Want a Life of Heaven

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Already fitrah

After moving away from each other

Hearts need each other.

Until the ego decides to give up

Demand distance to be lost,

And hearts forgive each other.

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"Udah has no fever." said Agnia, after flipping her hands across Akmal's forehead and neck. Unlike yesterday, Agnia did not go anywhere this early. Being at home waiting for Akmal in bed while talking stupid things with him, avoiding heavy topics for the sake of their relationship that has just improved. "It should be a shower now, you stink."

It may not smell, it didn't take a shower yesterday. He was given medicine and buried in a blanket until sweating, Akmal just accepted it said so. Agnia smirked as she watched Akmal. "You're so cute, there's no handsome."

"That?"

"Hem.."

"It's so bathiin. let's be handsome again."

"Don't dong. get a fever again.."

"Who said?" Akmal cut thin, mocked his wife who said so seriously responding to his words.

"Say me." Agnia pinched her husband's cheek slowly. "It's hot cold again gini, don't take a shower" he said as he stroked Akmal's head. "I'm just a sponge, huh?"

The sponge? By Agnia? Akmal frowned for a moment, his mind already traveling far away. "But.."

"Awhile.." Agnia stepped quickly, leaving the room for quite a long time. Then return with a container of warm water with a small towel inside.

Akmal sighed softly, watching the movements of the wife who was now rising up on the bed and sitting in front of him with a big smile. "Ready, my big baby?" his god, accompanied by a smile as if really going to bathe the baby.

Akmal just smiled, following the movements of Agnia who was now opening her clothes in a hurry. "Cold!" the man stomped after the clothes from his body, inviting a sneer from Agnia.

"Diem darling!" Agnia warned, holding Akmal's shoulder so as not to avoid the movement of her hand. First the towel gave an opening greeting to Akmal's face, interspersed with a small disturbance that Agnia gave.

Akmal smiled, enjoying this intimate moment. His heart was full of calm and happiness, appreciating the time with his wife. It felt like it had been a long time since they had been chatting like this at such a close distance.

"Don't smile!" agnia said, glaring at Akmal for a glance. Uncomfortable with the intense gaze of the husband, can feel the gaze of her husband who seemed to strip him. The eyes with a sharp highlight were not long ago again glued to Akmal's neck, cleaning the area there until the jakun fruit that moved up and down provoked his attention. Agnia smiled faintly, touching the wet towel in her hand to Akmal's junkyard several times.

Akmal spontaneously becomes uncomfortable, swallowing saliva is difficult. They were so close that he could feel his wife's breath on his neck. For a few seconds, Akmal held Agnia's hand until the owner stared in confusion. "Why?"

Akmal let out a long, incredible sigh. "The first rule is not to be pounced on, do not play around with this button" he said, pointing to his son.

"Well.." Agnia nodded. Gawking for a while, only knew if it could provoke her husband's desire. Just barely. Hurriedly he retreated as he cleared his throat, dipping a small towel into the container filled with warm water earlier. Akmal chuckled at the sudden alertness in his wife. "Bak is afraid of me.."

"No!" agnia answered quickly, cutting out Akmal's ambiguous sentence.

"What would I ask?"

"Whatever it is, I'm not scared!" answer Agnia. "Diem!" cut it off when Akmal was about to open his mouth again. After wetting the small towel in his hand, he resumed his activities. Turning to clean Akmal's chest and stomach alternately accompanied by Akmal's curious gaze.

Akmal noticed the serious face, so he wondered what his wife felt like seeing it this way? Is it the same as when men see a woman's body?

Agnia did not care for this one, ignoring her husband's gaze. But soon Akmal turned his head spontaneously, as soon as he reached the navel of the husband. His hands stopped to get down, reluctant.

"Why? Not downstairs?" akmal asked, with a teasing grin. Realizing the wife looked nervous and swallowed her saliva.

Not wanting to do anything risky, Agnia did not continue her activities to far away. Reply pinched the husband's naked belly.

"Why?" ask Akmal, not kapok.

Agnia gave a thin snort, it could be that in times of illness this lecherous attitude is still crazy. "Don't joke around, baby.turn around!" he said as he pushed Akmal's shoulder to turn around.

"But why?"

Agnia grunted softly. "Diem!" his memory, ignoring the grin and questions lead from the husband. Choosing to wet the towel again, then rub on Akmal's back perfectly without interference.

"Darling.." call Akmal after Agnia is done with her task, already throwing a wet towel and a container of water just now to an unreachable place. The man turned his body back to face his wife.

"What?!" agnia asked, at most Akmal just wasted his time with the same discussion.

"Why?"

Agnia was grieving, it was true what she was thinking. Look at Akmal's happy face over his current delicacy. "Don't joke! Later to the shameful man, the discussion period.."

