Want a Life of Heaven

32 Likes are likes, Love is love.

Love is like water..

Adjusting its shape to each form.

Same for me, too,

Love adjusts its shape in the heart,

The one who is you.

***

Agnia again recalls the memorization of the children's letter Al-ikhlas tonight, sitting the middle among the children who are more qualified than the lecture. It's noisy. Shut up for a moment after being reminded, for a few seconds then noisily again.

But it was no big deal for Agnia, she was already used to controlling this kind of situation. The most important thing is to be patient. Children can be very naughty but can be very obedient if they can master their hearts.

"Everything.. Looky here... Can't talk hard, can you? The mosque is not a place to talk.."

The children nodded, just like before. Forgetting and back to joking.

Agnia shook her head in astonishment, going awry. If not like this the children must be sleepy, but allowed to continue joking in the mosque is not true as well. What is certain is that children must always be reminded, who play the role of parents should not be tired to repeat the warning. Once they get used to it, it will carry over until they grow up.

"Gina? Al-ikhlas already memorized it?" Agnia asked, to one of her students.

The girl of Zain's age with a round face nodded, shifting closer towards her teacher with vigor. Ready to deposit memorization that seems already out of his head for him.

The atmosphere of the mosque as usual crowded, the chant of verses echoed in one corner, as well as other corners full of wisdom with beautiful sentences by the interpretation of the Qur'an taught by Fauzan.

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On a quiet night, Agnia had already laid her body on the bed. Already read the do'a before going to sleep in the heart, was already sitting quietly under the dim moonlight that entered through the window of his room.

The ringing of the phone widened her eyes suddenly, the already sleepy Agnia extended her hand over the nightstand.

"Hello?" Agnia answered the call without seeing who the caller was, her already sticky eyes were closed again without being asked.

"Hello.."

Deg.

Agnia's eyes widened instantly. This...

"I'm Akmal, Ma'am.."

Agnia complained stifled, keeping the phone away from her ear for a moment. It seemed like this brat was really interested in him, it was really scary. Now he was confused, what he wanted to do now to stop the business of the snot boy.

This morning he was hit by Akmal, Tonight he was on Akmal's phone, Agnia worried what if the more day Akmal's behavior became more and more. Time even gives him a chance. Even the boy already had the support of the Agnia family. This further cornered Agnia's position.

"Mbak is asleep? Am I interrupting?"

"Hhm.." gone is actually that drowsiness.

"Emh.. If so sleep well, Mother.. Please keep my number."

Agnia wanted to scream, furious. Why does this boy sound so sweet and annoying at the same time. He became a little understood why his mother could be directly bewitched by this snot boy.

Agnia sighed slowly, Four years ago, before the tragedy happened, Adi is the one who always calls him every night to just tell a lot about what they spend all day when away from each other. Agnia's heart suddenly felt slashed, if daydreaming again how Adi might just do the same thing with Alisya at the same time.

***

Morning comes, night goes. A rhythm with happiness that finally arrived after the stifling darkness passed.

Agnia did not leave her room until breakfast time. His feelings became chaotic after Akmal called him, but that's not why. It was just that the memory of Adi and Alisya made his mood plummet instantly.

Who knows, the back game makes Agnia not only sad, but feel unappreciated as a woman. Which people deserve to be lied to? even though she is a weak woman. He who has never given up his championship title since school days also feels considered stupid by the two people. It hurts so much how to imagine Adi and Alisya who are in love and think that he will not know it forever.

That feeling must be felt by everyone who has been betrayed, even those who feel may be more painful. For the sake of remembering that Agnia can refrain from complaining and drag on. What happens to others may be more complicated.

Agnia looked up, giving a sharp look. Not wrong again, surely Akbar who spread his personal information, I don't know what else his sister has spread.

"What?"

"You give me your number?"

Akbar raised his eyebrows, it turned out. What can be said, he even gave Agnia contact without being asked. "That's.."

Not finished Akbar's speech, Agnia immediately rebuked. He already got the answer.

"good. Then what else do you tell her?"

"Come, Ma'am.. Why anyway? He's not weird, is he? He's the only one who passed the selection from my many friends who like the same Ma'am.."

"What selection? You said you'd support me, no matter what."

"But.." Akbar lowered his tone after seeing Agnia's plot. "But Ma'am would never say that Mbak did not want to be the same Akmal, while I said at that time would help if Mbak told me... "

"Certainly? If you never say you don't want to be with that guy, then you want to be with him?" cut Agnia.

"Yes" Akbar briefly softly, making Agnia anxious. The spoon in his hand seemed to be struggling to be smacked into Akbar's head.

Khopipah in the kitchen sighed softly, shaking in surprise. Just how fast the night change. That night he was made to cry when he saw the sweet conversation of his two children, this morning he was actually made dizzy to hear the debate by the same two people.

***

Akmal and Akbar become increasingly sticky, even coincidentally arriving at the campus together. Like destiny again and again makes a coincidence.

Akmal turned his head, with a smile as Akbar sighed.

"Is there a problem?" ask Akmal.

"Many" brief Akbar, in the real sense but also the origin. "Oh yes.. You called Agni last night?" Akbar asked back.

"Yes. Why mother?"

"Still nanya, she's mad at me."

Getting angry? Akmal frowned, is that the reason? But Akbar himself kindly handed Agnia's number to her.

"Continue?"

"Well, not how. Later also usual again." replied Akbar raise his shoulders slowly. It's no big deal, an older sister like a mother. In anger, he still shows affection.

Akmal nodded, seemingly not something serious. Silent moment. The campus is starting to be noisy with students and students coming back and forth with their respective goals.

"But.." Akbar's eyebrows are linked, there is one question. "why are you interested in my sister?" ask her with a curious look.

While Akmal felt that the question was ridiculous as well as embarrassing, did he have to answer?

"Gue is just curious, because there are many girls who are prettier, smarter." Akbar said hanging, thinking for a moment. "Is it because he's my brother?" ask with a serious look.

Akmal smiled, the answer was definitely not.

"Serious cave!"

"It's like the question of why out of so many girls, you like Asthma the same..?"

Also true. Akbar nodded slowly. "Yes, yes." And so the question is right for everyone, and it goes unanswered by everyone. Because love cannot be defined and answered systematically. Love is love, love is love.

Akmal smiled, the question managed to make Akbar silent, I don't know what he was thinking at the moment.

Clearly Akmal could not answer, only his heart knew why he was so interested in Agnia. He has previously admitted that feeling never existed for anyone.

If so, there is only one answer. He has to fight. The fate he chose fell on Agnia, now only time can answer whether his efforts succeed or not. To be sure, all must have felt love that can make them forget the difficulty of fighting because of the beautiful image of someone who waits at the end there.

And that, happened to Akmal at this time.