Want a Life of Heaven

28. Can I piggyback on Agnia?!

And this destiny that brings this closer together,

I am grateful for him..

In the end it was realized..

My Istikharah boils down to you.

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Agnia had just finished her morning prayer, sitting solemnly on top of her well. Reciting some do'a that begins istighfar, tasbih, tahmid, takbir, only after that outlines every do'a that comes to mind.

His eyes closed, just before he spoke Aamiin. There seemed to be a do'a that he most underscored among the other do'a.

After she finished seducing her Lord, Agnia rose to tidy her prayer utensils. Hurry up to do another morning routine.

The locked window was the first thing he approached. Agnia took a slow breath as the cold gust greeted. Breathing in the air ahead of morning like this was indeed incomparable.

"Asbahna 'ala fitratil Islam.. Wakalimatil Ikhlas,

Wa 'ala dini Nabiyina Muhammad Sallallahu 'alaihi wasallam..

Wa 'ala millati abiina ibrahiima..

Wamaa ana minal mushyrikin.."

Do'a that is the opening of the day in every morning, when he saw the sun still greet from the eastern horizon. Signifying a sense of great pleasure for the life that is still residing in the body, also signifies his surrender to Islam perfectly in the religion of our apostle Muhammad Sallallahu 'Alaihi Wasallam. Also on the religion of the prophet Ibrahim 'Alaihi Salam who leaned (Islam). Also the purification that the self is not someone who is idolatrous.

Beautiful indeed, which if the do'a is spoken with all my heart then it feels airy this heart responds to the hustle and bustle of problems that queue.

The routine activities of morning mothers are not far from sweeping, washing clothes, washing dishes, to struggling in the kitchen even though nature is still covered in dark. That's what Khopipah did, already wrestling with this early frying pan and pot. The non-strange Agnia saw him not budging as he went to the kitchen to grab a drink.

And surprise.. This morning Fauzan, his father, three children, was sitting at the dinner table with his wife who is a cook. Just got home last night after filling out a lecture invitation. Busy indeed, therefore he who has free time at home always try his best to spend time chatting with his family.

As for Akbar, this early morning was already glued to the television, this time hearing the morning news. Once the focus does not think about anything else, do not move like sitting on the adhesive, according to his habits, Akbar will only rise after the gossip event begins.

Agnia walked through the stairs, towards the three rooms that were on the top floor about to clean the room one by one. His parents' second room became the first, after which Akbar's room he went to.

Agnia was astonished, when the room was like a broken room. Blankets on the floor, books on the bed, cell phones under the pillows. This scene made him think about how his sister actually slept. Not to mention when the two-door closet in Akbar's room was opened, the clothes that Agnia last saw neatly were now two or five times as messy. Irregularly, ********** are on top of the pile of shirts, pants just like that are put into the closet without being folded.

Thus Akbar, that is why Akbar can at any time ask for ironing clothes on his mother or sister, despite the fact that the actual clothes never enter the closet unless they have been ironed first.

"Hehe.. No need to be tidied up, Ma'am." said Akbar with a big smile. Of course the news that he had been monitoring was finished, and when he entered his room he was presented Agnia who had been racked waist facing her closet which was wide open, displaying clothes that were unusually messy.

"Not to be drugged, Ma'am... Let me do it later." he said originally, when Agnia looked at him irritatedly.

Agnia's eyes were enlarged, completely inexhaustible. At the age of twenty-two his sister was still childish.

"Who wants to dress up your clothes?" ask Agnia flat. Really, that question doesn't need an answer.

"You have to clean everything up." said Agnia again, gesturing that what must be cleaned is this whole messy room. Agnia melengos, urung clean Akbar's room. Bring another broom and vacum cleaner with him. He is no longer excited.

Akbar sneered, feeling that nothing should make his older sister upset.

"For menstruation as it were." said Akbar after Agnia from behind the door. Really, if there was still Agnia, Akbar would not dare to say that.

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Agnia sighed, for some reason it felt like her routine just now. After all, after seeing the contents of Akbar's closet he became sensi, the desire to open all the cabinets in this house just got up.

The sun was getting higher, the warm spot went through the window. Making Agnia interested out to the balcony of her room that had been splashed by the eyes of the day.

Smile painted on his face, usually he used to spend the morning there to just enjoy the warmth of the morning sun accompanied by a cup of hot tea.

The beauty and comfort were negligent, Agnia who forgot to be afraid of occupying the room now unconsciously spent fifteen minutes sitting barefoot, hugging feet, hugging legs, staring at the almost cloudless clear sky on the balcony of that room.

But as if something had been forgotten, Agnia frowned suddenly. "Astaghfirullah.." cried Agnia, accompanied by a disappointed sigh. He remembered having an activity today. There is an appointment with the guardians of his students at eight o'clock.

And now it's almost seven o'clock, can it be ready on time? Her thought.

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There was something that made Akmal excited this morning, Retno, the mother suddenly told him to deliver a basket of fruits to Agnia's house. The fruit is a fruit that was brought directly from the village by Mak enih, the household assistant of the Sidiq family who had just returned home.

Gladly seen from Akmal's face, his lips did not stop smiling all the way. Although the smile was very thin, it was almost invisible. It seemed like he was already bound involuntarily, bound by the charm of a girl who was three years older than him.

Warm greetings as usual Khopipah show when he arrived, he who was watering plants immediately sparkled when he saw Akmal coming down from his motorbike. Staring with affectionate bachelor who kekeh he considered his future daughter-in-law.

"Assalamu'alaikum's chat.. Auntie.."

"Wa'alaikumsalaam's chat.. Warahmatullah.." replied Khopipah who had ended his activities with a water hose. Smiling as Akmal grabbed his hand, kissing the back of his hand respectfully.

"You're here?" ask Khopipah, "A message from your mother?"

Akmal nodded, revealing his ultimate smile that was able to tear down the desolate souls of the girls as well as the hopeful souls of the would-be in-laws. Merely, that smile had not quite destroyed Agnia's defense of heart.

"Yes, aunt.. This is a delivery from Mother."

"Maa shaa Allah.." Khopipah received one basket of fruits with pleasure. "Thank you to your mother, yes.."

"Surely aunty." Akmal replied "It's like that, I'll go home.."

"Lho! Didn't stop by first?" khopipah asked, seriously asking not just pleasantries.

"I have.." Akmal said hanging as Agnia's voice rang out from inside the house, shortly hurriedly walking out without looking around, focusing on checking the contents of her bag.

"Mom, I'm leaving.. There's the same group of children's guardians.. It's too late so.al.." Agnia's unfinished sentence turns now, only to realize there's someone else there.

"Have breakfast?" ask Khopipah.

Agnia shook her head, giving a smile. "Simple, it'll be there." replied Agnia, making her mother stare at the warning. "I'm in a hurry, it's too late. The show is starting soon. "

"May I take you..?" tanya Akmal hesitated, about to call Mbak but he felt no need.

Agnia turned her head immediately, as opposed to Khopipah who nodded without thinking anymore.

"Can.. You're in a hurry, right? Let Akmal take it."

"But deket, ma'am." as much as possible Agnia wanted to refuse, but her arm was meaningless in front of her mother now.

"So much faster. Huh yeah?"

Agnia finally nodded, after a moment of hesitation.

And succeed this time Akmal hugged Agnia, complete the happiness of Akmal this morning. Also complete was Agnia's annoyance in the same morning.

If not keeping his marwah in front of the two people in front of him, Akmal might have jumped for joy. His desire to piggyback on Agnia succeeded this morning. But whether with his desire to marry Agnia, will it be realized anyway?