Want a Life of Heaven

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Evening tasyakuran, treats on the dishes presented. Food is prepared, guests arrive. Hafidz's spacious living room was spread out entirely by carpet, sopa and tables were evacuated to other parts of the house first. Zain was running around here no matter what event was about to start, he was just happy with the crowd.

"So not papa?" while the commotion of the guests out there, as well as the noisiness of the treats were arranged in such a way, Agnia was troubled by her grievances.

Puspa smiled, shook his head slowly. Replying to Agnia's worried gaze. "Not to worry, but.." Puspa emphasized the word 'but, pausing for a moment. "It does not mean to be fully relieved, your content is still weak even though you have no complaints. Better be careful! Don't move too actively and reduce strenuous activity."

Agnia sighed in relief, then nodded in understanding. "Yes, Mommy."

And do not ask about Akmal, when his wife took the time to consult, he had joined with in-laws and his brother and sister-in-law.

The neighbors, the orphans around, also some Ustadz acquaintances Fauzan invited. Until someone is fat, with a long robe with a young man who may have his son come. All of course can guess, if he was an ustadz just from the makeup and the greeting. Very typical of a speaker.

Fauzan immediately welcomed, the more obvious it was that the man was his acquaintance. Akbar, also Hafidz followed in a friendly manner. Until the turn to greet Akmal, the old man's face changed slightly. Menby Fauzan. "This is Agnia's husband?" tanyanya, which immediately makes Akmal a target of the young man's view with a look of alim next to him.

"Flame, Mas." answered Fauzan, looking invisibly at someone he called Mas.

"What's his name?"

"Akmal." replied Fauzan, then turned to the son-in-law. "Akmal, meet this father's friend at the cottage first. His name is Ustadz Soleh."

Akmal smiled, nodding kindly. It was fitting that he felt familiar, after all Ustadz in front of him was already poor across and often he heard his name.

"Oh.." Ustadz Soleh nodded, smiling faintly. "nyantri used to?"

Akmal shook his head, for some reason being in front of this man made it difficult to talk. "I'm.."

"Oh.. fast! if it is so clear.. Wong your daughter's taste is indeed a man like this." she told Fauzan, chuckling. Either meltedek or what. What is clear is that Akmal's sentence at that time was not finished and cut just like that, making it so unpleasant.

It felt like being ignored, so Akmal felt uncomfortable being there. But this is a risk for him as the son-in-law of ustadz, if he can not compensate then this is how he is. Has no influence at all, tends to be meaningless.

"I'm sorry, father." the young man approached, saying with a faint smile. Instantly disperse Akmal daydreams. "Meet me, I'm Fadil" he said as he reached out.

"Ah, greetings know. I am Akmal.."

"By the way, I'm sorry for my dad. He is, don't take heart."

Akmal frowned as soon as the young man named Fadil apologized, if this is clear there is a separate motive why the phrase pitched it he got. It was clear what reason he still had to ask.

...

That night it was shahdu, the wind blew softly accompanied by an ambushing cold. The sound of the little animals retaliating, added to his martyrdom tonight.

Akmal hugged Agnia towards the car, the event was completed since nine o'clock. But they were cool to talk until the night that began to stretch is just going home.

"Damnit.." Puspa tailed, his hands tore a typical white crackle medicine place. Making Agnia instantly remember, smile and welcome the helping hand of her sister-in-law. Forget vitamins and blood-added tablets given Puspa. "Thank you, Ma'am."

"Yes.. Oiya Agni, what do you say Ma'am! Manage stress, set your diet, and do not like to move suddenly. Yea?"

"Yes, Mother.."

"And one more.." Puspa smiled, bringing his head closer towards Agnia. "Watch your husband, don't let him ask for rations" he said half-whispering, but Akmal still heard.

Agnia did not budge for a while, not knowing how to answer. Immediately turned to Akmal briefly and then looked back at Puspa who was now smiling to tease him.

Akmal smilingly got Agnia's gaze, tightening his embrace. "Safe, Ma'am. I'm not macem-matem about the utun." ideally, which is not helpful but actually makes Agnia even more embarrassed. Directly elbowing Akmal's arm slowly, staring dislikely at her husband's spontaneous response.

"You guys.." Puspa chuckled at Agnia and Akmal who looked at each other with their respective intentions, one gave a warning and the other was not as tempting. "Yaudah.if you don't want to go here, you better go home. And careful.."

Almost eleven o'clock at night, the two men had to drive against the cold because Akmal did not want to stay overnight. It's delicious, Akmal doesn't want to take any chances. To be with Hafidz is definitely a nightmare for him, he will not want to even be persuaded.

The situation in the car was silent, Agnia as usual was glued to her favorite night scene. Akmal looked at it briefly, then smiled faintly. "Mr.."

