Want a Life of Heaven

56. the Shawwal

Be happy?

For me right now enough with your presence.

Because this self is only capable of creating happiness

Only when you hold your hand.

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"here"

Agnia sighed softly, tired as hell. Akmal's memory of pointing to his own chest when asked 'where the woman of his past is' continues to play in his head. Accidentally just kept interfering with Agnia's focus.

"Think what?" Akbar who had been out since when to sit nearby asked.

Agnia turned to Akbar with a lazy look. Then shake.

"Ehh.." Akbar. "Morely think of Shawwal?"

"Don't start!" The sweat of Agnia, the lethargy of her voice.

Akbar grunted softly. "Not exciting!" his protest.

Agnia sniffed her shoulders, choosing to close her eyes. Very tired today, will not be able to if you have to continue handling Akbar.

A moment of calm, Agnia felt, there was no interference from Akbar. The youngest of the three brothers turned his concentration back to television. While his hands were busy bribing, grabbing the snacks available in front of him.

But it was only for a moment, Akbar seemed to be unable to see Agnia calm down. A while later it had already glanced at Agnia's lyrics full of curiosity.

"Mr.."

"Ehh.."

"Not sleeping?"

"No.. Why?"

"Sir papa. It's just that."

"Hulah.."

"Mr.." Akbar returned to action when there was no protest from Agnia when she disturbed him.

"Hmmh?"

"Find the yukk!"

Agnia spontaneously turned her head, opening her eyes wide. At first glance staring at the wall clock, it was already nine at this time. "Suddenly?"

Decakan out of Akbar's mouth, somehow all always ask so. Akbar was bored with the question that seemed to question his seriousness. "What do you want?"

"Two of them?"

"Yes. Who else is it!" sukul Akbar, not at all relaxed. "Do you want to talk to the shawl?"

Agnia spontaneously closed her eyes when she heard the word shawl called Akbar, fainted.

"But!" Akbar chuckled at that, it seemed that his older brother was having no energy to argue.

"Is the answer yes or no?"

Agnia raised her hand, forming an okay. His eyes are comfortable closed. Still continuing to pretend the stupor.

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"Eat some good soto like it.." Agnia spoke to herself, who was actually still weighing what to eat. Standing facing the ranks of carts peddling various foods. Akbar next to him rubbed his face slowly, wondering why it was so difficult just to eat.

"Are we eating or not?" akbar protested, feeling his legs start to limp because he continued to stand without certainty.

Agnia belied Akbar, it was impatient for her sister. Though the fault is also, do not determine which place you want to visit before leaving.

"Sorry.." As usual Akbar relented, lowering his gaze as well as his ego. "Forward.."

"Emh.. Yaudah, meatballs.." Agnia finally decided, grabbing Akbar's hand with her. Being held just resigned, at the same time regretted. Eating just makes it complicated for women.

Agnia looked enthusiastic, while Akbar was ordinary. More uncomfortable eating in this over-exposed place. Akbar was embarrassed himself even though no one cared. As if to ask her attention.

"Why?" Agnia frowned, chuckling at Akbar's uncomfortable face.

"I'm not comfortable eating here." said Akbar, whispering. Of course that's what he's worried about.

"Don't be a fancy ass! As long as it's clean and halal it shouldn't be a problem.."

"Not that.."

"Continue?"

Akbar sighed back, looking at Agnia who had started to bribe. "Maybe I disagree. But.. Isn't this place too noisy?"

Agnia smiled broadly. The location of this meatball shop is indeed on the side of the road, of course the atmosphere will be this crowded. After all, this is one of the best street food in the city, it is definitely a lot of enthusiasts.

"Don't complain! Just eat!"

"Isa.. Where can I bribe in a situation like gini.." murmured Akbar slowly, but still grabbed a spoon and fork in front of him.

"Continue what's the problem? You think people care? They are busy with their own business! Unless you're a celebrity..."

"When I like calmness." said Akbar again to himself. Ignoring the words of Agnia just now.

Agnia chuckled at hearing that, momentarily recalling. Last night he said the same thing to Akmal. Brother and sister are the same, their tastes are not much different. Prefer a peaceful place rather than a crowd.

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It was dark, silent, just a hint of light coming through the window. Akmal was lying on his bed, staring at the beautiful sparkle in the sky of his room as a result of the reflection of the light of the porch lights reflecting by the pool water outside.

Unable to sleep at eleven o'clock at night, Akmal ended up with his mind branching off. The faces of Ulya and Agnia alternately appeared in his eyes, as if the two were insisting on being unwillingly replaced in Akmal's heart.

Akmal closed his eyes for a moment, figuring out who had first appeared when he closed. One's shadow appears, Akmal's heart believes it is Ulya but the face is precisely in the form of Agnia.

Akmal opened his eyes again, not forcing to look for Ulya there. Because it should be, Ulya was far from his reach. While Agnia was so close and indeed the only one she had to go to.

"What is your purpose in telling me that?"

Akmal spontaneously chuckled considering Agnia's unsettled face when she asked so. Making Akmal even more confident that Agnia could also fall at any time into his arms. Admittedly or not, Agnia's annoyed face meant something to Akmal.

It's just that Akmal didn't explain why Ulya left him to Agnia. Her past lover had long since lived as a memory in her heart. Akmal did not finish the story, did not have time and did not make time. Let Agnia assess and decide her will after knowing half the story of her past.

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Agnia took a deep breath, enjoying the night air that though piercing but felt fresh to inhale. It is most fun to take a walk at night, enjoying the ranks of flickering lights from afar. Not to mention the whole moon presented above the sky, accompanied by the sparkling stars that further add to the night's martyrdom.

Akbar who walked next to his older sister smiled amusedly, wondering why such a simple sight could make Agnia smile to herself.

"Sniff's sister?" ask Akbar.

Agnia shook her head, her gaze turning wry. "But it's a big smile" he said again, smiling to himself.

"But! Not funny.."

"That's no longer funny!" Agnia shrugged her shoulders.

"But I'm curious.. What makes this simple sight so happy?"

"Because.. " Agnia hung up her answer for a moment, furrowing her brows. Don't know what to say. "Here you go." said Agnia, Suddenly there was no idea.

"Start unclear.."

Agnia swerve. "But that's a fact.." Without warning put his index finger on Akbar's chest. "Something here.. That's the agent."

Akbar furrowed his brows, still hearing what Agnia was trying to explain.

"When something hurts there, our eyes don't stop shedding tears. And if something there feels good, it makes us smile all day." said Agnia, looking back at her sister in the middle of her steps. "Therewith.. What is the reason for happiness?"