Want a Life of Heaven

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"I come with a heart that does not wish on anyone." asserted Asma, after a long chat and after a sincere sentence that Akbar conveyed so that Asma received the man who would be introduced to his family. "But the reason why I told you first, is because I thought that if we were together I didn't have to worry about anything, I felt like I could live with you." The sentence was ripped apart, Akbar felt like he wanted to rectify his relays, but..

"No, Asthma, you deserve to be with someone better than me. I'm far from ready to ask you. I'm still in the likes stage not yet ready, I can't promise anything to you."

"I know. Thanks for liking it so far. I'm saying, I hope you can know that by coming I am now a form of appreciating me for your feelings."

Arriving at this point, Akbar never knew if his first love and his years of feeling would end horribly. Akbar was well aware that the heartbreak did not come from rejection, but his own will. But despite consciously deciding so, Akbar felt empty at this moment. Her first love completely fails, exactly what Gian feels for Agnia.

Can he regret it today? His wise answer that previously felt right now just feels stupid.

Comeon! Asthma comes for her, appreciating her pent-up feelings by asking for advice, which in turn asks her seriousness. It's just that the answer Akbar can give is not satisfactory, really do not see it as an opportunity.

But as a man, Akbar can not give hope. Women are sensitive to hope and certainty. It's not true if he's a barrier to someone who might be better for Asthma.

Uh! Akbar sighed, shuffling his hair short. He can't be weak now. This is the best, between them there may be no other destiny but friendship. "Conscious, Akbar was conscious.." It was just that word that he repeatedly said softly, his eyes closed for a long time to neutralize his turbulent heart.

"Why lo?" the question accompanied by the grunt brought Akbar back from his obscure activities, now turning to the girl who was sitting on his sidewalk without being invited. Akbar hurriedly confirmed his sitting position, staring back at Ripda, the girl he had asked to come.

"What's wrong? I was in a hurry, so say it quickly." that sentence was very familiar, typical of a Ripda every time he was invited to meet anyone. Either really busy, or indeed his son can not linger in a crowded environment.

Akbar let out a long sigh, the first thing that appeared in his head was confusion over what reason Agnia had to suggest this girl to him, which Ripda was so unpredictable and careless. Clearly not a match for his similarly careless self.

"Seriously? Do you want to keep on being treated like this?!" ripda asked, staring at Akbar flat. It was not comfortable together like this after Agnia had asked him about his liking for Akbar.

"Emh ." Akbar sighed, his gaze starting to look serious. "Let's know I'm about Govin."

"Govin again?" Ripda furrowed her brows, staring in disbelief as she let out a frustrated sigh. "Gosh.."

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The hour hand indicates eight o'clock at night over five minutes. Agnia had already shuffled on the bed at that young hour, sitting on her knees while leaning comfortably with a pile of bolster pillows.

Akmal had just returned from the bathroom, jumped straight into the bed and laid his head on his lap. Seeing Agnia focus on her phone, it felt like she would be ignored.

Justright. Agnia just rattled her hair short, then again wiggled her finger on the mobile screen. Makes Akmal immediately frown, touching the chin of the wife. Trying to get attention. "Chattan is the same?" tanyakanya.

"Mbak Puspa." replied Agnia, without looking at it.

"What's he saying?"

Agnia turned Akmal at a glance, touching the top of her nose to the top of her husband's nose. "Repo!"

"Come here!"

"Since Mbak began to hide if open HP."

"meaning?" Agnia asked with emphasis, rounding her eyes. "You think I'm a macem-macem?"

Gaining a warning look, Akmal immediately squinted his eyes. Showing a thin grin. "Not dong.. be kidding, dear.." he said ended the kiss to Agnia's cheek.

"Mbak Puspa ngabarin, he said tomorrow there is a tasyakuran mall in his house" explained Agnia later, without needing to be asked again.

"Four months, huh?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"So we'll soon be too." Akmal said cheerfully, seemingly only aware of it. His face was tilted to kiss his wife's stomach.

"Yes. Pregnant not far away, not far away, even the birth later insya Allah not far from Mbak Puspa."

Akmal nodded faintly, his concentration falling on his stomach which was not yet how big. Smell and kiss again and again the stomach.

Silent for a moment, Agnia felt happy for no reason to see Akmal so angered with his stomach. There is nothing happier after knowing that her pregnancy was longed for and so happy for her husband, her heart immediately filled with feelings of great gratitude.

"Oiya, Honey.."

"Hem?" Akmal turned his head quickly, straightening his gaze again. When happy, he tends to be spontaneous and attentive. "Why, wife?"

Agnia who was about to ask was made to chuckle briefly hearing Akmal using the designation 'My wife. Pinched her husband's cheeks before asking his question. "Who did you meet? Govin?"

Akmal sighed, instantly recalling his chat with Govin this afternoon. Moving to change his position so cross-legged in front of Agnia. Nodding with a serious look. "Because we're talking about this, I've got something to share."

"What?"

The two men finally sat facing each other, Agnia folded her legs and narrowed the distance between the two. "What about?" ask Agnia again, while reaching for Akmal's hand.

"Actually.. Govin's part of Ulya's past."

"Yes.. I know. But.."

"Not just friends, not just admirers."

Agnia frowned, Akmal's explanation in her ear sounded rambling. Bak wants to complain but is reluctant to make bad talk about someone who has died. "What do I mean as I think?"

Akmal unhesitatingly nodded, to what extent does one's mind work? Anyone can certainly catch the meaning of his words. Yes, the story is not finished at the point of departure Ulya. He only found out after the departure of his former lover, if that day Ulya came to say his heart.

Like today, that day Govin also came to torture himself. When his grief had not been exhausted, the painful reality revealed Govin mercilessly that day. And today? The young man came to demand something that he did not understand what he was related to.

Agnia sighed, she did not expect the story behind her husband's difficulties to turn out this small. Are they brought together because of the same story? He doesn't know. But the fact is they are two people with sincere feelings who are finally driven by reality.

Agnia gave a small smile, tightening her grip on Akmal's hand. "I know that feeling. It must have been hard, knowing it after the girl's departure."