Want a Life of Heaven

37. Agnia and Akbar

Akbar had just returned home, after delivering Asma, he returned to the campus in a hurry. Akbar forgot if he had an appointment with the lecturer, did not consider it when he insisted on persuading Asma to want to be escorted home. Be Akbar as he rides his bike at full speed, rushing to campus. This meeting is very important.

Helaan breathed out from Akbar's mouth, standing facing his iron horse. What should he tell his parents? Look at the motor that dented the front, Akbar was very confused. Until the existence of a foreign car in the yard of his house did not attract his attention at all.

He was dizzy himself, imagining the anger he must have received. And that's because of his mistake. Akbar massaged his neck which suddenly felt heavy, could not be avoided, he had to prepare for the diomeli right?

"Shouldn't be discovered." murmured Akbar, as his eyes darted to make sure no one saw his behavior at the time. But when he turned his body towards the fence, he was surprised not to play. Screaming a little hard.

"Well?!"

Agnia who had just arrived frowned, staring confusedly at her sister. Opening the fence of his house with a single push.

"Why? Are you making a mistake?" search Agnia, not surprised by this kind of debate.

Akbar nodded, shaking. There was his mistake, but his shock at the moment was not the reason for his mistake. Yet..

"You guys.. You're.. Both roads?" akbar asked, very dramatic. Appointing Agnia and Akmal alternately.

"Don't be so reckless.." Agnia stared intently, thinking that Akbar was teasing her. Didn't take it either, was it that easy to give up? So indiscriminate!!

"You two way?" asked Akbar again, now looking at Akmal. Agnia has stepped into the house.

Akmal sniffed his shoulders back, smiling. What's to be answered? Everyone can tell what happened just by looking.

Agnia chose to enter the house, leaving the two men behind. Not interested in longer contact with Akmal. That thing, one side made Akbar release a sigh of relief.

"Gercep, lo ya.." said Akbar, still do not believe what he saw. Justjust wonderful.. Then he held his thumb. Salutes. "Respect.."

"Wait the fuck.." Agnia frowned, what did she see just now? Back to stepping back.

Akbar and Akmal looked straight at him. Akbar in the heart of ketar-ketir, lest it be time to be scolded.

Agnia's eyes dropped onto Akbar's black pants, almost torn to her knees. "That's.." Agnia stared intently at Akbar. "Come down where?"

Akbar shook his head. "No, don't fall." he said, contrary to his awkward expression. It seems that if he is lying, even a boy can know that.

"What is the matter then?" Agnia pointed at Akbar's motor, without turning her eyes away from Akbar. Looks scary.

The one who was stared at snorted softly, it seemed as if. He wanted to ask Akmal for help bringing his motorcycle to the workshop immediately before his family found out. Catch up for this reason. It's busted.

"I.. Could explain.." Akbar smiled widely.

*** a moment ago;

One step forward was taken Akbar, he who had not worked despite liking Asthma now changed his mind. Especially after seeing how persistently Akmal approached Agnia, he was motivated, say so.

"Thank you.." Asthma smiled, getting off Akbar's bike.

"Together."

"You wanna stop by first?" ask Asthma, just talk.

"Can?"

"Well?!" Asthma was surprised, not serious. "Yes, come on. "he said again, immediately improving his response. Take Akbar to his small house, a simple house that is very far when compared to the house of Akbar. Walking first, his face implied discomfort. Why talk, he murmured in his heart.

The ringing from Akbar's phone made the two people stop again, Asma turned to look at Akbar. The man looked unhappy as he read who called out to him.

"Aah!" Akbar spontaneously distanced the phone from his ear, when Fiki was there shouting without warning. Very upset, he had not even had time to say hello.

Akbar slowly brought his phone back to his ear, making sure Fiki wasn't grieving.

"What?!" akbar asked flatly, holding back despite being eager to shout Fiki back. Because there is Asthma, he does not want to be too as it is. Feeling jaim is important for now.

"Liat clock! You forgot to have an appointment to see the lecturer today?"

Akbar's defiant face instantly turned pale hearing what an emphasis-filled question Fiki was asking. Damnit damnit!! It is even distracted by Asthma.

Asma raised her eyebrows seeing the change, had not had time to ask Akbar had spoken immediately.

"Aspie.. Not so.. I have a sudden business.. Assalamu'alaikum." said Akbar, then left without saying anything else to Asthma.

"Goddessalam.." Asthma sighed, the man started again. Very unclear.

At full speed, Akbar does his bike. Splitting the streets of a quiet but crowded city at the same time. He was like a cat hunting prey, no matter what origin immediately arrived to his destination.

To his surprise, despite his racer style, Akbar is still sloppy. In one of the alleys he chose to immediately arrive to campus. That's where the annoying event happened.

Another motorbike came from the opposite direction, Akbar who was shocked did not have time to pull the brake lever. Ended avoiding collisions between transportation, to hit the walls of the residents' houses.

The collision was hard enough that it would not be severe actually if Akbar could control his motor. But because after hitting his motorbike he was also slammed into the paved road.

Akbar got up, immediately helped by some people who were gathering around there. His knees hurt, he was surprised not to play. But his pride made Akbar not complain though.

The rider who almost collided with him appeared, himself who had braked was not injured at all.

"I'm sorry, you're not papa.."

Akbar looked up, got up and refused someone's hand. Female driver, it turns out. Akbar sighed, yasudah.. It's all been happening. But he couldn't cover up his anger.

The guilty-looking young woman headed for Akbar's motorbike, figuring out how severe the damage was.

Fortunately, the woman was also made. His hand is moving to call someone. Workshop.

"Mas, this.." the woman did not finish her sentence, when she saw that the person she almost hit was gone from circulation. Bring that dented motor with him. The woman in a short-sleeved gray shirt and jeans shook her head in wonder, it was strange that someone would not be helped in the difficult era of holding others accountable.

***

Akbar stood uncomfortably, given a look of horror by Agnia. More precisely the look of death. Akmal did not interfere, watching the two people in front of him. Look at every word Akbar said. And noticed the upset face of Agnia who was more interested when Akbar said all the origin of the creation of a dent on his favorite motorcycle.

The thin snort Agnia pointed out, really this Akbar.

"So all this happened because women, apparently." said Agnia, pressed Akbar's injured knee with her hand.

"God..." Akbar is grimacing. "Indeed.. Can't believe?"

Agnia snorted, that's not stupid!! "Yes.. This is all because of Asthma." said Agnia. "It should be if there is an appointment, remember it well." - nagged Agnia, really upset. Akbar nodded, this was what he was afraid of. And happened. "And it should be that if you get hurt, don't you have to treat the wound first?"

Akbar sighed softly, just hearing every sentence that his brother uttered. There are still many beautiful words that are not tired Agnia said, in the scolding Akbar turned to Akmal. Trying to tell will be like her fate if married to Agnia.

Akmal just smiled, did not interfere or throw a gaze. He could also get scolding if he misbehaves. One thing Akmal saw, it was adorable.

He did not mind living with Agnia, enjoying every such scolding. So sweet.