Want a Life of Heaven

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"Aunty is in good health." said Agnia softly, after taking off the warm embrace of the Aunt.

"You too."

"Definitely.. Aunty comes to Jakarta often."

"No, Agni has to come here often."

Agnia smiled, nodding. The feeling is getting lighter because the sad look in the eyes of the aunt began to disappear slowly, changing the spaciousness of the chest that materialized from the smile and life in her eyes when talking. "Yaudah.. am I leaving?"

"Hem.."

Agnia turned to look at the mother, grabbing her hand for a kiss. "Mom, I'm ahead."

"Yes, be careful on the street, and. if you can see the house occasionally."

"Sure, I don't have to worry."

Akmal has heated the car, has been sitting in the steering wheel while paying attention to the movements of his wife. Smile as Agnia approaches. "Udah?"

"Awhile.." Agnia did not directly get into the car, still standing with her eyes wailing to look for someone. "Wait for Mas Hafidz."

"Mas Hafidz?" Akmal frowned, an exaggerated reaction but not so if considering those who could never get along. "Come home to him? the same car as us?"

Agnia chuckled briefly, before finally nodding. "Yes." Yeah."

"Mbak didn't say.."

"This one says, baby.forget me."

"Eff..." Akmal did not finish his speech, Hafidz had appeared and knew he was near them. The atmosphere that was previously normal is now contaminated with cold brought by the man, Akmal so do not know how bad the trip will be.

"Why?" Agnia turned her sister as well as her husband in turn, destroying the silence created. "Come, Mas!"

"Where are you sitting?" ask Hafidz, because that's what he's been thinking.

"I'm.free, whatever. Depends where you want to be."

Hafidz was not clear, now standing without flinching. It is as if weighing something that is actually simple.

"CK!" Agnia clicked slowly. "Jude, I'm ahead.. You're in the back seat?"

"Ehh.." Hafidz shook his head, it would be very unpleasant for his trip later. He would definitely be a mosquito in the romantic scene of the two people in front of him later, it was obviously a bad idea.

"It's Mas in front, I'm behind." concluded Agnia. "What else?" his tanyanya was anxious, when Hafidz never nodded or moved from his place. "Want to be in the steering wheel? let me be with Akmal in the backseat?"

Hafidz immediately let out his deathly gaze upon hearing his sister's question which to him sounded heartless, he was considered a driver or how. Then without saying a word, went to the car and took a seat next to Akmal. Do not be a driver was reluctant to sit in the back seat. It would still be a mosquito if that were the story.

A whimper appeared on Agnia's face, she was only joking when she. However it clearly managed to make her brother quickly decide. It is strange how trivial things can make someone think in a convoluted way.

Silent along the way, Agnia sat quietly while thinking about the reason why the two people in front of her could not get along and liquid. Busy each. Agnia became silent, trying to focus on her phone.

Not fun, if usually will tell a lot of things along the way, now he is silent like his husband and brother. Though the journey is still far away, but this already feels boring.

As soon as the dhuhur reverberated, Akmal turned his car into the courtyard of an affordable nearby mosque. Take the time to break the prayer and look for snacks. The main thing is that he wants to get fresh air after a few hours in a car with his brother-in-law who is very clever to make the situation awkward.

"I wait there, yes." said Agnia, pointing to a grocery store with a shady roof that extended to the courtyard of the mosque.

"Yes.." Akmal nodded with a face that was less excited, looked exhausted especially with the condition of lack of sleep in these few days.

"Medicine? But I'm driving, I'm drowsy." said Akmal, staring at Agnia with raised eyebrows.

"There is Mas Hafidz." replied Agnia lightly, not feeling her actions were wrong or without consideration. Hafidz looked up from his meal, looking at Agnia with a flat look.

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The car drove back, this time with a different steering wheel controller. Even the position in the car changed, Agnia in order to appreciate Hafidz sitting in the front seat next to him. Akmal was left alone in the backseat.

Agnia was busy herself, Hafidz turned her head briefly to find out what her sister was doing. The only woman in the car has been busy with her mainstay bread, having managed to open a pack. Turning his body back, facing Akmal in a warm wrap. "Darling.."

"Hem?"

"Open his mouth.."

One mouthful succeeded, Akmal took over the bread. Letting his wife calm down and sit properly in her chair. One thing that became funny was Hafidz's astonished look at the sister, never before imagined if her sister was so cute to her husband. Agnia raised her eyebrows realizing that. "What?"

Hafidz sighed, already staring back at the streets. "You are too brave in front of me."

"Hey.. Why? don't act like this in a husband-and-wife relationship is excessive." Agnia protested. "It's a stiff paste, where there's sweetness.same wife" Agnia said, sneering at the end.

Not without reason, Puspa alone who was accustomed to the rigid attitude of Hafidz, occasionally came out complaints from his mouth. About her husband who can not be compromised and firm with serious and firm fashion.

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On a long journey, Akmal fell asleep as soon as he arrived in his room, continuing the sleep he had done. While Agnia was hungry and sitting at the table took out all the contents of the refrigerator, do not know why all day her stomach was hungry always. There was no rush to wake Akmal up until the Maghrib reverberated, giving her husband a little longer to rest.

His thoughts that are still adapting about the departure of the grandmother repeatedly led him to daydreams, remembering that the new house belongs to him and the husband had never been his grandmother sambangi.

Agnia sighed, looking at the clock. His appetite was instantly gone, deciding to move on from a silent situation without anyone carrying empty daydreams in his head.

"Darling.." Agnia immediately went to the top of the bed, lazy to go to the bathroom. He even slipped his face into Akmal's chest, which he had intended to wake up.

Akmal moved from his sleep, squinting at the clock on the wall. Only then did she wrap her hands around Agnia's body, hugging for a moment to then blink her eyes and get up.

Agnia changed her position, sitting cross-legged with a matted face. "Why?" akmal asked as soon as he got the treat of such expression.

"No papa, all of a sudden it goes to the bathroom, the malls get cleaned up, and it feels like the laper keeps on."

"Usually this is what it wants.."

"No. just want to be lazy, want to be hugged, can you?"

Akmal chuckles. "Hugs? may. but I suggest you don't wait six months, or. two months."

"Darling.." Agnia glared, understanding her husband's perverted intentions. "What does hugging have to do with the same thing!"

"That's it?" Akmal chuckled again. "There dong, if the decets continue.usually ends someone woke up, and. there must be responsibility."

"Lt!" Agnia snatches her head, look at Akmal who lost his sleepiness instantly when discussing things straight. "Yaudah, I won't be whittling from now on. Satisfied?"

Akmal smiled widely, watching his wife who was sulking with that reason alone and seemed trivial. Very funny, although there is no significant boundary between husband and wife, but his wife always sulks if he interferes with the same topic. I don't know, I don't know why I'm ashamed or I really hate the topic of "Trapping.