Want a Life of Heaven

44. All those wounds, they're precious

Adi has just returned from Raina's room, deliberately taking the time before bed to accompany her daughter.

Adi smiled, closing the door to her room. Staring at Alisya who sat daydreaming on the lip of the bed. Come close.

"What's wrong?" adi asked softly, embracing the wife's shoulder. Lately his wife looks tired and daydreaming a lot.

Alisya looked, shaking. A faint smile he showed.

"What's taking care of Raina tiring?" ask Adi. "Or should I take a leave of absence?"

Alisya chuckled, pinching her husband's stomach slowly. "Don't do.. Your job, the passion... Make a lot of money." said Alisya, smiling.

"Since when have you been realistic?"

"Either.. But I am realistic from birth." replied Alisya, raising her eyebrows. Welcomed to the naughtiness of Adi.

Silent, only Adi tightened his embrace. Put Alisya's head on her chest.

"Ehh.." Alisya raised her head. Staring Adi. "Today you never know how Raina went to school?"

"Yeah? Just like you never know what your new workplace is?"

"But.." Alisya snorted, straightening her eyes again. "False behind the insinuation.."

"Kidna.. What was Raina's first day at school?"

"Emh.. Raina happy.she pinter, her friends are also friends.. And.."

"And?" Adi scrunched his forehead, waiting for Alisya's words to be deliberately hung.

"And.. Agni is very good."

Unknowingly for the sake of hearing the name, Adi pecked for a moment. Alisya was also unaware of the discomfort to her husband, busy talking.

"Agnis.. Perfect teacher, he's good at handling kids. And the funny thing is that Raina can be immediately comfortable with her new teacher." explained Alisya, chuckling at the end of her speech. "Agnian.." Alisya looked up at the confused Adi, his sentence hanging when Adi suddenly took off his embrace.

"Mas cape, do not need to discuss this again yes." said Adi, soft.

Alisya averted her eyes, her mind trying to dig out whether what made her husband did not want to hear everything related to women in his past.

Meanwhile Adi, complaining restrained. Can't Alisya understand his position? Alisya does not realize that discussing Agnia can always skin that their relationship is successful after leaving pain in others.

And in fact, Adi can't blame anyone between himself and Alisya and turn away from each other after a warm conversation that occurred.

If you know this, Adi will definitely think back when offered to move offices. After rethinking, he felt their move to this new house was not the right decision.

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"Accad!"

"Yes, Mommy?" Akbar shuffled, when he heard Agnia's cry from behind the door of his room. Immediately turn off the computer, very afraid if caught playing games where this is the time of his peers to teach. "What?" he asked, coming out the door.

Agnia who put both hands in front of the chest stared flat, momentarily put suspicion on her sister who gave a smile as sweet as possible. "Let's eat!"

"Oh! Okay" Akbar stepped outside, immediately closing the door of his room. Accidentally adding to Agnia's suspicions.

"You're hiding something?" ask Agnia.

"No. What's something?"

Agnia throttled, staring at the door of her sister's room. "Related?"

Akbar nyengir's. "Related. One hundred percent sure."

"Ehh.." Agnia is back.

"Yes, Ma'am." said Akbar while pushing his sister's body with him, encouraging the two to quickly go to the dinner table.

"We're going to dinner, right? Let's go!"

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Khopipah was done with his dinner, rising up earlier than the others. Grabbing plates and glasses that have been filled.

Agnia who realized it immediately forbade. He himself is finished.

"Let me, Mom..."

"Grandfather?"

Agnia nodded, smiling.

"What's so cool?" agnia asked, staring at her sister flat. Then get up, grab his dirty plate. "Exception! Wash your own dirty dishes." he said, then went to the kitchen.

Akbar failed to enjoy his dinner menu, after Agnia's remark. He has to be quick, if he doesn't want to do the dishes himself. One of the two big mouthfuls of the lake, Akbar stepped quickly into the kitchen. Storing his dirty dishes in front of Agnia.

