Want a Life of Heaven

42. They back?

The sad song that started the morning kicked back,

Being the opening of every regret in the chest

A wound that has been buried for a long time.

A pity..

Your arrival is capable, though,

Reawaken the old wound I deliberately locked.

***

A smile returned from Agnia's face, already feeling better. In hhidu, humans are not given much choice but to live and be happy. Sadness is short enough, stop for a moment to then fly swept by gratitude.

This morning, everyone regrouped at the dinner table. Chairs that were usually only occupied by three people now increased by one. It's the third day of the week so the head of the family has a free day.

"Well eaten?" asked Khopipah, to his daughter who had been inching, breakfast menu on the plate toilet.

Agnia nodded, then got up. Bringing dirty dishes to the kitchen. Seeing that Akbar ended his breakfast. Quickly scooped the last mouthful from his plate. Digesting in a hurry, ending with a glass of water that he drank one breath.

Khopipah was astonished by the behavior of his youngest child. "Slow down." he said, reminding. Very careless, hasty attitude is identical to the whisper of the devil.

Unheard, Akbar focused on his affairs. "I'm leaving, yes ma'am." she said, ignoring the warning gaze of her mother. Fauzan, however, was not disturbed. Continue the breakfast quietly. Welcoming Akbar's hand for permission.

"Be careful.." Khopipah leaned in his face, half-screaming. Make sure your child hears.

Agnia came back from the kitchen, grabbed the tissue on the table, dried her hands. His eyebrows go up next door. Looking towards the departure of Akbar.

"Why, Mom?" ask Agnia, turning to look at Khopipah.

"Your sister, mess him up.."

"Oh.." Agnia brief, it's not a strange thing anymore to mean. Akbar is a ruffled monk.

Agnia returned to her room, reviewed the thin lipstick, pecked herself in front of the mirror, carried the bag, then walked out of her room. Ready to go.

"Lho!" Agnia was a little surprised, when she came out she found Akbar who all thought was in a hurry to leave for campus was still sitting on the terrace. Sit comfortably in a chair.

Akbar. "Old!" his weakness. He who suddenly cut short his food was afraid of leaving Agnia instead had to wait.

"Who told you to wait?"

Akbar sighed, got up. No one asked him to wait, really.

"Come on! I'm anter.."

"wasn't.. Uh.." Agnia just remembered, Akbar motorbike has been repaired since yesterday. He did not continue his words.

"The motor has been repaired. Remember?" tanya Akbar, imitating Agnia's speech style. While stepping towards the bike that has come out of the cage.

Agnia. "Yes. Forgot.."

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Akbar went straight to the MBI room upon arrival at the campus. Hope to meet someone there. Walk quickly, while tidying her hair slightly tangled because of the helmet.

"Assalamu'alaikum." said Akbar, knowing in the room there was someone else. Some shoes are neatly lined up on the shoe rack.

"Goddessalam.." All who were relaxing in the room turned their heads, answering Akbar's greeting.

Akmal and Fiki are the two occupants of that space. Sit in a chair, talk to both. Others are busy reading books, struggling with mobile phones, some are making discussions. Ardi.

The room was like a second home for them, comfortable and open to all its members without exception. Only women rarely go to the room, because it is impossible to be comfortable sitting dominated by the virgins joining it.

Akbar chose to sit down, united with the carpet. Sitting not far from Akmal and Fiki.

Fiki sneered at Akbar's agitated face, instead of asking he thought of teasing. Looking at Akmal for a moment, he looked back at Akbar. The grin appeared.

"Diem lo!" Akbar glared, hitting Fiki's thigh with the tip of his hand. Trying to maximize the pain given.

"Aw.." cried Fiki, Akbar succeeded, Fiki stroked the former tabokan Akbar on his thigh.

"Racaine lo!"

Fiki hit Akbar's head back. His hand again stroked his thigh without sin, the pain in his thigh felt durable. Feels piercing.

"Rude, lo! KDRT.." said Fiki, staring fiercely at his gelatinous friend. "Gue report to the KPK just found out, lo.."

"To the police, stupid! Or not to komnas HAM. KDRT is reported to the KPK."

"Will it?" ask Fiki, relax. Just like to provoke Akbar's anger which is very easily ignited by these emotions. Akmal next to them just smiled, not interrupting these two guys who were exactly Tom & Jerry.

"Yeah.." Roots end the argument, totally free. There will be no end to debating Fiki that will be more enthusiastic when he is upset.

Fiki smiled winning, getting up. Akmal Staring.

"Gue stay, yeah.. Be careful to chat with her" said Fiki, accompanied by a crisp laugh. Pat Akmal's shoulder slowly. He got the call of nature.

Very anxious, Akbar wanted to shake the head of Fiki if he had time, his friend had already run away from his jangakau.

"Patience." said Akmal, patting Akbar's shoulder slowly.

Akbar took a deep breath. I have to be patient, really.

"Oiya, how's..?"

Akbar frowning. "What's how?"

"Mother Agni.."

"Oh.." Akbar chuckled, "What a weird thing, you sure you're going to marry the woman you call Mommy?"

Akmal sniffed his shoulder. "Why? he's my older brother from Temen.. Not a wife yet."

"It doesn't mean it yet.." Akbar smiled widely. I don't know why he could not act this relaxed after knowing the match between Akmal and his brother.

"We'll see." said Akmal. Relax, with its special character. It would be wrong if Akbar thought of teasing Akmal and upsetting the man. Akmal is not that easy to drop. "But from now on I can call my dear. I have no problem.." said Akmal again, pulling down his eyebrows. turned to provoke an unexpected reaction from Akbar.

"Yeah!" Akbar. Not accept Agnia as a place to be halu, even though by Akmal who has been confirmed as a prospective son-in-law by his parents. "It doesn't make any difference to Fiki..."

Akmal smiles. "Kidding.."

Silent between the two, the noise came from those who had their respective discussion rooms. Akbar was silent for a moment, his restless face came back into sight after a moment of silence.

"Why?" ask Akmal. "Your face is not friendly.."

Akbar even sighed slowly, proving there was anxiety in him. His eyes glared far away, weighing. Should he say something that runs through his heart?

***

Akbar stopped his bike in a normal place, in front of a stall not far from the PAUD school where Agnia was teaching. Already familiar with the owner of the stall is also a security guard that this early is ready in the stall.

"Morning, Miss Agni." said the security guard. A glass of coffee that stayed half in front of him.

"Morning, Sir.. Ms.." replied Agnia, not forgetting to greet the shop owner who was smiling at her.

"Emh.. Candidate, Mom?" ask the security guard. Remember the man who confessed that.

Agnia frowned in a flash, astonished. Then then shake. "No. That's my brother sir." he said with a smile, Akbar from the bike was also amazed

"Oh!" the security guard smiled. Then look at Akbar. "Yes yes.. My fault, means the real one who yesterday picked up Miss Agni right? Yesterday said that, because.."

Agnia smiled awkwardly, looking at Akbar. Trying to tell her if that's what her friend is like. It's a pleasure to claim without evidence and recognition from the other side.

Akbar put his helmet back on, after Agnia decided to go to class, so he decided to go home.

When the helmet was on the head, not yet the motor was turned on, Akbar failed to focus. Of the several mother and child couples who came, Alisya's face with a daughter was the only one that attracted attention.

Sculpting for a moment, Akbar now knew why Agnia was moody all of a sudden. Those two people are the reason. Really, let alone Agnia not even Akbar was speechless.

They return..