Want a Life of Heaven

57

How can two people who love each other be separated and now become the past?

The question played into Agnia's head. Too bad he did not dare to ask directly to Akmal, just wondering what really happened to Akmal's love story in the past.

Agnia let out a rough breath, exasperated once. Though he was very tired but his eyes were reluctant to shut. At all.

So how can someone just take his sleep, make the heart erratic, he said, in her current case Agnia was worried whether it was due to her already fallen heart or due to the fear that was actually still left in the bottom of her heart.

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Akbar hummed ria as he stepped towards the kitchen. His eyebrows were tangled as the smell of noodles filled his nose. Things he never experienced at three in the morning usually.

His eyes immediately turned to the dining table, and it was exactly his estimation. Agnia was sitting eating noodles alone at the dining table. Akbar sniffed slowly looking at it.

"Tumbens.. What time is it to eat?"

Agnia raised her head, looking with my eyes, looking tired.

"Hungry.." in short.

Akbar smiled widely, sitting on the side chair of Agnia. Interested in his sister's sleep-deprived eyes.

"Will not sleep?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Why?"

Agnia sniffed her shoulders, not knowing why. "Stop it.."

"Ehh.." Akbar throttled, his rancid soul had already risen this early. "Gara-gara si sya.. Hmp.."

Agnia who had caught her sister's gelagat since earlier, had prepared with her spoon. Directly launched the spoon into Akbar's mouth, as Akbar's sassy mouth began to slant.

Akbar chewed the food in his mouth with a stern look at Agnia, immediately swallowing his food to immediately grunt protesting against Agnia.

Akbar had not yet opened his mouth, Agnia had already silenced him with another sentence.

"It's still too early to brag, don't fuss!" Agnia spoke flatly, making Akbar swallow his words again.

"Alright." said Akbar resigned, finally just looking at Agnia. Half the dead refrained from asking.

"Go!" agnia was uncomfortable with Akbar's gaze. "Unless you're here to eat."

"Don't organize! For your information, I come to the kitchen every hour to eat. Mbak tumben.." said Akbar, rising from his seat. To realize the purpose of finding food in the kitchen.

"Ehh.." Agnia nodded lazily, not really caring about Akbar's words. "Pantes aja.he's hard to be invited to breakfast."

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Agnia continued to bathe before dawn, trying to refresh her body and mind. Eliminate sleepiness that does not end because of reluctance closed eyes.

Dawn Agnia did not go to the mosque, praying alone in her room as usual. Opening the qur'an for a moment, read a few verses and then went to clean his room when the sky began to light.

Agnia was amazed when Akbar was never seen, even though he had finished tidying up some of the house. His steps then went up to Akbar's room. Suspicious of something.

And.. A sigh came out of Agnia's mouth, rightly guessed. Akbar was comfortable lying on his bed. Still wearing sarongs and skullcap, it seems to go straight to sleep after coming home from the mosque.

The curtains were pulled, the windows were opened, the rising sun was sweeping the heat.

"Akbar.." call Agnia.

Never wake up, Akbar is a little difficult to wake up. Agnia was mistaken, instead remembering the time of waking Akmal. At that time Akmal only needed to be called once to then open his eyes. Akbar is different.

Agnia sat right beside Akbar's head, momentarily staring at his sister's sleeping face. Wonder if this is the purpose of waking up at three in the night.

"Accadio.." Agnia patted Akbar's cheek softly, making the awakened one slightly piqued. But that's not enough, Akbar still at home.

"Accbar.. It's eight o'clock, don't you fuck?" ask Agnia, lying. As his hand clasped Akbar's face, playing his cheek made Akbar's lips the most he made.

"Hemh?" Akbar opened one eye.

Hearing that Akbar immediately jumped from his bed, he died who had class this morning.

"Bak didn't wake me up from earlier, ah.." lamented Akbar, excited himself to take off the scabbard and reach for the towel.

Agnia chuckles at that, coding Akbar to look at the wall clock.

"What?" pelotototik Akbar, asbal. She panicked and Agnia laughed.

"See clock!"

Akbar turned his head to the clock in his room, a panicked face changed annoyed immediately presented when he knew the clock was showing at six o'clock past twelve minutes. His eyes flashed staring at Agnia sharply. The one being stared at just sniffed his shoulders.

"For the sake of kindness.."

Akbar snorted softly, again throwing his butt into the bed. He could not protest his sister at least.

"Isa.. I was panicking too." lamented Akbar in the end, very anxious at Agnia who was endlessly laughing at his upset face.

"Judek.. Take a shower! Ma'am wants to clean up your room.."

Akbar sighed softly, his head still dizzy from waking up in a hurry. But then, according to her, headed for the bathroom.

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"I think we have to regenerate." said Ardi, after sipping his drink. "It's time we retire." added Ardi, accompanied by rarity. He and three of his friends were sitting at the cafeteria table.

Akmal nodded, understanding Ardi's direction. Fiki, the only one who ate breakfast at the table did not speak, only listening even since his first feed began.

"What to?" ask Akbar.

"Yes should. Thesis in front of the eyes. Ana doesn't want to linger on this campus."

"Stupid! You think this organization was made just for fooling around?" fiki said, pointing at Akbar.

"But! Just eating.. Don't poke!" akbar said, annoyed to cut Fiki when he wanted to talk.

Fiki throttled, inexplicably wanted to be impressed if Akbar spoke. It's spontaneity.

"I mean.. The way we make this organization acceptable is just incredible, and now, despite being well received, I still see that we tend not to care about what we do. So, I think this organization is gonna be missing our share of campus."

Ardi nodded, agreeing with Akbar's words. There is no alibi to argue, because that is the case.

"But we still have generations after us, I don't think this organization will be completely lost. It's just.." Akmal paused, looking at his three friends. "So we can't fully expect this organization to reach more people. Everyone's interests and desires are different.."

"Ente.. The conclusion.. The main thing we have to think about is who is already in our scope, lest we focus on raising the organization but ignore the vision we have made."

"Good manners, and bring good around." Akmal added.

Ardi nodded. "Yes. That's.."

The chatter of the four people continued deeper, talking about trivial things interspersed with laughter to personal things that made all tease each other.

"By the way about graduation, I think Akmal is like it's legal before graduation" said Fiki who is most enthusiastic if the business is tempting. Staring at Akmal while raising his eyebrows.

"Yes is.. Marriage used to be a bachelor." said Ardi, smiling.

"In shaa Allah." said Akmal, confused actually if it has been teased about this. Awkward because there is Akbar who certainly has something to do with the relationship between himself and Agnia.

The same for Akbar who is next to Ardi. Just shut up, don't want to add. I don't know about this one he has no desire to talk. It is strange to tease Akmal while he knows the progress of Akmal and Agnia's relationship.

"Akmal yang lo yang deg-degan.." ledek Fiki, looked at Akbar with a grin.

"For this one I don't follow.. Watch out for strange talk lo.." recalls Akbar.

"Damf.. Akmal just relax, you're bothered feeling.." Fiki throbbed, as if dissatisfied to make Akbar upset.

"What lo! Sirik Akmal wants to get married?! Don't tell me the same, lo.."

Ardi shook his head in amazement at the sight, thinking of something else.

"It's a good thing that you are betrothed to Sister Agni, if Fiki.. They can be rich.. Every day." Ardi chuckled, revealing something that flashed through his mind at that moment.

Akmal sniffed his shoulders, only smiling.