"Whose people?" cut Akmal immediately, sniffing his shoulders. "It's just us."

"Yes, now.but if you keep this later becomes a habit and become a habit of talking to others.not pantes, Ah!"

Akmal smiled, nodding. For this one will not be debunked, he fully understands if the business of the room is not something that should be talked about. Nor is it something to be learned, for all goes by nature and instinct.

Agnia sighed, stroking Akmal's face gently. "Yaudah, because now it's not in the mail anymore. Emh... earlier you asked why I didn't clean up until the bottom right? That's. Because the rest of your own duty." she explained with a faint smile. "Satisfied with the answer?"

The bell rang, just as Agnia arrived downstairs. Just got off to the kitchen. But the steps were stopped when the bell, immediately went to the door. It seemed that someone he was waiting for had arrived.

"Assalamu'alaikum." said Retno, smiling broadly when she found her son-in-law opening the door.

"Wa'alaikumsalam, Mother.." Agnia immediately grabbed and kissed the back of Retno's hand, then welcomed the warm embrace of her in-laws.

"How are you, dear.." asked Retno after taking off her arms, several boxes of food tote her in one grocery bag.

"Alhamdulillah, good Bun."

"How's your relationship?" retno asked, caressing the belly of her daughter-in-law who was starting to grow. The two stepped side by side, stopping on the living room sofa.

"Thank God there are no complaints, Mother. The baby henchman, don't fuss at his mama."

Retno nodded. "Kalo his mother is not fussy, anteng. shalihah. surely his son will also not fuss. So thank you for yourself."

Agnia nodded, smiling.

"Where's Akmal? This is Mommy bringing her favorite breakfast." Retno showed some neatly arranged containers. "Mother also bring salad, same vegetable spinach for you."

"Give me, Mother.." Agnia was about to grab the provisions brought by her in-laws, but immediately rejected by Retno. "Don't! Let your mother, you call Akmal down.."

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Very warm, see how Akmal was noticed by Retno. Fetched until given advice to take good care of himself and his wife. Agnia just smiled slightly watching Akmal's face while enjoying a vegetable spinach brought specifically for her by Retno. Always vegetable spinach, he said is good for the baby it contains.

After almost an hour, Retno looked at the clock and turned to look at Agnia. Not felt, from the whole breakfast menu to the toilet and after it cool talking without shifting from the dining table. He remembered something else to do. "You don't forget to eat, do you?" retno said to Agnia. Directly answered nod. "Please yourself better."

"Yes, Bun."

Retno sighed, stroking the shoulder of dear Agnia. "Mother go home now, you guys get along.."

Agnia nodded again, smiling. His feelings are much better than before. It seemed that this was what he had been longing for lately, the warmth of the gathering of a large family. "Thank you for always being so heartened for Akmal" Retno said once again.

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"Mother's home yet?" that was Akmal's first question when Agnia entered the room, it had been awaited for a long time but Agnia was like having another chat with her Mother for so long.

"Udah.." replied Agnia, as she climbed into the bed. Sitting facing Akmal with a plate of diced fruits, also a salad container.

Akmal shook his head, as Agnia directed the sour-looking young mango piece towards him. Refusing Agnia's mouthful, if her eyes had already felt sour what else was her tongue. "Well, yeah."

Agnia sniffed her shoulders, thank God Akmal didn't want to. "This is it, for you" he said, offering a salad. But once again rejected with a slug by the man.

"Lt!" Agnia looked at the astonishment. "It won't, it won't.."

"Any mother who eats. I'm full of food makeliatin mak eat."

Agnia sighed, what a pity for her husband who already looked thin even though his pain had only been two days. Akmal smiled back, he loved to look at his wife's face when eating. Her cheeks are adorable.

"What did Mother say?" akmal asked, stroking Agnia's cheek.

"Emh.." the voracious-looking woman did not immediately reply, chewing the food in her mouth first. "She had to be understood, because his son was restless."

Akmal chuckled, nodding slowly. "Okay.. So not understood?"

Agnia shook her head, waiting to swallow her chew. "No, ah.."

"Why?"

"You want to be interpreted? Understandably, for someone who can not be forgiven his mistakes, can not be spoken to, do not want to listen to the advice of others, until we have no other way but patience and understanding. You don't, time wants to be one of them?!"

Akmal smiled, looking gently at the wife. Pay attention to Agnia who is still greedy eating fruits until she hurts herself. "Nake?"

"Wanna try?"

"Can.."

"Open his mouth!"

The moment one piece of mango with orange flesh entered Akmal's mouth, the man spontaneously grimaced. He only knew if the mango that Agnia fed with his lava since then turned out to be very acidic. Instead quickly feed the apple to replace the sour taste.

Agnia chuckles. "Daddy!" his lips, feed the mango that he said sour earlier. For him it does not matter, so neutralizing nausea that often appears