Want a Life of Heaven

5. Trying to agree

...Pain is the biggest part of our lives....

...As long as you open your eyes,...

...The pain always stands firm....

...But you always have a choice....

...Be happy in all wounds...

...Be calm over all the rest...

...Or wallowing in fret....

...♡♡♡...

Agnia had just arrived at her home, after teaching njai from the mosque. He came home after praying as usual. This is routine, accompanying the son of a neighbor who became his student.

The step that he had previously pointed to the room urung, when he saw Akbar sitting on the sopa facing the television with a straight gaze to the mobile screen in hand.

The sight made Agnia shake in amazement. Spontan pulled his steps towards Akbar who was turning his back towards the entrance.

Agnia chirped, looking at what Akbar was reading. "Being a generation is not afraid of loss." said Agnia, actually read aloud what is on the screen Akbar's phone.

Akbar spontaneously pulled his phone away from Agnia's eyes, before then staring intently at her brother. Just found out if Agnia was behind him.

A wide, sinless smile was shown by Agnia, responding to the delicacy of the younger sister's gaze. His steps were now directed towards the same soup that was occupied by Akbar, taking his place next to his sister.His eyes were fixed on the remote on the table, ignoring Akbar who was still throbbing towards him.

"Tv watch you inismah!" agnia said as he grabbed the remote and pressed the off button. "This is new really."

"That's so!" akbar protested, staring lazily at Agnia. And within seconds, back monitor the screen of his phone. Made Agnia's eyebrows raised because of that.

Akbar's current mischievous taste seems to be gone, Usually Akbar will argue indistinctly with his humor. But this time, the look in his eyes also withered.just like a plant that had not been watered for days.

For a moment Agnia thought as her eyebrows clutched, looking at Akbar. "Akbar.." call him, to whom the lazy deheman replied.

"Mbak has a powerful way." said Agnia.

"What way?" tanya Akbar, is lazier than ever. Without looking in the direction that asked.

"So Asma is interested in you."

Akbar spontaneously raised his eyes. Confused look he showed. arrived this one sister discussing Asthma, why?

"i know's. Ma'am had seen the poster that Hp you." explained Agnia, answering Akbar's questioning gaze. With a proud face explained, as if trying to boast if he had sharp eyes like an eagle, could see detailed images in a short time. That's a review poster that's in a few days' time.

"Mc's Asthma, and the caterer's mbak. It's impossible for you to see the mbak photo, it must be Asma. she who makes you interested." guess Agnia with confidence

A heavy sigh that was even heavier than all of Akbar's mainstay breath when he was about to vent out, now the boy turned to Agnia long ago. "Free, he likes everyone else."

Agnia was throbbing, it was true that her guess was. Asthma is worried about her sister.

"What is the importance of liking, if he is your soul mate, yes finally melted too." Agnia's turn who now sighed, paused her speech. "So he's worth fighting for! Don't give up before you fight.it's a coward."

Akbar totally agrees. It was just a lot but it flashed through his head. "Of course." In the end, it was all that came out of his mouth.

Agnia sniffed her shoulders, already saying what she should have said. The rest is up to Akbar to act. "You shouldn't be pessimistic, unless the guy she likes likes also likes her." said Agnia as she got up, moving to her room.

Agnia did not get to see Akbar's reaction as if getting a fresh breeze, Sumringah once. Now the boy feels better.

"Yes too, yeah.."

At that time Khopipah who still berukenena out of his room, intending to go to Agnia's room. paused when he saw Akbar. "De, are you home yet?"

Akbar. "Newly, ma'am." she replied cheerfully. "Just entered the room."

Khopipah nodded, continuing on towards Agnia's room. Abai saw the cheerful face of her youngest child.

...

Tok.dok..

"Agnian.."

Agnia paused her hand from the laptop, recognizing the voice behind her bedroom door. "Come, Mom!"

Chequelek

"Are you busy?" khopipah asked, sitting on the lip of Agnia's soft bed.

"In a moment, Mom." said Agnia, immediately save the draft of the writing first, only then turn her body towards the mother.

"Where, Mom?" ask Agnia with full attention. Ready listening. "What's wrong?"

"Are you busy?" khopipah.

Agnia immediately shook her head. "No. Just continue writing. Why, Mom. Is anything important?" Agnia became suspicious, if her mother had been convoluted like this.

Khopipah hesitantly opened his mouth. "Mothers are like minds, Cah ayu!" the word then. is now paused.

