Want a Life of Heaven

29: A moment before all goes back to the beginning

Eps. 28:

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

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Agnia sits uncomfortable in the seat of the Akmal bike, hoping that the bike will reach its destination as soon as possible. I don't expect this moment to last much longer.

"Where are you going, Ma'am?" akmal asked, after a moment of silence with their respective thoughts.

"Straight, from the left-hand side."

Akmal nodded, the stretchy road making Agnia's soft voice clear in her ears.

Only those two sentences became the chatter of the two. Akmal who wanted to ask a lot of questions to Agnia was now suddenly silent when there was an opportunity. He was like being bewitched, his mouth was silenced.

As expected, he was too late. The guardians had gathered on the school terrace, just like the usual days when dropping off their children. The difference today was that without their children, only nine of the eighteen children had come.

Those dozens of pairs of eyes were now pointing towards someone who had just arrived. It was Agnia, one of the teachers of their children. But the attention was not only on Agnia, but also on someone who was piggybacking on Agnia heading there. They know the rumor that Agnia is unmarried for one and two reasons. But seeing someone drive him along broke the rumor.

The man did not look like a brother to Agnia in their eyes, therefore they looked at each other at this moment. Generally women, obviously interested in things smelling of scarcity. Herding her into a conch and not infrequently a slander that destroys everyone.

That is how women can be very despicable, although it can be very noble in fact. When the tongue is awake, it will be safe. And if otherwise, his speech will lead them to great trouble and sin.

"Thank you." said Agnia, to Akmal. Smile after getting off the Akmal bike.

"Together, Mother.. I said no.." At this time, Akmal looked directly at the pretty eyes of Agnia who usually did not want to look at him for long.

Agnia nodded, allowing. Abai noticed Akmal's hopeful look on her. Then immediately approached a dozen people who were waiting for now.

As usual, Akmal's smile was bewitching, as evidenced when Akmal also smiled at the group of guardians of the students to also leave for a moment before restarting his motorbike. Some replied with a smile, others immediately whispered questioning who the sweet man was.

"Assalamu'alaikum's chat.." Agnia gave her greetings, as she moved closer, to the group of young mothers who had refocused their attention on Agnia.

"Wa'alaikumsalaam.." they answered almost simultaneously. To then back boisterous welcome the arrival of one of these teaching staff.

"Please, Mom.. Snack, potluck..."

Agnia smiled, sitting next to one of the old disciples who gave her a seat.

"The other teacher hasn't come yet?" ask Agnia, make sure. He saw that none of the fellow teachers there had been present other than him.

"Yet.. Bu Agnia was the first." answered one of them.

Agnia nodded, did she? Signs he was in vain had been in a hurry to not eat breakfast was also in a hurry to be piggybacked by Akmal.

Hurrying is indeed the devil's behavior, with this he should next time be more relaxed, think long, also meticulous.

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"Mom, see Miss Agnia?" tanya Akbar, appeared with eyes still moving left right looking for the whereabouts of the brother. Sitting in his chair for breakfast.

"Udah went.." replied Khopipah, his hand swiftly picked up a plate of rice for his youngest child.

"Pantes aja.." said Akbar hanging, already distracted by pieces of fresh watermelon at the dining table. His hands move.

"Which father, Mom?" asked Akbar again, so his habit of killing everyone who is not in sight.

"There was. There's another guest, up ahead.."

Akbar nodded, not asking anymore. Continue to enjoy the fresh watermelon, without knowing where the juicy fruit was obtained from. He only knows how to eat, indeed.

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"Yes, be careful with the bike." said Khopipah, welcoming his son's hand kiss with a gentle swipe at Akbar's head.

Akbar's forehead frowned, as soon as his steps passed through the living room. A woman was crying in front of her father. Akbar is not strange with such events, three or four people in one month often come to just tell stories and ask for solutions. One two was even as much as this one young lady.

Akbar passed by, not approaching to kiss his father's hand for the comfort of the woman who was now getting louder.

"Life can be that cruel.." murmured Akbar origin, crossed his mind.

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"That guy, Bu Agnia's candidate isn't it..?" asked one of the guardians of the students without hesitation, since it was anxious to ask but only had a chance both when the others were busy paying attention to the skills that were being explained by other teaching staff.

Agnia blinked, she already thought that was what people would think of her and Akmal. But can't believe a mother in front of him can unhesitatingly ask that question.

"No, that.." Agnia smiled awkwardly, fearing that she would call Akmal her brother. "My friend.." replied Agnia, diplomatically.

The disciple's guardian nodded, thinking it could be more than just a friend. After all in his eyes they fit, so he thought to dare to ask directly.

This meeting discussed the follow-up course of mothers they had talked about before.

Young mothers who for the next two hours like girls because they are not followed by their children are very enthusiastic to take advantage of their short time this time to share many things. Agnia smiled happily to see those who were not stingy and continued to discuss.

Agnia who is not too good at cooking is also not good with everything smelling skill, just listen. Take a new lesson from the great women before him. In fact, these young mothers are more complete than themselves who sit as teachers. Just a turn of Parenting for the child, Agnia could say a word or two. That's expertise.

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Two hours did not seem to pass soon, in that short time they had shared many things. If you can want them to be more than two hours, mothers if they have met sometimes like to forget the time indeed. But time must be limited, because there are children waiting at home there are also other tasks that must be undertaken as a mother and wife.

Agnia sighed, after this she would be very tired of spending time by herself. He had no friends to call to spend time with.one place that crossed, Hafidz house.

To arrive at her sister's house, Agnia orders a taxi online first, with the kind heart of a mother closest to her home from school waiting for her until the invitation comes.

Shortly after a car arrived, the driver lowered the windshield.

"On behalf of you, Agnia?" ask the driver.

"Ethrift, a moment sir." replied Agnia, immediately agreed with the driver.

"Thank you, Ziva and Mommy.. Already accompanied the mother." said Agnia, smiling at the five-year-old child who was in her mother's arms. Agnia then took out a lollipop the size of a child's palm from her bag. "This is a gift for Ziva.."

"Together, Miss Agnia." answered Ziva's mother. "Come, tell me what's the love for the teacher?"

"Thank you, teacher.."

Agnia nodded, smilingly pinching Ziva's cheek softly. Before finally entering the car.

From afar, a man from inside his car was fixated for a moment. Since then ascertained the accuracy of his eyes, now he was sure.

"That's really Agnia." she said, a little distrustful of what she saw after a few years.

The woman, it turned out fine. The man's lips turned wide, but the sadness in his eyes was still evident.

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Spoiler; 30 Eps

"Make what, Mom? Is he still important to us?"

"You know better if he's still important to you or not."

"No, I mean... Does he always have to be in our relationship? He's important to me, but that doesn't mean he should be in your heart.."

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