Want a Life of Heaven

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The clock rotated regularly, a dark night had already passed from its peak. Return to the coldest moments in twenty-four hours, in the remaining third.

Agnia moved out of her sleep, realizing that from all night her position had not changed. Except for Akmal's hand which is now on the surface of his stomach. Tumben once, Agnia to be amazed by herself with Akmal who did not shift equally from his position.

If usually the man hastened to get up for the evening prayer, but it does not seem to be tonight. Agnia took off Akmal's embrace slowly, sitting her body for a moment to collect her life.

The man was still asleep with a quiet roar of breath without being bothered at all, Agnia smiled slightly as she rubbed the forehead of her eternal lover, giving a brief kiss there. To then slowly move down from the bed to the bathroom.

Just the time Agnia had arrived on the floor, not a single step of her legs had moved. Agnia felt her arms held back, spontaneously turning her husband back.

Agnia sighed, looking back at the smiling Akmal without looking sleepy at all. Clearly now, the man had been awake since. Seeing the prayer mats that lay on the floor, it is certain that Akmal had performed the evening prayer and then returned to the bed.

Akmal smiled, whatever his wife was thinking now he just let it go. Still a long way to dawn, Akmal pulled Agnia back to sit down.

The man shifted, moving closer towards Agnia's stomach. Peeping the stomach was short, then wrapped his hands around his waist while his head was hidden in the warm stomach of the wife.

Agnia gave a small smile, stroking Akmal's head several times. Nothing was said of his mouth, a simple gesture full of warmth so the way they communicate.

Silent for quite a while, Akmal was like enjoying Agnia's caress in his head. Agnia did not want to quickly disturb the pleasure of the husband, she let it be up to ten minutes.

Agnia once again looked at the clock, then sighed. "You keep on like this?" tanyanya, still stroking the top of the husband's head. "When can I pray this way?"

Akmal did not sleep, turning his head immediately upon hearing Agnia's question. Now looking at the wife.

"Why? Anybody want you to talk about it?"

Akmal did not budge, pulling Agnia's hand for her to hold. Confused, between 'whether to tell his anxiety to his wife or rather just keep quiet.

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"You want advice?" Agnia asked after Akmal's imperfect explanation, only Agnia understood the crux of the matter. Now pull her husband's chin to focus on him and stop staring at the ceiling of the room that will not provide a solution at all.

"Hem?"

"You said the guy was a shop subscription from the start, right?"

"Yes." Yeah." Akmal nodded faintly.

"And from what I've heard, you seem to suspect there's a game there."

"Hem, but still prejudice. I dare not say that with certainty."

"You prove it! Find facts. Meet the man, talk carefully.You haven't even had the slightest discussion since he came and complained."

Akmal nodded, not once had he ever met the middle-aged man. He hounded and gave up on his own.

"Where?" Agnia pulled back Akmal's chin as the man looked back at the origin, looking away.

Akmal nodded faintly, smiling gently. "Okay, good advice. But I'll think again."

Agnia nodded, not minding even if the suggestion was not done later. He just has to give comfort, the rest of Akmal must know the best way to behave.

"Thank you.."

"Together, darling.."

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Returning to routine, Agnia went to teach ushering in Akmal. If you usually carry a motorbike, now Akmal carries a car. Do not want to take risks with the pregnancy of his wife even though it seems not too big and not at all frail.

Agnia kissed the back of Akmal's hand, then smiled as she waited for something. Akmal raised his eyebrows, not understanding the eye code of the wife. Agnia was busy directing her eyes upwards, whereas Akmal was busy frowning her brows in confusion.

"CK!" Agnia clucked in annoyance, singing her lips. Quickly pointed at her forehead, come on. This husband is insensitive.

Akmal chuckled, he just regained consciousness. Sari on approaching to kiss, he chose to pull the head of the wife to get closer then he kissed. Don't want to be hard-earned by opening the seatbelt. "Udah?" his tananya, accompanied by a thin grin.

Agnia sniffed slowly, as real as it was. "Don't forget it again! It's a warning" he said fiercely, with enlarged eyes.

"Yes." Akmal replied briefly, a little chuckling at the spoiled behavior of his wife which contrasted sharply with his attitude at the beginning of their marriage.