"Astaghfirullah's.." Agnia rounded her eyes, her hand spontaneously turning off the water faucet. His eyes turned to look at Akbar who was not even finished with his chewing. "Don't eat standing up!"

Akbar crouched down, swallowing the food in his mouth. Then rise with a big smile. "Udah.. Thanks for washing up, Ma'am.."

Agnia looked at Akbar's back in anxiety, not believing that her sister was in a hurry just for fear of washing one of her own dirty dishes.

"Basic sloppy.." said Agnia, before continuing her pending activities.

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Agnia grabbed a piece of tissue from the table, about to dry her wet hands. Walk back to his room.

"Mr.. Here's a minute.." Akbar who had since turned his head many times waiting for Agnia to speak, sat at the soup facing the television.

"What?" Agnia approached, not a flat look she had previously shown Akbar. Join us on the Sopa.

Akbar grinned, after a moment of silence and saw the waiting gaze of his older sister.

Agnia immediately understood, there was never a serious word in Akbar's dictionary. It's so good to prank her. His gaze was back flat. "Important or not?"

"depends.."

"meaning?" Agnia knitted her brows.

"The decisive brother is important or not.."

"Yes.. What's?"

"Actmal.."

"Stop!" cut off Agnia, but only one name she mentioned. Not yet the next words that are sure to be the core of his question. Spontaneously raised his reclined back. "You want to talk about him? Talk to someone else!" agnia said, staring at Akbar. Immediately rise from his very comfortable seat actually.

Akbar wave, he had not finished his words. Why was his brother upset first. "Mr.."

Agnia looked over once more. "This erratic mother is important or not, right? That's why the answer is so unimportant." said Agnia, grumbling as she stepped quickly, annoyed to remember Akmal's childish behavior this afternoon. Shame if someone else listens.

"Gue's wrong?" Akbar asked himself, scratching his nape.

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Akmal was sitting next to a laptop on his bed, his hand was nimble to type a few keywords and then he found the answers he was looking for on the search engine on the internet. After all, he was an exemplary student. Stay active in learning even though lately there are new things that interfere with his mind.

The murotal voice of Al-baqarah echoed in his neat room, occasionally Akmal unknowingly followed to silence, while focusing on what he was looking for.

Akmal suddenly raised his head, remembering something. His hand moved shutting off the murotal that emerged from his phone. Given this, it feels inappropriate to be accompanied by the holy strains of the Qur'an. Yes, he remembered Agnia.

Because it is not mahram, then if something happens even though it is limited to glancing with love it is still categorized as adultery. There are many types of adultery, and the most unconscious is the zina of view.

If this is the case, then it is concluded that the best way people who love is to get married. But in Akmal's case, he himself did not know whether his efforts would be successful or not, whether Agnia would open her heart or not. Dilemmas.

Akmal's hand is actively typing Agnia's name in the search field on one of social media.

Zihan Agnia Nur Fauzan's.

The name is exactly on the first order that appears. Akmal pressed the cursor twice on his laptop.

The breath came out of Akmal's mouth spontaneously.

"No posts since three years.. It must have been deleted immediately after the event." Sluggishly. His eyes then turned to look at the ceilings of his room were stretched, accompanied by a sigh again.

"It must have been hard, those days.."

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Agnia is no longer using her social media, it is enough shame that she can have to delete all the photos of herself with Adi and Alisya. No longer, no matter how many photos he had to delete after the event, not as much as gossip about his bad luck at that time, even though today all slowly forget, not so much, Agnia still did not want to come out of hiding. Let people know of women who failed to marry, or women who failed to defend their lovers, or women who are foolishly unaware of the affair committed by their lovers and friends.

All the mentions addressed to her, Agnia was sincere and chose to embrace everything. Three years ago, she learned to love all the wounds that made her more mature. All these wounds are precious.