Want a Life of Heaven

36. Two romances?

Comeoverhere..

I'll teach you how to fall in love again,

Maybe you forgot..

But I don't mind exemplifying it.

Provenance promise..

To fall in love with just me.

***

Akmal asked the children to take out their stationery. Whispering something for later is reciprocated a compact nod by them. Agnia was only watching from afar, not leaving despite wanting to. Neither intention to join, reluctant to show closeness to Akmal. Sit further away, on the same terrace. With arms crossed in front of the chest.

One of the boys, named So ran when Akmal returned to whisper something. Not a real whisper, just not heard by Agnia's ears.he was just busy watching from afar carefully. Akmal turned to Agnia once in a while, then smiled as Agnia turned her face every time she sat down.

Long enough Jaidi left, in between the other children actually seemed happy either talk about what with Akmal. Agnia was disappointed by that, she should have been in Akmal's position.

Jaidi finally came back half-run, along with a large bag of crackles in his hand that somehow contained what, Agnia sighed, wondering what the child was carrying.

All the more enthusiastic, when Akmal took out several wrappers of origami paper, yarn, and other writing equipment. All divided equally, already holding each origami paper, ready to work.

Some have been self-creating, making anything they have ever tried to make. Brag to others about those who can already make birds and flowers out of those colorful papers.

Some who did not know to be flanked, noticed Akmal. Trying to digest kala is exemplified by making a replica of a bird. A faint smile involuntarily fell on Agnia's face, almost invisible. Glad he saw that kind of togetherness. It is rare to be able to handle children. But Akmal was beyond expectations, it turned out that he was capable.

Agnia sighed again, quite tired of just keeping quiet these ten minutes. Not shifting from its place or just making a sound.

"Mom Agni.. Come join.." pinta Jaidi the most beautiful student here, glanced at Agnia. told Akmal in fact.

Agnia shook her head, getting her hands together. Untasteful.

Akmal smiled back at Agnia's rejection, adorable in her eyes. It is seen if the girl tries to restrain herself from kepo.

It's such a bitch in a position like this, Agnia snorted softly. Glancing at the clock from his phone, hoping the clock will pass soon. He really wants to go home.

Somehow he still remained there, even though no one asked him to stay.

***

"Subhaanallah." cried Asma, stretching out her body, rising from the small stool she was sitting on. Very relieved he felt.. For a moment he stood up, straightening his back which since twenty minutes ago was sitting in the same position. Asthma breathed deeply, as if she could only breathe at that moment.

After his body felt better, Asma again sat his butt on the small stool. Putting back the hand shirt, grabbing a knife. The other hand grabbed one of the many stacked cassava.

In front of Asma, there are currently two cassava baskets waiting to be peeled, also a large basin that is still empty waiting to be filled with cassava that has been separated from the skin.

His hands are deft, peeling one by one the cassava. Still looks amateurish and too careful, but good enough. For her unaccustomed.

"Cape?" a middle-aged woman came, crouching before Asthma. Grab another knife. "Kalo cape, that's it. Rest.."

Asthma turned a stiff smile, looking at her mother. Of course his hands are tired, but embarrassed if he says tired while his mother abstains from saying tired with all this routine.

"Udah, let me continue.."

Asma shook her head, refusing to shift at her mother's insistence. "No. No cape."

"Caps.. Go rest there.."

"That's why you're also cape, right?"

"No.. I'm ordinary.."

Asma manyun, that's right. But the goal of coming home straight from college without going anywhere is to help. Rarely does he have time like this.

"Jas.. Continue, but be careful.."

Well, if this is how Asma is happy. Nodding, showing a smile of encouragement. His hands are not used to it, but he also has to learn. His mother's small business is unlikely to have to lose its existence. At a minimum, he knows how the process happens before it is sold.

"Sister.. Who gave you what's her name?"

