Want a Life of Heaven

45. Just a kind of Akbar was enough!?!

Agnia was mopping the floor this morning, just a few steps she started. Mopping slowly with a calm face. But his calm face changed immediately, when his eyes were distracted by Akbar who was leisurely walking towards the television room. Like not caring about the floor that is still wet.

"Stop!"

Akbar spontaneously stopped, turning to the origin of the voice. "Oh!" Akbar grinned for a moment, only to realize that his brother was there.

"Your legs are numb?" ask Agnia, not shifting from where she is. Holding the mop with a flat gaze towards Akbar.

"Well?!" Akbar pretended to be clueless, making him only look stupid in Agnia's eyes.

"Can't it be a wet floor?"

Akbar once again smiled widely. "Stage, Mother.."

"You should go back to your room!" point at Agnia, her index finger swung from the position of Akbar standing up to the second floor where Akbar's room was located.

Akbar sighed, momentarily exchanging glances with Agnia who was staring at him fiercely. Then smile. "Sorry, my dear brother.. Closer to the sopa than to the room" he said, then continued his steps towards the sopa.

Agnia snorted softly, shaking in amazement. Look at the boy already sitting leisurely without looking back at him again. That's her sister.

Ignoring Akbar, Agnia continued her activities, occasionally unintentionally glancing at Akbar who was cool watching television. It was this kind of thing that personally made Agnia reluctant to accept Akmal.

One type of Akbar he felt was enough for him.

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Murotal sounds echoed in Akmal's room, beating the noise of the vacuum cleaner he was using.

Because accustomed to this kind of routine is no longer a surprise for Akmal. Look at every corner of the room that looks perfect, clean without any misplaced objects.

Towels are in place, dirty clothes have entered the washing machine, neat beds like untouched.

It was completely different from the figure of Akmal that Agnia had imagined in her mind. Akmal is not as reckless as Akbar, not as lazy as Akbar, nor as idle as Akbar.

A sigh of relief came out of Akmal's mouth, after pressing the off button on the vacuum cleaner, also turning off the beautiful murotal. It feels like there are enough cleaning activities. Time to get ready to go.

"Actmal?"

"Yes?" just at that moment her mother's voice sounded from behind the door. Akmal immediately put the tool in his hand to its original place.

"Let's have breakfast." said Retno again, when there was only an answer but her son had not come out.

"Yes, Bun.." said Akmal half-screaming.

Akmal rushed to open the door of his room, smiling at the sight of his mother still there.

"Why long?"

"You'll take care of it first, ma'am.."

Retno nodded slowly. "Yaudah, come.. I'm waiting for you."

Akmal nodded, his hands clutching his mother's shoulders. "Let's go!!" Be a pair of the child's mother walking so familiarly towards the dining table. Things Agnia probably would not have imagined also from an Akmal. Retno smiled, patting Akmal's hand gently perched on her shoulder.

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"Accbar.. Anter's going to the parlor tomorrow, yeah.." Agnia approached Akbar again, already twice she forgot what she wanted to say to her sister.

Akbar frowned for a moment. I don't know what to consider. "Okjeh.." Akbar nodded. "Tomorrow right?" tanyanya, make sure.

"Yes.. Look out yeah.. You like to forget that you're not being quipped."

"Brew!!"

Agnia sniffed softly, immediately returning to the backyard after previously getting the nod and 'okkeh' from her little sister. Continue to finish drying the delayed clothes. Didn't know if Akbar let out a grin as wide as himself. I don't know what comes to Akbar's mind, either a stratagem or a prank.

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A bustling atmosphere full of laughter filled every corner of PAUD school, Agnia was already standing at the front facing her students. The children watched her teacher while unceasingly interrupting each other, partly following every warm-up move that Agnia showed.

Today, they will exercise.

Agnia sighed softly, smiling faintly. His eyes were fixed on the two people who did not stop laughing while pushing each other.

"Doni! The son! Looky here..." Agnia stopped her movements, calling out her two student children slowly.

The two children were certainly silent when their names were called. Agnia looked gently at the two children, humbling her body before them.

"Can't push.. It will fall, you know.. Yea?"

The two kids nodded. Agnia smiled, but she certainly did not fully believe it. Will not be fooled by opportunity.

Because this incident had happened before, Agnia pulled one of them to stand apart, just in case there was no further quarrel between the two.

This isn't the first time. The two children, Doni and Putra had fought and cried not to lose hard. And that fight happened after that little joke. The children's emotions were unpredictable, they were fine and a few moments later blamed each other.

Therefore, just in case before the meeting will be better or all can be dizzy will do them.

The gymnastics was done in a fairly spacious school yard, the guardians of the students watched from the classroom corridor. Sit in the most comfortable place, roll out the mat as usual. Alisya was one of them, paying attention to the way Agnia took the best steps for her student son, Smiling faintly. Since long ago Agnia was the most clever in taking someone's heart.

"Raina's mother.."

"Yes?" Alisya turned her head when her son's name was called. Diverting his eyes from gymnastic children to mothers who have not stopped talking since. Talk about anything from starting the breakfast menu, the high raw materials of food, the difficulty of managing time between husband and child, and the latest discuss the weekly skills training of the guardians of students who have just been implemented.

"Sunday, we're here again.. We're in skills training."

"Exercise skills?"

"Yes.. So the teacher here conducts training. Sort of cook, bake a cake, knit.. Emh.. And there's parenting too."

Alisya nodded, amazed. Didn't think it turned out to be so productive that the teachers here. But it was not interesting enough for her, Sunday the perfect time to spend time with her husband and children. Moreover, his relationship with Adi feels different these days.

"God willing." he said later, smiling.

The activity was not at all interesting to Alisya, until the name Agnia was called.

"Sunday yesterday unfortunately I went straight home, did not have time to listen to the parenting discussion from Ms. Agni." said a mother with a black hijab who casually bribed a snack.

"Oiya..? Even though Mama Naya was the most enthusiastic yesterday." lead guardian other students.

"Yes.. Just the ade yesterday it suddenly cringed. Saturated like, so forced to go home..."

Alisya listened to the conversation, with her eyes not leaving Agnia.

So Agnia became one of the pioneers of that activity? Alisya sighed softly, on the other side weighing. Inexplicably hearing the name Agnia made Alisya suddenly feel like she had to tag along.

"Emh.. Sunday, huh?" alisya asked, turning back to look at the person next to her. "What time is it?"

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