Want a Life of Heaven

3. The girls?

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...Humans have what?...

...When God's heart is turning back....

...Humans can what?...

...When the plan is only realized according to His destiny....

...What do humans have rights?...

...When the interest until rejection returned to His decision?...

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Akmal just arrived at his house. A tired face appeared after he opened his helmet, coming down from his iron horse.

"Assalamualaik." Akmal pushed open the door of his house that had not been locked. There was no answer, which meant that both of his parents had already shuffled in the room.

For a moment Akmal sat his ass in a chair, facing the dining table for a drink. Only then did he enter his room.

Rows of trophies, charters, and photos arranged beautifully seen when Akmal press his room light switch. The charter of the child model race, the coloring competition, the outstanding students, and the most numerous children's speech competition, It all seemed neatly adorned the walls of Akmal's young ash room. Some photos of Akmal's childhood, to photos with his organization colleagues also exist.

When viewed from the layout of all the objects in this room, anyone will know that the owner is a disciplined person.

...It is true that appearance, what is seen by the eyes can show a person's personality....

And look at the ranks of books neatly arranged on the study table, not to mention if you see his clothes in the closet. Some would not expect, rarely men who are as neat and detailed as that.

Akmal grabbed the towel immediately after keeping his phone and bag on the chair. Walking gontai towards the bathroom, about to throw fatigue in the form of sweat from his body.

Not long ago Akmal returned, now has changed with a more relaxed suit. Black short sleeve t-shirt and jeans.

And like most people, the first thing to check is a cell phone. Small objects that although there or not as for someone who wants to be contacted, still become a routine to be checked every second.

While his left hand is busy wiping the phone screen, his right hand holds a towel and raises his hand above the head. Moving regularly dries hair.

There was a message from Akbar that he had just opened. The message said that Akbar's brother was willing to be a presenter at the study that their organization is conducting this week. A relieved smile emerged from his face, as relieved as Akbar and certainly the other members of the organization.

Especially Kaivan, who is in charge of making banners. Spirit reported in whatsapp group that the banner design was completed, even less than fifteen minutes after Akbar informed. A picture accompanied the message from Kaivan.

The dry activity of drying the hair is complete, Akmal has saved the towel back into place. Now he is interested in chat in whatsapp group. Intrigued by the image of a banner designed by Kaivan the master of direct design, one of the members of MBI who since school years rated multimedia.

Just as Akmal's hand was about to open the image Kaivan sent, the sound of the door creaking opened unbending his intention. Now looking towards the door that appeared to a middle-aged man with a shady smile, a glimpse of the resemblance between the man and Akmal.

"Dad?" murmured Akmal while putting his phone on his bedside nightstand.

That is Sidiq abdurrahman, a man who has just turned forty-four. Experienced entrepreneurs, who since young are ambitious about starting a business. Until his current age, thanks to his hard work, Sidiq familiarizes himself as one of the richest entrepreneurs with many fields of business.

Already looked some gray hair on his head, especially this time without a peci that he usually always wears. The bandage was actually a contrast to Sidiq's face which looked much younger than her age. Some people even say the secret of his youth is the result of a shady smile that he always spread.

Sidiq stepped in, sitting on the chair he had first faced towards Akmal.

"Where was that in the store?"

"Faith, Well." Akmal brief, smiling reassuringly.

A vague suggestion pointed out by Sidiq, the question was actually just a pleasant-talk from him to Akmal. And Akmal, already understand and accustomed so answer that.

"Look, I'm here to ask for help. Tomorrow before you go to the store, please anther Mommy first."

"Where is it, Dad?"

"Where Dad doesn't know either. Just said to your mother's house. Just anterin! Decket it."

Akmal nodded. Never mind dropping off the mother, told to have a holiday to accompany her mother all day even she is ready.

Sidiq nodded, then got up. It's over with the goal to his son's room. "And.." Sidiq paused his steps, looking back at Akmal. "What I know, your mother's friend has a daughter. It looks like your age. I've met you once." said Sidiq, who made Akmal's eyebrows reflexively raised.

Akmal was a little weird to hear the father talking about 'girls'. This was clearly the first time, her father had discussed the matter.

"Tomorrow if you meet him, try talking! Who knows if it fits." said Sidiq who again and again make Akmal can not say the word.

He was digesting, did all this chatter come down to girls?

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Sunday morning, Agnia was no less bright than the sun this morning. Tubs of flowers watered by water, blooming beautifully. But this morning, Agnia was still in her pajamas. Fast-forward to Akbar's room.

Akbar immediately looked up as someone emerged from behind the open door of his room. When he found out it was Agnia, Akbar spontaneously rotated his eyeballs.

