Want a Life of Heaven

41. Various forms of affection

The day had passed, the night that described silence began its majesty. Befriend the breeze and the bustle of a brightly lit city.

Akmal just returned from the mosque, took off his coffee while walking towards his house. There were guests walking with him, they rushed over.

Basit, which the other day asked to be taught to come back. For after this, every ba'da maghrib they will begin to teach. Just two.

Akmal agreed, in order to see the extraordinary spirit that Basit showed, he gave up despite previously refusing. Yes, all have the right to learn to teach at any age they realize that desire.

The private Mushola in the back garden, which was deliberately built on a fish pond, became their place to teach. Comfortable and quiet with good lighting.

"Why, Sir?" akmal asked, realizing this man before him looked awkward.

"I.. Confused." said the middle-aged man. "It's really a first, for me."

Akmal put on a faint smile, as it turned out. "We're learning slowly, yes sir.."

Basit looked at the book of iqra' before him, located next to the qur'an. His heart was full, full of regret. Why is it that desire is coming.

"Am I still possible to?"

Akmal smiled, nodding. "God willing.. Learning to read the Qur'an is easy, the more difficult it is. practice it."

Basit nodded, looking down, his gaze falling on Iqra' which Akmal opened for him. The letters, as if calling him. Bismillahs..

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There was nothing he heard, though Agnia sat in the mosque, her ears open to hear the beautiful advice, the talk of her father. But his mind drifted somewhere. His eyes looked at everything, but looked far away. To continue questioning his will now.

"Mr.." Via patted Agnia's thigh slowly. "Big boy who didn't exist at the time?" tanyanya, while circulating his gaze. Judging one by one men in the ranks of men. True, his eyes did not find that figure.

Agnia turned her head, looking at Via. Raised his eyebrows, signalling that Via would repeat the question.

"Oh.. That, the house is not in our neighborhood." replied Agnia, diplomatically. Back to straighten his eyes.

"But that's the candidate.. Who knows.."

"Well?!" Agnia scrunched her forehead, spontaneously cutting off Via's sassy speech. "Who is that from?"

"And the rumor has spread, Ma'am.." the girl grinned, revealing her neat teeth.

Agnia sighed softly, not eager to argue or think about it. Confused what to say.

"Yes.. Indeed gossip." short Agnia.

"St.." Agnia stopped Via who had already opened her mouth, either about to say any more nonsense. "You're here to talk?"

Via shook his head, once again grinning after getting Agnia's plot. From Agnia's reaction, he already knew. The rumors are valid.

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Agnia was already sitting on the lip of the bed, staring at the table where her laptop was. These few days he has not been able to continue his routine. Lately there are those who make his head dizzy feel like it will break.

"Mr.." Akbar unexpectedly appeared from behind the door, escaping his face first.

Agnia who was right facing the door stared flat, not surprised by her sister's careless behavior.

Akbar walked in, stepped into Agnia's room when her older sister was not nagging at all. His sharp gaze was ordinary, he was already invulnerable.

"What?" agnia asked, his eyes following where Akbar was walking. Until his sister sat in his chair.

A smile did not disappear from Akbar's face, looking suspicious from Agnia's eyes. "You're playing around" he said, then shrugged, returning Agnia's stare.

"It's not a playground.."

"God.." Akbar is upset, not cool this brother. Finally breathing out. No use of a fake smile. His face reappeared.

"Mbak cape." said Agnia, in harmony with her tired-looking face. "So, please.."

Akbar sighed slowly. "It turns out.."

***

A few moments before..

A mobile phone vibrates on a nightstand, a sign of incoming calls. Akbar, who was reading the Quran, sat on the lip of the bed, spontaneously glancing at his cell phone. A moment to see what the name is on there.

"Actmal?" murmured Akbar, tumben once.

"Shodaqallahul' Adzim." The unusual call made Akbar immediately put an end to his salary. Closing the Qur'an, placing the Mushaf of the Qur'an on the nightstand. The turn of the phone he took.

"Hello?"

"Busy, right?"

"Emmm.." Akbar glanced over his nightstand. "Busy is.. Wh why? Tumbens.."

"Gini.. As your sister-in-law, I'd like to ask for help.."

Akbar chuckles. "What's? Repeat it!"

"As a candidate.."

"Stop! Stop there. Lo too confident bro!"

"Emh... We'll see.."

"Yes.. Yep.. Yep.. So what's? Ask for help, sister-in-law?" tanya Akbar, emphasizing the word 'prospective sister-in-law'

Akmal's turn chuckled softly, yet sounded. Akmal seems to really like Agnia, Akbar taste.

"Look at your brother.. Last afternoon, when I was coming home he was not angry or adamant to refuse as usual..."

"Surprise, lo! Good dong if Mbak Agni is not angry, it means there is progress." Akbar throbbed thinly at the end of his speech, inexplicably feeling that Akmal was so considerate.

"Yes such a situation could be two signs. Either there's progress, or it's too tired to keep the character.."

Akbar sighed softly, nodding though he would not be seen by his interlocutor. "Okay.. I saw ntar. But not because of your request.. It's because I'm his sister."

***

Agnia sighed furiously, her head felt like it was going to break, and Akbar had not yet left and instead discussed Akmal.

"Yes. Mommy is cape, want this day to end quickly. So that you can be with yourself."

Akbar was silent for a moment. "Isn't it better to share huh, Ma'am? It is not happiness that should be shared. Sadness too." said Akbar, sounds good but actually the origin. Whatever came to his mind.

"Then? You can what?" agnia asked softly, looking at Akbar fixedly. "Mbak still feels the same even though the story is the same you. That guy lied about us feeling better after talking. Exceedingly.. Cape to defend himself."

"But it's a family function right, Ma'am? Trying to listen, understand, give comfort. Although it does not always mean." Akbar's words now sound more sincere, not just open his mouth.

That remark made Agnia silent, right. His words seemed to negate the affection of his family. Stupidly, it turns out that we are tired, making our mouths brag without first filtering.

Akbar singed a thin smile, staring at the tired face of Agnia. I don't know what's bothering her brother's mind. Feeling enough, not wanting to add to the complicated feelings of his brother, Akbar Rise from his seat, it seems better if he let his sister is alone for a moment.

"Judek.. I'm leaving." he said as he stepped towards the door. She turned back to Agnia, who looked down at her eyes, staring at the floor of her room. Silence of a thousand languages.

"Enjoy your time.."

Chequelek

Akbar closed his sister's room slowly, complicated once he felt the woman.

"Sorry, Ma'am.. I'm not good at showing affection." he said slowly, not intending to be heard Agnia.

No different, Agnia took a deep breath, as if tight and only returned to breathing as much as Akbar. His eyes glared far, far beyond the past, and deeper than guessing the contents of the heart.

"What are you doing, you idiot!" he murmured, cursed himself. Why he is so rude, whatever form of attention it remains affection.

Akbar, although most rigid and jaim of anyone, still shows his attention. Though Akbar only wanted to ease his anxiety, but Agnia instead showed a hostile attitude.

It turned out like this, his attitude when sad brought the situation more difficult. Agnia does not like to be in debt, does not like to feel guilty. But he did make a mistake.