Want a Life of Heaven

182. After misunderstanding

"I understand, but. That's why don't you call me? I must have come at that time." asked Akbar, questioning Agnia's decision to accept a ride from Adi while she could not be okay.

"When?" Agnia looked at Akbar in disbelief, feeling not understood at all. "He dared to decetin, Ma'am. Akbar... So you think Mbak will have time to contact one of you? Why don't you guys understand, if Mbak's seconds are so scared.."

"And if you think Mbak enjoyed that moment, you're wrong. You avoid one problem with the least risk, so why?" Agnia snorted in annoyance, glared at Akbar for then to pass. "That's it, you can only get angry!"

Akbar sighed, look at Akmal's actions until he faced the consequences. Why that guy anyway? Isn't it the most able to take Agnia's heart? Why you are angry is unclear. Who is the importance of that young man named Govin.

Agnia returned to the room after an argument with Akbar, upset however she should still show a little attention to her husband. Do not let his attitude be equated with Akmal's abandonment.

The man was sleeping, lying down without a blanket with his hands folded in front of his chest. Agnia could not help but care, sitting on the lip of the bed while sighing to look at that handsome face for a moment. Not as calm as usual, Akmal's face looked tense with his eyebrows almost linked. Maybe uncomfortable in his sleep, understandable. Who asks for many complaints in life?

"Honey.." call Agnia softly after a long sigh before her. "Wake up, yuk. time for breakfast. I'm cooking, don't be angry until I don't eat.."

"Hem.." Akmal muttered softly, opening his eyes slowly. Staring sayu.

"Why?" Agnia caught an unwell spotlight from Akmal, spontaneously reaching out her hand rubbing the husband's forehead. For quite a while a worried ripple appeared on his face. One thing that made Agnia surprised, her husband had a fever. "Aren't you feeling well?" Agnia pressed the back of her hand against Akmal's forehead.

Though he was only original when he said that Akmal was sick to Akbar earlier, but Akmal turned out to be sick. "Awhile.." Agnia pulled the blanket over Akmal's body, then passed after rubbing the man's forehead.

Akbar didn't go, sitting on the couch watching television. Not intending to leave quickly before ascertaining the situation between Akmal and her brother, if Agnia lied for the sake of her husband then she would be angry. Especially if Akmal does as he pleases, he will not accept.

Just as Agnia was descending in a hurry, Akbar sighed looking at that. "Be careful, Mother.." Remember, look at the wonder for a moment.

"Akmal fever, you want to have breakfast first." said Agnia, not long back with a container of cold water. And then it just passed.

Akbar quickly pressed the off button on the remote, following the tail. Look at how Agnia was so considerate after saying a sigh over her husband, Akbar stood in the doorway while folding his arms in front of his chest. Noticing the sprightly Agnia put a wet towel on her husband's forehead.

"Where else?" akbar asked, as soon as Agnia got up and walked towards the door. He immediately stopped before passing through.

"Wait here, Ma'am wants to take rice for Akmal breakfast."

"No need! Ma'am wait here, let me take it." said Akbar as it passed, could not bear if his brother had to go up and down the stairs. Although there was no wind, there was no rain, he had to get rice for Akmal, while he was always served by his mother.

Agnia sighed, smiling faintly at Akbar passing by. Sit back near Akmal, rubbing her husband's cheek gently. He was worried and worried that he could not hide. "You're that angry like me, so sick like this?" tanyanya.

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"I came home, yes." said Akbar, after a long wait. He also could not linger to see Agnia serving Akmal. He was quite full to see Agnia did not take her eyes off the husband, feeding, to give medicine. Should women be like that? Though heartache should remain full of devotion? He is sick of himself.

"Don't forget breakfast either." Akbar looked again. "Don't forget yourself for paying too much attention to others."

Agnia spontaneously turned her head, turning her gaze from Akmal towards her sister.

"Yes. He's someone else, if he's sick with Ma'am."

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Agnia was finally able to rest, after making sure Akmal woke up to pray and went back to sleep soundly. Once again Agnia touched Akmal's forehead, lying next to him with a gentle look.

The man's sleep seemed calmer, Agnia was relieved because she could not bear to see him uncomfortable all day. Even he could not go to teach why, all day long mussled in the room.

Unlike last night when she slept restlessly, Agnia could now sleep with Akmal's face the last time she saw.

Akmal woke up from his comfortable sleep since this afternoon, his sleep felt long because all day just lying in bed. His eyes caught Agnia's calm face as he turned to her side.

"You're that angry like me, so sick like this?"

Akmal sighed, recalling the question Agnia had clearly heard yesterday. He can't defend himself, it's his fault. He didn't mean to hurt Agnia but he did it again.

Agnia spontaneously awakens with a touch of Akmal, gnawing rapidly. "Hem? Wh why? Need anything?" ask her with a raucous voice.

Akmal shook his head, stroking Agnia's head once more.