"Accbar! Take a shower!" agnia's orders, keep your mouth open despite such a temperament.

"Yes! So onion!" Akbar's response was sebai, his eyes were rounded.he was careless, the article was the third time Agnia came and ordered him to take a bath.

Which whereas Agnia herself is still tangled with her sleep suit.just finished taking care of kitchen affairs.

"Bak himself hasn't taken a shower!" akbar protest, picked up without turning his head being spoken to

Agnia grinned, it's nothing. she's just enthusiastic for today, how else? That's his natural reaction.

"Yes sorry, but only ngingetin. Tau himself, you're like how." he quipped. "Yes, I'm ready now. But you are also.. Watch out!"

"Don't come here, and you're not ready yet.."

"Yes, Ah!" Akbar sighed softly, irritated by himself for a long time.

Agnia had passed, her voice no longer heard. Makes Akbar sigh in relief, on the other hand astonished. Wonder why his brother can be so skeptical, even though he has promised. I don't know what still scares him to be lied to, they'll just go shopping!! akbar wanted to scream like that.

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"You're leaving?" ask Khopipah gently. Agnia who sat waiting on the porch of the house. "If you want to play here." said Khopipah disappointed, did not wait until Agnia nodded or agreed.

Agnia looked up, stood up from her seat and nodded. "Well, ma'am."

"Whose promise is it?" khopipah asked, his eyes suddenly enthusiastic. Hoping if the promise was made with someone special, a man meant it.

"Well! Same with him, Mom." said Agnia, just as Akbar came out of the house and stood in front of the two.

Khopipah spontaneously snorted softly, but did not get noticed by his two children. The expectations are too high, so expect more.

Agnia did make an appointment with a man, and the man was her own sister.

"It must have been a aunt at the time, right?" agnia asked, when her mother was silent for quite a long time. I don't know what to think.

Khopipah nodded immediately. "Yes, his name is Aunt Retno."

Agnia nodded, tau. He met once while eating together at the house of his mother's other friend. "Emh.. titip Assalamualaikum yes, ma'am?"

"Yes." Yeah." Khopipah nodded again, a little disappointed but tried not to show it. Don't want Agnia to suspect something.

He had hoped that this only girl would meet Akmal, his best friend's son. But a plan is only a plan, God is the absolute best destiny.

"Come on!" Akbar was ready this time, unaware of the disappointed face of the mother. Disappointment resulting from his intense desire.

Akbar is ready with the car keys in hand, for today he is ready to become Agnia's assistant. Whatever it is, as long as her brother stops tasting her.

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A black car broke into the large courtyard of Fauzan's residence. Half an hour after the car that Akbar drove and boarded Agnia sped up.

Two men got out of the car. That's Akmal and his mother, Retno. The two went hand in hand, Akmal was busy looking at the new environment he had visited.

The mother and son who had just gotten out of the car were warmly greeted by Khopipah, the happy aura Khopipah transmitted to his best friend with a hug. His eyes sparkled even more when he touched Akmal. The young man he was aiming for as a 'prospective son-in-law'.

"Come on, come on in!"

Retno happily stepped into her best friend's house. Forgetting Akmal who actually got the call, momentarily stopped his steps to answer the call.

"Where are the kids?" retno asked, when neither Akbar nor Agnia appeared. It was so quiet that the spacious house was not seen a vehicle in his yard.

Khopipah sat down after serving warm tea and snacks at the table. "They go together, don't know where."

Retno nodded. "Sibling time" he said, for then one frequency with his best friend. Disappointed. "It's a shame.."

"Sir papa. Next time I meet. But Agnia nitip Assalamualaikum just now."

"Alaika wa'alaikumussalam warahmatullah." replied Retno, which means 'may Allah's salvation and mercy be for you and for him'.

A knock rang out, Akmal appeared from the direction of the door. Just finished answering the phone call.

"Come in, Mal!"

Akmal sat down in a soft chair next to the chair his mother was sitting in. "Master, my Mother please permit me. Gotta go first. There's a call from the store."

"Is that so? Too bad." Khopipah said disappointed again, not only his children who could not be invited to compromise, Akmal also. "But no papa. Next time play here again!"

"God willing aunty." Akmal nodded, smiling.

"This is not a request yes, but an order." said Khopipah, sounding resolute.

Akmal nodded back, tersemyum. After all he had not seen the 'girls' his father meant. Seeing the figure of Khopipah who is his mother, as well as the environment where the girl lives alone has made him curious. And it's likely that curiosity will pull him back to this place.

...The environment is very important for a person, he is no less decisive about how the character of a person...

July 14, 2022