Want a Life of Heaven

46. Do you want a grandson?

Agnia's mood was at its best, undisturbed by Akmal's sudden presence or Alisya's unexpected presence.

It turns out, only after feeling a few stressful days will one realize how wonderful his days have been.

Friday prayers ten minutes ago finished, the worshipers disperse regularly. Akbar's voice was heard all over the house. Agnia rushed to take ablution and dzuhur prayer.

It's still half an hour to one o'clock. The sign still has time to relax before going to the madrasa.

Agnia was still relaxing on her bed, sitting with a blanket she pulled up to her waist. His hand was holding the phone, his finger was rubbing up and down the phone screen while his eyes were fixated on staring at the small lighted object.

There is no special message that he received, counted three years ago his phone tends to be quiet. The most active send messages only the operator. Any contact that you normally have counts fingers.

At first Agnia just wanted to disappear for a while, not socializing the media, not showing her face. But it is as easy as it turns out that humans forget. He has not used his social media since.

But today, Agnia was astonished when there was one notice there. His eyebrows shot up, to be honest, shocked. His hand opened his account again. Last time, only cosmetic account notifications followed. It must be the same now, he thought.

Unexpectedly, the presence of a message from someone unexpected made Agnia astonished herself by staring at the screen of her phone. The love bomb on his old posts accompanied by a message. The message has been sent since yesterday.

Don't be angry, Ma'am.. The old photos I saw. 😁

Agnia sighed softly, imagining Akmal's face if saying that sentence directly.

"Don't make people afraid not perfect like it." said Agnia, as if nagging her phone.

"Not on the phone, instagram, pops up all of a sudden.." Agnia snorted annoyedly, herself becoming dumb. Immediately stepped towards the window, pulling the curtains. Thinking strangely about what if the boy was watching him from somewhere. Sometimes fear leads to stupid thinking.

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One module book was in the hands of Agnia, Aqidah Akhlaq. Agnia walked to the back table, then back to the front. Dictate some topics for children to write in their respective books. Haven't explained.

The sixth grade children he held were so calm, listening and not talking much.

"See everything!"

Agnia took a marker, wrote a verse of the Qur'an on the board. The children immediately copied it to their respective books, a little noisy even though the teacher was not finished.

"Seeh harakat! One can also make the meaning different. Understood?"

"Understand, ma'am." the boys nodded compactly, the sound of some boys starting puberty was obvious. Creating a distinctive sound combination.

Agnia took a moment, as her disciples copied the Qur'an. Watching the sixteen students one by one, smiling.

Before long his eyes turned to the crafts of origami that the other day made children with Akmal. The origami paper made in the shape of the bird was hung on all the window sills. Unknowingly a smile slanted on her lips. Intention indeed, and that little thing sweetens the room. Creating a different atmosphere.

"Mrs Agni.."

"Yes?" Agnia turned out to be involuntarily daydreaming, smiling. "Have you?"

Getting a nod, Agnia again stepped towards the blackboard. Time explained. For a moment his eyes glanced back at the window. Somehow the little thing once again drew his eyes to turn back to him just like that.

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"Be careful.. Can't be a chase!" Agnia pulled back her hand that one of her students was about to kiss, giving a warning.

"Ready, Mom."

"Judek.."

The children had run away after kissing his teacher's hand, impatient to go home. Agnia came out the very back. Smiling at their happy laughter, seemed to loose without any burden. And it should be.

The sunny weather today, for some reason Agnia actually evokes the memory of the past day, of how amazing destiny that brought her to this day. Agnia sighed softly as her steps were certain.

Three years ago, when all that was left was shame, he hesitated about tomorrow. There is no plan, hope, or shadow. To be able to survive that day alone was already incredible enough. But in this day, though still with the same fear. At least Agnia had one and two things that made her happy. And that feeling is precious.

Agnia squinted for a moment, then smiled when she recognized the owner of the striking clothes. Stepping slowly, while Nur who came from the opposite direction walked quickly. Menjing big bag.

"From madrasah, huh?" nur asked upon arrival in front of Agnia, his eyes looked enthusiastic. Both of her hands held Agnia's hand, as if knowing that Agnia would quickly feel like avoiding her.

Agnia nodded. "Yes, Mother.."

"Mother from your house, you know.. Ordinary affairs of mothers." said Nur, explained without being asked.

Agnia nodded again. "Where are you going now?"

"Emh.. Still have to go around actually." replied Nur. "Oiya. There's only one question for you. "

"What, Ma'am?"

"Why don't you tell me? You know, you don't tell me at all..."

"News?" Agnia frowned, feeling what Nur meant smelled unpleasant. Smiling awkwardly. "What story, Ma'am?"

Nur smiled widely, patting Agnia on the shoulder. The patted one still did not understand, Agnia knew Nur was indeed different, crumpled and strange, but what this time?

"Don't be shy.." Nur raised his eyebrows.

Agnia smiled snickly. "What is it, Mother?"

Nur curled his lips down, disappointed. Looks like Agnia does not understand the direction of the chat.

"That's... Some days I've seen you being piggybacked on a guy. That's... Your future husband, right?"

Agnia of course shook her head quickly. "No, Ma'am.." His eyes were round, convincing.

"Yeah? But your mom said that.." Nur smiles at Agnia's panicked face, not knowing if Agnia is really serious about Akmal who is not her future husband.

"Well?!" Agnia blinked, is that how her mother wanted to make Akmal as a daughter-in-law? If Nur had been told, it would have been a final verdict. After this, there will definitely be more rumors circulating.

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Agnia immediately ran up the stairs upon arrival at home, rushing towards her mother's room. Just break through when the door of her room opens.

"Mom.."

Khopipah who was sitting with the qur'an in his hand then looked up, closed the first Qur'an that he read. "What dear?"

"So Nur's mom came here?"

"Yes?"

"And I said to Akmal.."

"Yes." cut Khopipah. Smilingly.

Agnia sighed furiously. "But why, Mom?"

"Don't you yourself give the right mother to fully choose a future husband, meaning free mother dong?"

"Yes.. But I never said I agreed, Mom. Same with her."

"Wait for you to agree it's a long time. I want to have a grandchild of yours soon."

Agnia sniffing. A granddaughter? His mother even talked about grandchildren. I want it to feel like Agnia is yelling, how upset.

"And don't call Akmal 'him'. Call her name.."

Agnia took a deep breath. Looking towards Fauzan who just came in.

"Dad.." his yank.

Fauzan. "For this one, I'm not following along." he replied diplomatically. Agnia Manyun, did not know if the answer came out after the plotting her mother directed at her father.