"Hem?" Agnia flinch without turning her gaze, instead sighing admiring the atmosphere of an amazingly pleasant night in this late hour.

"Do you know Ustadz Soleh?"

Agnia immediately turned her head, stopping her activities when the name was called. "Why is that?"

"I'm.just curious. It's the first time I've met Ustadz Soleh, but I don't know how I feel. But he's not happy with me, you know why?"

Agnia gave her lips a moment, thinking of the best way to explain the long story related to the figure her husband asked.

"Well?!"

"I mean. propose to his son."

"Fadeil?"

"Yes.."

"Continue?"

"I refuse." replied Agnia briefly, looking at Akmal with a slow sigh. "So if there's anything unpleasant about them. You have to understand, it's because of me."

Akmal nodded in understanding, now it was clear how the ramahan was created. Reply staring at Agnia gently. "This is amazing, you know.it turns out that Mbak rejects it a lot. I know someone has been the same fate as me."

"No, baby, when I refused them I was not ready to open my heart. That's not even a pride, don't talk about it."

Akmal smiled, turned his head over the maniacal Agnia and suddenly became upset. Though what he said should not be offensive at all, but Akmal had no choice but to admit the mistake. "Yes, I'm sorry." she said later.

Agnia immediately ran towards the kitchen as soon as she arrived at their home, followed by Akmal who was anxious himself as well. "Be careful, dear.." remember Akmal, pull on Agnia's arm immediately. He made the woman walk slowly beside him.

Only a grin can be singled out Agnia, sorry-sorry, she still often forgets if she is pregnant.

"Well you drink?"

"Udah."

"Good.." Akmal approached, bowing his body to then carry the bridal style Agnia. "Because Mbak is careless, from now on do not go up and down the stairs unless I'm the fat one" he said indisputably.

Agnia did not argue even though she was worried if she really could not go up and down the stairs unless carried, did not argue because currently the objection or debate is not important. Besides being treated like this it feels good, Agnia did not stop smiling even until she arrived in the room, and her butt was united with the mattress. Immediately cross-legged, looking at Akmal with a smile. "Thank you, honey.."

Akmal smiled back, spontaneously dipping Agnia's cheek slowly. Suddenly it made Agnia remember what Puspa said, until when Akmal was about to throw his kiss back, Agnia spontaneously distanced her face.

"Why?"

Agnia shook her head, immediately got up from her seat. Out of the Akmal. Walked quickly to the bathroom, leaving Akmal astonished, not understanding what had just happened.

Akmal waited in front of the door impatiently, until the moment Agnia opened the door, her hand came up.

"What?!"

Akmal frowned for a long time while looking at Agnia's eyes, as if confirming something. For a long time, he pulled Agnia to sit on the edge of the bed while he stood with his hands folded in front of his chest, pretending to be angry.

Agnia chuckles, having no idea about her husband's behavior but feeling this is just funny. "Why the?" ask her with a sinless face, while trying to pull Akmal's arm.

"I should have asked! Why did you refuse my kiss?"

"Astaghfirullah's.." Agnia sighed, her expression turning sour. "Seriously? About this?"

"It's about important, don't look at me like that!" Akmal showed a serious face. "Why did you refuse my kiss?"

Agnia complained inwardly, asking that question repeatedly made her uncomfortable. Isn't another discussion more important than that?

"Hem?" Akmal charged for the answer, pulling his wife's chin.

"It's not a sham, but a coincidence. Not intentionally. It's time to sleep, right? So we have to wash our faces, so.."

Akmal throbbed, in disbelief. Immediately cut out Agnia's sentence. "It just so happens. or is it actually that you're afraid of me? Huh uh?!"

"Yes." Agnia replied without hesitation, sighing in annoyance. Already know the answer is still asking too, now delikannya out. "Because of that, there's a better way!"

Akmal now smiled widely, not to be disappointed. Grabbing both of Agnia's cheeks, making the face look up at her. "His cut, why is it that scared? I'm not a forger, if I want to. I don't do it, without consent." she explained with a seductive smile, which succeeded in producing a pinch of the wife into her stomach.

"Udah, yes, don't be afraid. I don't want to be every day." Akmal chuckled again, liking his wife's ungodly face every time he discussed taboos. "Except.." Akmal returned with a smile, his gaze deliberately dropped on Agnia's lips, intending to disturb his wife who had been tired.

Agnia threw Akmal's hand from her cheek, staring at the sepals with perfect manyun lips. "What did I say? Don't whack! There ah! Wash your face, I'm going to bed.."

"Yes. Yeah.." Akmal once again chuckled, peeking at the top of Agnia's head and then headed for the bathroom. Not trying to make his wife more upset.

Agnia sighed instantly, she was not kidding when she said fear. Anyway, sitting alone is scary. Intimacy is not based on plan but opportunity. Uh! indeed, the men will not understand.