In this situation Agnia actually already knows what will be discussed at this time, will not miss. The leak from Akbar was like a warning to him. Right now, Agnia wanted to know what way her mother would persuade.

"What thoughts, Mom?" ask Agnia calmly.

"To find you a husband." said Khopipah who immediately looked at the reaction of this only girl.

There was no reply from Agnia, leaving a moment of slowness.His gaze immediately turned to the floor. There was still an unpleasant feeling in Agnia's heart upon hearing such a question.

"The same mother wants to see you marry."

Helaan breathed out from Agnia's mouth, painstakingly looking into her mother's eyes. "I'm still not sure, Mom."

"Mother." fully Khopipah understands the feelings of this child, what happened three years ago is not easy if experienced by anyone. Even the whole family was hurt by that, including him. It's just...

"But when?"

Agnia shook her head faintly, I don't know until when. Since the day he was heartbroken, he never thought about what his future would be.

And today, when he has very closed himself off from men.Another question arises, how does he get used to a relationship when he has even gotten used to himself.

"Until when do you punish yourself for someone else's fault?" Khopipah asked softly, after Agnia had long looked down without saying anything.

In her heart Agnia realized that, not only herself but she had also punished her entire family for the wrongs they had not done. He is very aware of that. But..

"I.."

"Mom!" Agnia immediately cut off the mother's speech, looked at her mother expectantly, shaking her head. Don't want to hear what's next to be said. As if the next sentence would be very painful.

Agnia's breath was heard again, this time she was huffed.do not want to hear the continuation of her mother's sentence which she could have guessed, would be stifling.

After hesitating to speak, Agnia now swallowed her hard-earned salivary, looking up with her lips that seemed to tremble.

Agnia looked into Khopipah's hopeful eyes, took a deep breath and then spoke softly. "Okay, Mum. I agree. I agree with whoever you want me to introduce."

For the sake of hearing what he had long expected, Khopipah rounded his eyes.between happy and surprised "Try again." he asked.

Khopipah seemed to not believe what he heard, even though he wanted the answer.

Before even entering and asking Agnia, Khopipah was already prepared with Agnia's refusal.

But this time it was just the opposite, Agnia agreed?

"I don't want to drink." said Agnia, her face was sour. Contrast with the gentle gaze and understanding earlier.

Khopipah smiled haru, no need to answer again from Agnia, now Khopipah immediately hugged his daughter. Kiss the top of the head of the old Agnia.

"Mother assure you, this time the man you're looking for must be in line with your expectations."

"the hope? since when do I have expectations about my partner?"

Khopipah. "Look, I'll find someone who's right for you."

"Whatever.but one thing I don't want to know him."

"Well?!" Khopipah stared in confusion, pecking for a moment.

"This time it's the mother to choose." explains Agnia. "I don't need to know him because my previous choice turned out to be a big mistake, so this time it's up to mom. As long as you agree, I try to agree."

...

Unquestionably happy in the heart of Khopipah. Her smile did not disappear when she told her chat with Agnia to her husband. None of the words were lacking, exactly what he said and heard from Agnia.

"Alhamdulillah, ma'am." as usual Fauzan replied casually unlike his wife who could not hide happiness.

"But, who would you like to introduce Agnia to?"

"That's when I talked at the dinner table, Dad."

Fauzan frowned, remembering. "But mom said she was a student, are you sure?"

"Why is he a student, Dad?"

Fauzan. "Don't you know, isn't she younger than Agnia?"

Khopipah was silent for a moment. She had just thought, had not had time to tell her husband and had not asked for Agnia's approval. Akmal is younger than Agnia.

But before long sniffing faintly, what was the importance? no one would be aware of the difference when they see Akmal and Agnia together. "Age doesn't matter, Dad. Let's try to get them first, yeah?"

Fauzan could not resist, only able to nod even though he was a little worried. About whether Agnia agreed, also about whether the man wanted to?

...Marriage is not a compromise, but it is more complicated than business. Just putting two heads together that know each other is hard. Let alone bringing together the two heads that had just met....

But Allah is all-good, all unaware of what kind of path Agnia will face. A new story is about to begin, one that may have treated the three years of pain that haunted Agnia.

Humans live by choices. And Agnia who had previously chosen the steep path by not forgiving herself was now trying to choose another path. Another path that seems painful to walk but is actually best.

Agnia is now at the first step. Choose to continue living rather than wallowing in endless pain.

The pain, let him bury far away. Let the carcass not smell. Though his memories will always be there.

July 23, 2022