Want a Life of Heaven

18

Which I want once in a lifetime

And you are more than enough for that

Let us age together to old

Also until separated when the body becomes a corpse

Until one day my heart is back together

In heaven we promised to reunite.

♡♡♡

A motor came into the courtyard of Fauzan's residence. It was Akbar, who came down from his iron horse with a wry face. Embodiment tired, worried, also upset mixed into one.

Akbar sighed softly while keeping his helmet. A moment of tidying up her hair while stepping towards home.

"Assynoltomodel.."

"Goddessaam.." Khopipah who answered, was sweeping the living room.

Akbar stopped to enter, returned to the terrace and sat on a chair. Khopipah came out without finishing his job.

"Tumben's home early?"

"Even I want it earlier than this, ma'am. Cape." replied Akbar, grinning after finishing his speech.

"Where is Agni, ma'am?"

Khopipah frowned, staring suspiciously. "Sound.. Tumben name?"

"Mom.Reply!" renggek Akbar's. Look at his mother who is also happy to joke.

Khopipah smiled faintly. "Not yet to go home."

"From the parlor?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Oh.." Akbar nodded, then got up. But instead of heading home, Akbar walked towards his bike.

"Lho! Where else?" khopipah asked, looking at Akbar who had now put his helmet back on.

"Fetch Miss Agni."

Khopipah frowned, again astonished by this flower. "Cape he said?"

"More cape waiting for Mom to clean up."

"You're!"

"Kidding, Mom." Akbar smiled widely again. Riding his proud motorbike. "I picked up Sister Agni first yes." said Akbar in a soft tone.

"Can. but.."

"What else, dear Mother..?"

"Call first! This clock can't be in the parlour."

Akbar snuggles. Yes, yes, it was just thought of.

***

One of her cell phones placed on the table vibrated, a sign of an incoming call. Agnia, the owner immediately grabbed the phone.

"I'll pick up the phone first, yeah."

Silmi nodded. Grab a glass of sweet tea.

"Hello..." Agnia was silent, listening for a while. "Why?" "In the chicken noodle shop." "No need. Mommy goes home sen.."

Tut's..Tutt's..Tuttt

"But!" Agnia chuckles, after Akbar just decided not to accept the ban call.

"Who?" silmi asked, when she saw Agnia's small ruckus. While reaching for his phone which is also on comes from the notification.

"My sister." replied Agnia, not without a smile from her lips.

"You're picking it up, huh?" silmi asked again while her eyes were glued to the phone screen.

"Yes." Yeah."

"That's why I'm waiting for your sister to pick you up, huh?"

"No need. Aja first. Your pick-up is ahead, right?"

"Yes. Just aja. He said.."

"First, Mi. Poor your husband.."

"Really?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Thank you.." Silmi smiled happily, immediately getting up from her seat. "That's me first.. Assalamualaikum.."

"Waalaikumsalaam" replied Agnia. A smile rose again from Agnia's lips, looking at Silmi who did not even turn her head anymore when she was about to meet her husband.

Agnia who was focused on her phone was a little surprised as Akbar sat opposite her all of a sudden. But that's his sister. Just sit down without making small talk. It doesn't matter if it's wrong.

"Come on!"

"Stay, Ma'am. Wait for me to eat."

Not long after saying that, the waiter came. And what made Agnia momentarily dumbfounded was not just one bowl that Akbar ordered, but two. Of course it's question fishing.

"Two? You eat, you know."

Akbar throbbed, his hand reaching for the first bowl. "Who said to Ma'am?"

"Continue?"

"Make me." said Akbar. Staring at Agnia without blinking.

Agnia rolled her eyeballs. Whatever! That is the meaning of his gaze.

Agnia was just going to be quiet not to ask, Akbar was being annoying from his current observation. But his mouth was not strong silent, a few moments later it had opened its mouth, unable to just watch Akbar eat with ravenous.

