Want a Life of Heaven

177. Whatever it is while together

"Mal.. there was a problem." the sentence brought Akmal back to reality, turning to Dimas with a confused face was not restless in his heart.

"Why, Mas?"

Akmal's heart turned bad, stepping to ensure the news delivered Dimas. Sure enough, a middle-aged man was arguing with one of his employees, Akmal immediately understood what happened. The man who is a regular customer of this store, now complains, for the first time.

"I want to return all that stuff anyway, I don't accept excuses! I want my money back." he said the final as soon as he saw Akmal. Not giving him time to ask at all let alone offer a way out.

The man then left, leaving the rest of the store silent. Closing time so heavy suddenly, this kind of atmosphere is created by a split of the man. Akmal sighed, just like the others he did not know what to do.

Dimas turned his head to Akmal, he was the only one who dared to so when the others lowered their eyes, worried about being blamed .

"It's weird, Mal.." Dimas said after sighing first. "Mas himself mastiin goods before it was sent, you know Mas never rash."

Akmal nodded, his eyes sweeping across everyone's head. "Yes, this is weird. The most loyal customer here, suddenly complains with the unclear."

"Should we talk? Mas dare to guarantee his speech is only original." asked Dimas sure, which immediately replied to the ring by Akmal. His mind didn't go that far.

"No, now we close first. The rest of us think about tomorrow, all must be cape right? So am I."

It's easy to say, Akmal is honestly confused. This was his first time being confronted with something that threatened his store's profits. Capital must continue to run, what should he do if the whole cloth is returned?

Uh! Akmal sighed softly, sitting on his quiet bedroom bed. If there was Agnia she could divide her hardship, but this time she was completely alone.

It is easy to return money, but where lies the success of the business if the velocity of money out of the path of capital and profit. Akmal rubbed his face, sitting limp on the lip of the bed.

The phone is quiet, Agnia let alone inform, answering the message is not. What is it with his wife? Sometimes it's warm, sometimes it just doesn't seem to care. Even the call was ignored, probably sleeping. It seems that he does not need to be able to feel good.

Akmal went on to take ablution, performing the ishya prayer ending with istikharah. Where else does he run, when there is no better decision than God's. He is weak, let God show him the way out.

Servant, subject to the almighty. Akmal complained about his entire fret, in a stretch of prayer mats. Today it's tough, one fret hasn't gone away and another problem is coming. Plus Agnia who did not preach it at all.

The reply from Agnia never came, her call was not answered. Akmal was unable to sleep anymore, and Agnia disappeared as if swallowed by the earth. Don't know if it's needed?

Turning to call Akbar, the young man also did not give an answer or send a reply. Akmal concluded that the two were playing hide-and-seek with him.

If istikharah usually ends in sleep, Akmal feels his istikharah will fail. He can't sleep. He did not calm down before finding an answer, choosing to lay his body down with disappointment in his heart. Whatisthis? It's not usually this sorry.

Until the morning, Akmal felt very tired. The exit he had not found and his head became dizzy because it did not close his eyes at all. Plus must go to the store and be required to immediately give a decision.

True sentence, if trust comes with responsibility. He had to face this crucial situation on his own. Exactly what was expected, Dimas charged the answer. This time, they have to find the best decision.

Akmal sighed amidst the silence and Dimas' gaze at her, wanting to try as quietly as possible. "When was the item returned?"

"Say the day after tomorrow, wait for everything to be sorted again."

Akmal frowning. Sorted? The sign of the cloth was not ugly or deformed, it had entered the store. It was just that his head was too slow to think about that awkwardness. "Mas..what if we focus on something else first? The day after tomorrow means there is still one day. I haven't asked Dad for advice."

"But.." Dimas who had survived working for his father Akmal was used to seeing and dealing with problems like this, he felt Akmal was slow and could not be assertive. "Yasudah. talk first with the Father, tell Mas whatever it is." in the end only that sentence came out of Dimas' mouth, could not break Akmal's spirit in pioneering. His advice is to save first.

The sky was clear without clouds until late afternoon, the sun began to hide again leaving nature that began to darken. Akmal sighed after opening his helmet, looking at the sky that presented a scene that contrasted with his heart.

Perfect. Akmal amazingly finished with his day, grunting slowly realizing his current bad feelings.

Akmal opened the door of his house lazily, directly up the stairs with his thunder to the room. Lookie! The room was empty and felt empty. Akmal sat his butt on the lip of the bed, still unwilling to give up on calling Agnia.

[What time do you come home?] agnia's only reply from his successive messages made Akmal frown, digesting the message well.

"Wait the fuck.." Akmal looked at the entire room, he realized that the scent of Agnia had returned to the room. It was just that there was no sign of his wife coming back, after all where perhaps such a surprise had occurred. Akmal slapped his own expectations.

The day before night, Akmal felt a curious tickle. Moving down to ascertain the possibility he was thinking about, stepping straight towards the kitchen.

The lit kitchen lights gave hope, Akmal rumbled happily all of a sudden. Until when his eyes caught the anticipated figure, he let out a long sigh. Can't help but smile. Look at Agnia who does not know when it came, is focused on eating bread.

Agnia rushed to her house, did not have time to store her luggage and ran towards the kitchen. Even when Akmal came, when the man was straight without even looking at him he just sighed with a small smile. Meet the husband how later, his stomach affairs must be taken care of first. Be it he ends up at the dinner table.

Seeing Akmal, Agnia immediately got up from her seat. Approaching the husband with a big smile while the man was motionless with an expression that was hard to translate.

"Surprise.." said Agnia, after briefly hugging the husband.

Akmal snorted softly, staring at Agnia flatly. Look at that smile, but his head seems to be about to explode. Though he was already worried half dead because neither Agnia nor Akbar answered his message.

"Not a penny?" Agnia frowned, staring at the unmoving piece of Akmal from her place with a flat gaze.

"Don't know how worried I am? You didn't order me at all!" akmal said no less upset, pinching the gnarly cheek of Agnia. A real growl about her, what kind of surprise broke her feelings.

Agnia gave her lips for a moment, looking at the eyes of someone she said was worried about. "I'm sorry, I was intentional."

Akmal sniffed his shoulder, whatever. As long as his wife arrived safely it was not necessary for any other complaints. "What time is nyampe?"

"Ba'da dhuhur, but rest first at the father's house. I just got here."

"Ehh.." Akmal nodded.

Agnia took Akmal's hand, linking her fingers there. "Still angry?" tanyanya, looking at two sticky Akmal eyes. "Aren't you the same as his wife? Hem?"

Akmal sighed, it sucks. His feelings have been chaotic, but how can he be denied if he misses his wife so much?

Link fingers Agnia he loose, Akmal switch to give a close hug to the wife. "Kangen, I miss you so much, Ma'am. Do not be far from me." he said half softly but firmly.

The hug was a bit of a surprise to Agnia, the hug Akmal used to give when looking for a place to melt her problem. Agnia stroked Akmal's back, sipping the fragrance of the man. He also misses so much, misses so much that he can not go long from it. "That I know is you, you suck!" agnia.

Akmal smiled slightly, it is true. Pecking on Agnia's shoulder, and the top of her head alternated. One complaint was resolved, he knew Agnia could always give her the best shoulder and be a calming place for herself to find a way out.