Want a Life of Heaven

171. Baby moon part 2

Agnia's carelessness brought her own loss, should the time used for vacation just be a place to rest. Moreover, Akmal was very strict, not letting it go anywhere as punishment. Indeed, heart and firm is different thin.

"Rest!" that's Akmal's answer to any Agnia's fists. Who told you to be careless? Akmal can't take any chances, he's lost before.

"Lt!" Agnia looked disappointed, her mind immediately began to imagine her activities that would be so-so even though it was far from the hustle and bustle of the city.

"What's? You dare to swipe at me like that?" akmal did not like it, his eyes widened for a while. Which then made Agnia shrivel and frown, bowing her gaze. "I'm bosen.." great-granddaughter Agnia. "Why do we come here if we have to sit down?" his murmur was slow, not intended to be heard by Akmal but still heard.

Akmal does not mean to be angry or rude, it is the form of his attention. The sprain is not a simple thing. Not sorted properly at the right time, can be problematic for a long time. Helaan came out of his mouth, his gaze softened. "Yes, I know Ma'am Bosen. But you can't move much first, can you? wait for his feet."

Agnia sighed, unable to argue. It's just that he feels Akmal is overreacting, overprotective. But sprains are not a big thing? Besides he won't run around with his feet, he guarantees he will be careful.

Akmal smiled slightly looking at the manyun face in front of him, sitting on the lip of the bed. Lately the sinking of his wife is quite often, he began to get used to and learn to lower his ego. The man stretched out his hand, stroking the top of Agnia's head. Trying to get the gaze of his wife who kept turning her face.

Until Akmal decided to drop his head on his wife's lap, Agnia could not turn back when Akmal held her nape. His gaze was forced to point directly into Akmal's eyes, staring bitterly. "There, Ah! I'm sprained with you.."

Akmal mana wants to take his hand off the nape of Agnia, smiling back seductively. "The funny thing is." said the man while trying to kiss Agnia's cheek.

Surprisingly, it may want to be sweet but do not comply with simple wishes. Agnia is so upset, clucking. "Awas, right? Later there will be people enter you know." he said while closing Akmal's lips. "Say I have to rest, meaning you have to go dong.."

Akmal chuckled, shaking briefly the reluctant sign away. "I have a surprise" he said after a moment of silence, enjoying his wife's manyun face.

"What?" asked Agnia lazily, sounding uninterested. Already upset and consider Akmal's speech just nonsense or most try to persuade him.

"Smile first, dong."

"Don't be kidding!"

"I'm not kidding, Ma'am.. Yechoah.." Akmal pointed at his cheek. "This was.."

Agnia is thieving, but still qualifies from her husband who is either real or later only intends to tease her. At least the request was easier than Akmal's previous request. It's easier to act than smile when you don't want to.

The moment the kiss slid, Akmal straightened his face. Making the kiss fall to his lips. Briefly, Agnia glared after him. While Akmal grinned, bak won the battle. Biting her own lips, anxious with Agnia's face that still folded even though she was seduced.

"Zinc?" sarcas Agnia, pinched Akmal's cheek. Immediately taken by the man, continued to smile in satisfaction while playing his hand on Agnia's enlarged cheek in anger. "I'm going to take my mom to the villa."

"Hemh?" Agnia frowned, her round cheeks plus cute with the rise of those two beautiful black eyebrows. Akmal immediately nodded. "Yes, stay at the villa. Both."

"Two?"

"Yes." Yeah."

Agnia changed into a smile, her face suddenly unable to be hidden. Akmal grasped the change in astonishment and astonishment at the same time.

"Now proven, if a smile can be bought." said Akmal, interspersed with rarity. "What.. You're all the same as me, hemh?"

Agnia did not deny, repaid her frown with the flat face of the song. "Why? Do you not want to?"

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The villa was quite close, which was actually a private rest house belonging to the grandmother's extended family. Agnia is very happy to be invited there, as if nostalgic with old memories. Enthusiastic once, his regret at the husband forgot just like that.

The car arrived, Agnia lowered the windshield and momentarily breathed in as much fresh air as possible on the spot. Smiling enjoyed the sight as well as the cool air that hit his face.

Akmal smiled looking at that, going out first and letting Agnia for a moment enjoy the thing that brought a smile on her face. Instead after since dawn was pouting. Akmal ran around, opening the door. "Come on!"