Agnia sat her body, looking at the clock at a glance. For a moment he gathered his consciousness while talking to his husband, soon reached out to examine Akmal's forehead. "Udah reminiscent, tomorrow must be good." he said, staring at Akmal long ago. How yesterday Akmal was not calm in his sleep, to delirious, making him not calm. "Now sleep again, still far to dawn."

Akmal sighed, not wanting to sleep now. He had to get his wife's feelings back better, no matter what Agnia felt when she didn't return to the room last night.

"You..sleep again!" tell Agnia while pulling her hand. Rejecting Akmal's grasp onto his hand. Not so easy that the relationship improved, he again remembered how their relationship was not okay at this time. Smiling thinly. "I want to drink first" he said, then left Akmal in a hurry.

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The night is getting late, the dark sky is accompanied by splashing rain out there. Cold ambushed, filled the entire house that had been empty of atmosphere since yesterday.

Agnia sat alone at the dining table, with a glass of warm water in her hand while her gaze glared somewhere. Eleven o'clock in the evening, it's still early to wake up. But Akmal made him wake up and lost his sleepiness completely, now his turn is reluctant to face the husband.

What does a wife mean? What does a husband mean? If it were about perfection there would be no answer to that question. No one is perfect, there is always a mistake in their attitude. Uniting two people with clearly different contents is difficult, although trying.two people who are united in marriage will always have a gap to complain about imperfections with each other.

Just like Akmal and himself, Agnia realized something like this could happen. But the man mistakenly thought his wife was wrong before he could hear his explanation. But Agnia also did not feel right, should if she heard the word Akmal to stop teaching before maybe this will not happen.

Akmal could not let Agnia herself, come down even with her shaky steps. Moving to the kitchen, approaching Agnia who was just daydreaming until she was unaware of his arrival.

One touch on Akmal's shoulder, Agnia returned from her daydream and looked at Akmal in surprise. The man sat down on the chair next to Agnia, facing his body to his wife.

"Why down? You are not better yet, you know." said Agnia worried, this time did not refuse the hand of the husband.

"Because Old Ma'am is here."

Agnia sighed, confused by this husband. When everything was fine he made the atmosphere worse, but when he did not want to be noticed the man came with his difficult steps. "So you need me?"

Akmal with a pias face and my eyes could not hide sad when the word 'I used Agnia again after so long. He will be slapped with his own mistakes, can not protest despite objections.

"Why? Don't like the word 'me?" agnia asked, as if knowing the contents of Akmal's head and the meaning of his gaze. "It feels foreign, huh?"

Akmal tightened his grip, not removing his eyes from sad eyes but harboring Agnia's complaints.

"That's what I feel. Your attitude makes me feel so, foreign."

Akmal didn't budge, couldn't argue a word. Even an apology would only sound stupid and annoying to Agnia, she could only listen to every word of her wife for now. With that he could know Agnia's complaint over him.

"Do you know how hard that is?" Agnia asked softly. "I feel that you hate my presence, but where am I going? The only thing I have is you, so where do I go if you don't want to see me?"

Akmal shook his head slowly, really not meaning to make him so hurt. "But not that.."

"But your attitude is pointing at it." Agnia denied immediately. "Just because I received Adi's help, you don't want to go to the same room with me." - complained Agnia, a little emotional considering how Akmal left the room when he went to the bathroom. For so many years why did her husband leave? Agnia did not understand at all, while her heart believed that the attitude was indeed there because Akmal's age was younger than her. Until the way he was exactly a pubescent teenager.

Akmal extended his hand to Agnia's face, wiping away the tears that fell there. He realized the strength of this woman. Although since her pregnancy is always emotional, but as long as she does not invite her to talk Agnia just looks strong. And this was the peak, the crying and sorrow spilled right now.

"I'm sorry." The word finally came out of Akmal's mouth. What's again? Even if he could turn the clock around he would just repeat the same thing, the only thing he could do was to correct his attitude.

"I'm sorry? You don't even hear my complaints! I told you I had to tell you a story, but you.." Agnia sharpened her gaze, already returning to her original mode. "Of course!" he said, turning his gaze away. He pulled his hand and wiped his own tears.

"Mr.." Akmal touched Agnia's shoulder, stroking it until the owner turned back to face her. With tears left, the sometimes spoiled wise woman was forced to face her body and gaze at Akmal.

"Sorry for not being able to understand Ma'am, sorry for my mistakes that always make Mbak cry.." he said sincerely, holding Agnia's hand warmly. "After this let's make peace, and so get along well into old age. I will always learn to be a good husband and father. Hem's? I'm going to learn to be the best place to go home and share my moan."

Instead of being silent, Agnia's cries returned to being. Want the heart to be angry longer so that her husband is kapok, but her heart is so sloppy! It's easy to touch. Who should he blame now? Himself? Her husband? Or the baby in his stomach that lately made him always emotional like this?

Damn it, Agnia could see the sincerity of Akmal's gaze. Agnia sniffed softly with a face that was still scowling irritated with tears. Unable to answer anything but to suck his body in Akmal's arms, to lay his head on the man's shoulder. Enjoying the soft elusan that felt like a long time he did not feel, even though it was actually only two days and one stifling night.