"Huh?! Wait, Mom.." Asthma frowned for a moment to hear the question from the mother, digesting the question for a moment. The focus cannot be divided in two. "Oh.. Akbar it.." he said later.

"Accbar? Oho! Your friend since High School means.."

"Yes.."

"What?"

"You want to be driven home.."

Asma sighed softly, she was also astonished. Not usually Akbar forced to drive himself home. "Accarial meaning, ma'am." said Asma, his hand took another cassava to peel.

"Like you times, she.."

The mother's original speech made the Asthma hand spontaneously stop. The knife had not even had time to scratch the cassava skin in his hand. Thinking of that possibility, a moment later shook his head. Move his hands back to produce results.

"No way.." the great-grandson of Asma softly, involuntarily made a smile rise on her face.

"Why is it impossible?"

Asthma grunts quietly, just know yourself. Who is he and who is Akbar. After all the years they were friends, not once did Akbar show any liking to him. Asthma shook her head, dispelling those vague thoughts.

"You know ustadz Fauzan?" ask Asma, looking at her mother this time. "That was a few years ago his son was not married." explained Asma when her mother silently did not answer.

"Oh. you know.." The mother of three daughters nodded, different from the eldest child who could not multi tasking, he replied while his hands did not stop from his activities.

"The one who broke up his marriage because the candidate was caught cheating, right?"

"Mother.." Asthma looked at her mother's astonishment.. "Not to be stressed.."

"Yes.. Excuse me. Why mother?"

Asthma again sighed softly, for the umpteenth time the hand stopped operating. Tega once, of the many that can be attributed to Ustadz Fauzan, the event that actually imprint in memory. If Akbar knew it would not be pleasant he felt.

"Yes that.. Akbar's parents.."

"Well?!"

****

Not something special, but an improvement for Akmal. Agnia wants to walk next to him. He walked down the small road from the madrassa, towards the house of Agnia

The fun activity was Akmal ended a few minutes before the ashar adhan reverberated. All stationery purchased from his money is given voluntarily to children.

.

.

"Could you come here?" ask Agnia. Breaking the silence between them.

Akmal looked over, making sure. What a pity, that question Agnia threw out without even glancing at her at all.

"Emh.. Mother brought me here.."

Agnia sniffed softly. "No wonder.. It's a wonder why you got to go to the madrasah?" agnia said, sounding cynical. Still upset with Akmal who claimed to be her future husband. When did he say he agreed? How distracting.

"I'm told you if you're not, so I'm authorized to travel.."

"What to?"

Akmal pressed his shoulders. "No. That's.. I will." said Akmal, glancing at Agnia who was more or less shoulder-length than him. Not sure, just thinking from far away. "I just wanted to see Mommy.."

Agnia nodded, that was not what she meant. "It wasn't that." he growled, just as their eyes met. Agnia turned her eyes back. "My masud. that's.." Agnia Yeast hesitates, confused to choose a sentence. "Why do you think of me as my future husband in front of the kids?" ask Agnia, exactly a scolding. To lower his voice when offending the word of the future husband.

Oho! Akmal was wrong, about it it turned out.. The smile she could not hide, was adorable. It felt like he could if he were to face this kind of scolding from Agnia all day.

"So it's not about me meeting Ma'am?" Akmal smiled broadly, having an idea to tease Agnia.

"Not." replied Agnia, firmly. "Next time never reveal any of those candidates.."

Akmal nodded, his smile growing on his face. "That means I want to see Mommy, can you dong?"

"Whatever.. Origin.." Agnia turned her head for a moment, realizing that she had spoken wrongly. Woe to him this time. This ambitious boy can be unstoppable if he feels given a heart.

Akmal smiled with satisfaction, getting the answer he wanted. "It's like I come here every day, so I can meet Mama." he said, letting out a smile.

Uhh! Agnia was very anxious, inwardly condemning her mistake. Staring at Akmal who had stepped first at this time, after successfully making Agnia curl due to her own words.

"The present day is really scary" complained Agnia.