake fish. Though not a single fish that his father Yesa got at that time. Agnia, too, doesn't know why she looks so enthusiastic like a girl. Unlike usual, his adult behavior was gone.

"Slow down, Agni.." remember Khopipah, grumbling himself with his son's quick steps on the edge of the muddy pool.

"Yes, Mom.." Agnia paused for a moment, then continued her steps following Yesa. They want to see the catch of fish that will be obtained later, no matter if everyone is forbidden.

The house was surrounded by rice fields, with one side there was a fairly large fish pond owned by their grandmother. The pool is always harvested when his grandchildren come and gather. There are several fruit trees as well, one mangosteen tree that has not yet borne fruit because it is not yet in season, a guava tree on the lips of the pond, and a tree that has not yet been planted, also not far from there is a mango tree that has just been picked and used as a rujak.

Khopipah sighed, sitting on the terrace with the brothers. Surrounding rujak petis is also another refreshing menu. Although worried, but could not hold back Agnia whose behavior was strange.

One pufferfish the size of an adult calf was successfully netted before it escaped from the hook. Yesa was excited, happy because she was sure to enjoy grilled fish in large sizes. Agnia who was getting bored decided to leave while toting the bucket containing the fish, she would clean it to be seasoned immediately.

"Be careful, Ma'am." said Yesa, this might be simple for him who used to live in the village. Walking on muddy muddy streets is not a problem. But seeing Agnia, Yesa became afraid of herself. His gaze could not help but pay attention to the steps of his cousin.

"Be careful.." Khopipah again reminded, half-screaming. Agnia looked up and smiled, it was funny how all those worries were because of her pregnancy. The bucket he lifted, intended to show the big catch. It was just that his eyes were indifferent to the road, and the sudden movement that emerged from within the bucket made his left foot slide.

"Mom!" Yesa slid off immediately, instantly pulling Agnia's hand to get up. "Grandfather?" tanyanya, surprise. He saw with his own eyes how Agnia slipped to sit on the lips of the pond with her bow.

Agnia was still in place, not budging since the slip. She was so scared of her stomach, trying to remember if it wasn't her ass that kissed the ground first. "No papa, just a second.. Surprised."

Of course shocked, he was surprised especially the one who fell. Yesa. "Udah said be careful, his eyes go where!" his nag.

"The jatoh man was even scolded. You are.." Agnia's reply didn't accept.

"Can you wake up?" Khopipah approached, crouching before Agnia with a worried face. Looking from the top down, making sure nothing untoward happens.

Agnia smiled slightly, clearly her mistake. It's just funny to remember it again, what makes him relieved is that he is okay besides his clothes are dirty and his palms are also his arms are sore about nothing when trying to hold the body when falling earlier.

"Laugh at me! Let's wake!"

"I'm not papa, Mom."

"I can't say, it is."

Agnia enjoyed the scolding, which she could defend herself when she was the only one to blame. Before all gathered and scolded her, Agnia immediately clung to Yesa and her mother to slowly rise up.

"Aws.. Mom, hold.." Agnia felt a stabbing pain in her right ankle, then realized when she was about to stand up.

"Why?"

"My leg's like a sprain, Mom. Aw.." Agnia complained, holding her right leg. That leg was the one hit by his body, folded when the other leg slid earlier.

"De, chepet. call Mak Omoh home. Said mother, something must be sorted. Emergency."

Yesa nodded after being told by the mother, immediately moving on despite being as worried as the others. Must hurry to call the nearest masseuse.

As it passed through the middle room, the girl sighed softly. Look at Akbar and Akmal who are sleeping well, not knowing what is happening because of Agnia. And somehow their response later after knowing.

Akmal woke up, woke up the sound of Adhan that felt very close. Seeing no one but Akbar still sleeping on the carpet, he then moved to the room where several people were heard gathering.

"Lho.. Why, Mom?" akmal asked, the drowsiness in his eyes instantly disappeared seeing Agnia grimacing with her legs sorted. Waking up his sleep was really a surprise. He was full of questions, did not know what happened but was sure if it was not a good thing.

"What else? Your wife fell for being too excited about the fish." replied Khopipah. "His leg is sprained."

Akmal gawked, still digesting. Looking at Khopipah, to then look at Agnia with a look of wonder. Agnia can what? The wide grin he showed, that was all he could do to cover up his mistake.

"But no papa. Don't worry.just slip." added Khopipah, know how Akmal feels right now.

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"Where's the story?" akmal asked flatly, standing up while folding his arms in front of his chest. Reluctant to go up to the bed, since this afternoon very upset him. Thinking that his sleep was the wrong thing.

"I'm not papa.." Agnia revealed the sentence somehow after the incident. "My relationship is also not papa, you know.."

"Hem.." Akmal nodded, the sentence did not even eliminate his annoyance and worry despite being spoken so many times. Then sigh. "Do you know how worried I am? I'm feeling so bad for sleeping."

"Aah!" Agnia sighed softly, confused by all the people she felt were overdone. Even Akmal continued to bring up the same thing, was his safety no more important than that explanation? "Here.." pinta Agnia while pulling Akmal's arm. "Here.." he nodded, when Akmal did not go up to the bed. Very angry so.

Akmal sighed, sitting next to his wife who had been sitting on a chair since he could not move. Agnia smiled back then, putting her head on Akmal's shoulder with her leisure. No matter the manners of her husband who is still full of warning.

"Bak still owes an explanation."

Sounded like, for a short time Agnia pulled her head. Staring at Akmal lazily. "Yes that way.I take the bucket that contains fish, keep the fish suddenly moving. Because the road is slippery, muddy.my balance is lost." explains Agnia, sounding lazy. "It's a pity that the fish came off" he added half-whispering.

"Hem?" Akmal frowned, exposing his body to Agnia. "Don't you regret the release of that fish?" tanyanya. "It's not papa, it's back to its habitat. Ma'am's in trouble. Ma'am should be grateful.fuckily just sprains.."

"Alhamdulillah.." - Immediately, Agnia did not like to hear the word profit. The best is 'qadarullah. Who says he is not grateful? If anything happens to his womb he will feel the most guilty.

"Yes, Alhamdulillah, but next time don't be weird! Don't get out of my sight, take good care of yourself. Hem's? I can't think of anything.."

Agnia sighed, her manyun lips she had already smothered. He nodded with a reassuring look. "Yes.promise will not be strange again.promise will take good care of yourself."

Akmal again sighed, he was worried. If something happened while he was supposed to keep Agnia asleep, then he would not be able to forgive himself. A hug he gave, a warm hug that implied not wanting to lose even a second. Akmal wants to always protect Agnia, no matter what