Agnia sighed, smiling ending the astonishment in her heart. "Can you walk alone?" akmal asked, watching Agnia get out of the car with her left foot first.

"Neng.." a middle-aged man walked out of the house, immediately approaching.

"Well.." Agnia nodded kindly.

"Udah cleaned, everything. Neng the same Aa can stay comfortably."

"Hatur nohun, Wa."

"Sami-sami. uwa uih heula." the man turned to Akmal. "A. mamang go first, if you need something stay on the phone. Yea?"

Akmal nodded faintly, smiling. Busy thinking about who the man called Uwa was, at will the call to Om. But.. are all the people there his wife's brother?

"Who? Brother Ma'am too?" akmal asked as much as the man, looking curious.

"Yes, our brother. Brother seiman."

"Well.." Akmal immediately understood, it is not strange how in a village like this brotherhood is not limited to blood relations. It is no different from in urban areas, it is just that different closeness is felt in this environment.

Whatever it was, Akmal took Agnia with him. Stepping towards the spacious house with incredible views around it.

"Assalamualaina. wa'ala 'the godhead of Sholihin.." Akmal read the greeting while opening the door, a greeting that is usually spoken when entering a room that no one in it. The content of the greeting is salutation to oneself, as well as to the righteous servants of Allah. This reading is familiar, always spoken when the holy of every prayer.

The house is big, not many walls. Only the spacious living room, two rooms and kitchen are connected directly to the living room. This is their second gathering place, only since their grandmother had difficulty with the weather and could not walk far, this house is rarely visited.

The photos are neatly displayed, there are large family portraits, as well as warm portraits of Agnia, Akbar, Hafidz, and Yesa as a child. Akmal smiled, already recognizing which Agnia was from his photos.

"Why?" Agnia asked, approaching Akmal. Look in the direction her husband is looking at. "Oh.." Agnia chuckles. "That's a photo of how many years ago, yeah.. Akbar and Yesa are still small."

Akmal embraces Agnia, sighing while looking at the memorable photo pieces and evoking the sweet memories of the past without burden and pain.

A heavy sigh came out of Agnia's mouth, remembering how she had been so devastated and chose to end herself. If it happens, then the portrait full of those memories will turn painful for the beholder. Indeed, the umpteenth time Agnia felt gratitude for Hafidz bringing her in at the right time.

"Why?" Akmal recognized the heavy strands, turned his head while stroking his shoulders.

"No papa, just. suppose." he said while looking away. "You know I almost committed suicide?" Agnia turned her head, not waiting for Akmal's answer to explain. "Seeing these photos is fun, full of memories. I thought that an impression like this would not be the same if I were.." Agnia hung up her sentence. "ah! Want something warm? I brought your favorite Luwak coffee."

Akmal nodded, removing his embrace. Allowing Agnia's explanation to be cut off, however, the story became a secret to the Agnia family, even Akmal and his parents knew about it. The fact that it is not a problem at all, the past can be painful to be hard to believe. But in this day, when all the wisdom of the path of life appears one by one, man must smile and give thanks.

The day was not so hot, the weather tends to be cloudy with the cold mountain air coupled cold by the wind carrying rain that may soon flushed.

Still at ten in the morning, Akmal glanced at the clock on the wall and the clock in his hand alternated. Make sure the clock is working properly, sit on a soft sofa facing directly to the large window that presents the view. The television lit up, sounding alone barely noticed.

Agnia came up with a cup of coffee, instantly accepted by Akmal. "Thank you.."

Agnia nodded, coming to sit next to her husband with her head kept on the back of the sofa. Paying attention to Akmal at home, it is the most pleasant worship.

Akmal smiled, only to realize that look. After sipping a little warm coffee, then widen his legs and hands. He told Agnia to go into his arms.

That was what awaited, Agnia immediately shuffled without being asked twice. A small smile while leaning his back on the chest of the husband. "His leg still hurts?" akmal asked, looking at Agnia's missing leg.

Agnia shook her head, Akmal turned briefly. "Udah is not, but there is a little bit like being bitten by an ant on the way" he replied with a smile.

"It means it's still sick, baby.." Akmal pinched softly on Agnia's cheek.

"No." said Agnia not to lose.

"All right.." Akmal gave up, will not argue. Kissing short Agnia hair. His outstretched hand grabbed the wife's hand, linking her finger there.

It just feels like a honeymoon, only the two enjoy the time with simple yet memorable activities. Soothing, this grip gives an amazing serene and pounding.