"But.." Akmal delayed Agnia's move, not speaking until she turned back to him. "Be careful.The path must not be rushed! If there's anything call me. And don't eat carelessly, okay?"

"Yes. yeah.." Agnia answered quickly, already dizzy paying attention around. No time to protest with the message of her husband who impressed meawanti-wanti small children. "Yes, Assalamu'alaikum.."

Akmal chuckled at the behavior, shaking in amazement. Look at that woman, Akmal loves everything about her.

The store was the next place Akmal came to, looking hurriedly just to ask the address of the customer who had no wind no rain looking for trouble with him. At least he must ensure this, whatever the facts later even if it turns out that the mistake came from his team. He must be ready and ready to be happy.

The car was out of the shop parking lot, sliding in the opposite direction from the direction back to his house. Arrive at a fashion store, double the convection behind him. Akmal had seen it from inside the car while parking his car.

"Please, Mom.. What do you want to find? Muslim dress? Children's clothing or adult clothing?" ask one of the women kindly, in front of the entrance.

Akmal smiled faintly, nodding. "Emh.. Sir is there a good?"

"Big brother?" the woman seemed confused, not expecting to be questioned about her boss when her expertise was serving buyers.

"ah! I, his business partner." Akmal said quickly, knowing the confusion from the woman's face before him.

"Oh.." the woman immediately nodded faintly, smiling kindly back. "Yes, I told you. Just sec.."

Akmal frowned, his smile turning confused. The woman went somewhere, leaving Akmal who did not understand what was meant 'father had told' by the workwomen.

The woman returned shortly, immediately welcomed and delivered to a room that was not too big but comfortable.

The man still called, not facing. While Akmal did not dare to interrupt until he chose to sit down after being invited by the female just now, decided to wait.

At first nothing interested Akmal, until the man spoke to someone on his phone carrying the name of his own cloth shop.

Akmal who did not intend to eavesdrop at first, now just fell silent hoping to hear more.

"Yes, it's done. The decision is final, and the goods will be returned immediately."

The moment the man fell silent listening to his interlocutor, Akmal watched it closely.

"good. But keep the promise! Don't let the news get to my wife's ear."

Akmal grinned thinly, crazy though not yet clear that he heard, but fully he was sure if there was someone he could not imagine behind this event. Just what and why was it still dark for him.

"Lho!" Good, the man pegged for a moment realizing who was in his room. Didn't expect if Akmal was the one who came, while yamg wanted to meet him somewhere. "You.."

Akmal sighed, smiling back. "Yes, I."

"Excuse me.." Another man came in, a well-dressed lady typical of office people came in. That's someone who seems to be the one who will be met by the Nice owner of this fashion store.

Silent for a moment, the three people were busy with their own thoughts. From Nice's panicked face and the woman's shock Akmal immediately read the situation. Choosing to rise from her seat, when shock and confusion exist in the man with the alim makeup.

"I. go." the woman immediately retreated her steps, about to return if Akmal did not stop her.

"Wait, let me go, ma'am." cut Akmal out at that time. "Please continue with your business."

"Awhile." it was the shopkeeper's turn to block Akmal's steps, though confused about what to say but he had to keep straight.

Akmal did not leave, and so did the woman. All were still in their respective places with different confusion.

"We can talk for a minute."

Akmal immediately nodded, smiling wryly. "I understand without distributing anything. So, I beg for permission." said Akmal, trying to relax in the face of this annoying situation. "And.." Akmal turned back to the doorway. "As before, when you don't want me to have a discussion, I will do the same today. I will not accept explanation. Excuse me.."

The man was flat-footed, when the woman approached and touched his shoulder he actually hit the hand. "Non't now! There are more pressing circumstances" he said as he opened his phone and called someone.

Akmal returned to the car with a bent face, crazy things could happen like this in his life and this for the first time. It's just that this becomes clear, whatever the decision will all be good for his pride and the self-esteem of the store. Akmal can feel relieved for one thing. And thank you to Agnia whose advice could be on target once.

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Govin the man let out a long sigh, standing clinging to the balcony railing of his apartment. Sipping a glass of coffee first, then grinning thinly.

"I'm afraid, if so.. Next step?" ask, as if to yourself.