"Tumben pick up?" agnia asked, provoking Akbar's sharp gaze towards her. "So she wants, definitely."

"This is the fourth tumben. Uh, the fifth time today that same mother Agni said."

Agnia smiled, she realized that she had already told Akbar twice today. "That's because today you're weird!"

"No ah. W-yeah."

Agnia sighed napass quietly. "You're avoiding your friend?"

"Yes. Prospective husband Mbak." Akbar replied casually, without staring at his interlocutor who was annoyed by the sentence. Pokus feeds the chicken noodles from his first bowl.

Agnia was silent, so there was no taste in chatting with Akbar. The truest thing for him was to be quiet, waiting for Akbar to finish his meal.

One toilet bowl, Akbar looked at Agnia with a faint smile as he grabbed his second bowl. Replied by Agnia.

***

Adzan Ashar had just reverberated, just as Akmal arrived at his home. Inside the house, Sidiq who was preparing to go to the mosque immediately got up when the sound of a motorbike entered his yard.

Today Sidiq has deliberately vacated his schedule. Since last night have sorted out which jobs can be done at home.

Akmal pushed the door of his house slowly. "Assynoltomodel.."

"Waalaikumsalaam.. warahmatullah.." there was an answer from the living room, before long Sidiq appeared, walking towards the living room.

"Sit for a minute, Mal." he said, sitting at the soup. Pat another soup so that Akmal sat at the soup.

Akmal manut, sitting in the other soup of course after first reaching Sidiq's hand. Kiss the back of his father's hand.

Akmal was ready to listen, showing a thin smile as well as a typical shady look he and his father.

Sidiq smiled back, his hand rose gently rubbing the head of his only child. The true attitude is rarely shown Sidiq.

"For some reason, I always felt like you were a kid. Still naughty, still unstable. I don't know if you've been moustaching, it's past puberty." Sidiq chuckled at the end of his speech.

Akmal watched, smiling back. Again he was amazed, because sentences like this were rarely spoken by his father.

"Lately I've realized, if you sooner or later will have a family, you will be a leader."

"And I hope you can be a good leader later. A religious leader who can guide his family, and a leader who can connect two families with different visions and missions."

Sidiq paused, looking at Akmal with a smile.

"You've met the girl I mean, right?"

Akmal nodded. Smilingly. Of course, the girl who the other day said she was the same age as Akmal but was actually fictitious. Not a girl but a bachelor, Akbar.

"What do you think of him?"

Akmal silent. What was it to say? Agnia is perfect in everyone's eyes. Let alone for the young man like him, for the prospective in-laws even Agnia seemed ideal. What else does your father want to hear? It's just..

"Do you mind the age difference?" ask Sidiq when Akmal doesn't answer.

"That's not it, Dad. but.."

"Because of his past?" sidiq hatch.

Akmal shakes. It is enough to just look today at someone without having to look at the past that is far behind. And what's with Agnia's past? Is not getting married a disgrace?

"You think about her opinion?"

Akmal did not answer. That is the biggest problem, who does not want to marry a beautiful girl who is also good? Even Fiki and Ardi must be gawking or maybe just jealous when they know the news of this matchmaking.

Sidiq smile. "Since when have you not been confident?"

"Being a man means we have to be prepared with two possibilities. Accepted, or rejected. But that doesn't mean we should be pessimistic. If God had willed, rejected no matter what the soul mate should be together."

"And to pick the most fragrant flowers in the garden, we must be willing to fight. Must be ready to compete. And ready to hold. Reject? Try again! Reject again? Try again! Moreover, a Sholehah woman will not be able to resist unless she finds another man who is better of her religion."

"Because of that, you don't have to be pessimistic! Who could be better than my son?" sidiq Goda.

Akmal smiled, nodding in understanding.

"So whenever you're ready, tell me dad! Dad must have gone straight. Huh yeah?"

"Yes. God willing, Dad."