Want a Life of Heaven

59

"So what did he say?" Alisya asked Giska, staring curiously.

Giska sighed furiously, having just arrived at her brother's new home after picking up Raina, already presented with her sister-in-law's question.

"Don't say anything." Ketus Giska, in the truest sense.

"Yeah? The hell of time.."

"Take a shot. Ask Raina if you don't believe it.. Just news, that's it."

Alisya sighed softly, looking at her resentful-looking sister-in-law. For a moment glanced at Raina who was glued to the television. "You didn't tell me who asked for it.."

Giska grunting. "So Ma'am's goal is to tell me to pick up Raina for information?"

"No.. But who knows thanks to you, the relationship with Agni can be fine" said Alisya relaxed, not yet aware of the unsettled gaze that Giska aimed at him.

"Why?" Alisya asked, while conscious of the difficult to interpret gaze from Giska.

"Seriously Mummy?"

"Hemh?" Alisya knitted her brows.

"Don't you really think your friendship can get better?"

"Why not?"

Giska snorted softly at Alisya's reply. "Gee.. It's unbelievable. If I were Ma'am, I would have run as far away as possible out of guilt. Will not dare to appear in front of Sister Agni.. If I'm.." said Giska, emphasizing the last sentence.

Alisya who was used to the fiery reaction of Giska just stared softly, noticing Giska who was even reluctant to sit next to her.

"Emh.. You said rich because you love Agnia so much, but.. You may not know if Agnia today is fine, there have been many changes in her life. It's just a matter of time, he'll get used to it later."

Giska. "Mbak said that because Mbak never fainted in the position of Mbak Agni."

"And you ever? So you understand how Agnia feels?"

A grin appeared on Giska's face, unable to believe that Alisya could reverse her speech like that. "Look, Ma'am.. One does not have to suffer first to understand the suffering of others. And who hopes to experience the same story as Sister Agnia? If it happened to me, I might not have a reason to live."

Alisya sighed, not caring about anything Giska said. What does a twenty-one girl know better than him?

"Then what do you understand? You know what our story really is? You really feel?"

"Every inch of it, I know it all" said Giska, half screaming. A few moments of silence, digesting his inappropriate speech if Raina heard. Giska sighed, normalizing her tone. "Have you ever thought how much pain Mama Agni felt when she saw Raina every day? All of that must remind him of the shame, pain, sadness that happened because of you.. Have you never thought about that?"

Alisya sighed. "So what do you want?"

"You want me what? You do not have to try to get close to Agni again. Let him live his new life. Ma'am nothing less, husband, son, mama has it all. Just focus on that."

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One or two things that happen in life cause a smile that never goes away. Thus the coming of Giska evokes some good memories for Agnia, unlike when she first met Alisya again. Only a pitiful memory flashed when he saw Alisya. But not so with Giska, Agnia knew the girl since Giska was still in elementary school, so it is undeniable that he saw firsthand the growth of Giska from unyu-unyu students to become very beautiful teenagers.

Akbar had just come down from his room, while Agnia was busy daydreaming. After returning from the mosque and storing his sarong and coffee, as usual Akbar joined Agnia who was relaxing at the soup.

"No exclamation, though.. The show." said Akbar, throwing his ass over the sopa.

Agnia turned her straight hair waving slowly. Although it seemed serious on the television screen, actually Agnia's mind drifted somewhere. "Indeed.."

"Why are you still watching?"

"Who cares? All the television channels at this hour are gossip."

"All?" Akbar couldn't believe it, his hand reaching for the remote. Check which television channels have the most normal shows. "Gee.." Akbar turned to Agnia, confirming his sister's speech.

Agnia sniffed her shoulders, leaning comfortably on the sopa.

"Surprisingly why all the television shows that news, the audience can get bored." complained Akbar, monologue.

"Who said?"

"Hemh?"

"Who would the audience be bored? Everyone has their own way of making news interesting, who cares if it's the same news or not. The proof of such an event gets a lot of attention, and the media is only looking for news that the majority actually interests."

"So?" Akbar knitted his brows.

"Don't blame the media or the television, blame the market demand."

"Bak's here to sleep?"

"Hulah.."

"Don't sleep here! How about a guest.."

"Mad's body weight does not seem to be forty-five kilos, it's still easy for you to carry."

"But! I carried her out to know her taste.."

Agnia did not budge, just closed her eyes. Akbar stopped talking. Soon Agnia widened her eyes again. Exactly with Akbar.

"So the mother met Giska you know.."

Akbar raised next to his eyebrows hearing the name Giska called, his eyes showing indestructibility. "Yep?"

"Yes. And he said he'd met you.. Really?"

Akbar sighed, then nodded.

"Aren't you telling me?"

"Make what?" Akbar sniffed his shoulders. "That's not important. That day I didn't know him at all.."

"Yep?"

"Yes. I don't believe it the same."

"But you used to be friends, it's not like that pantes.."

"Mbak is also the same as Alisya used to be friends.."

Agnia grunted softly. "That's different."

"Sama Ma'am.. When I saw Giska, those bad memories flashed through my head again. And it's not about how you feel, but it's about how I feel. All those stories not only imprint for Mbak, but also for me." explained Akbar at length, his face bent irritated.

"So.. Don't tell me how I behave." said Akbar again, cutting off Agnia who was about to open her mouth.

"alright.. Our conversation has gone too far." said Agnia, ending the debate with a heavy voice. It's been very sleepy.

Akbar has focused only on television, although he said the show was boring. A few moments of listening.

"Interesting what.. It's more like lying in the ears. People may like the news to be confusing." Akbar returned to monologue, showing his protest. That's why he prefers news, only broadcast according to facts.

"Bak move there! My friends want to come here." Akbar said a ketus, staring at the sharpened Agnia.

"Mbak." call Akbar once more, when he gets no answer from Agnia. Make sure that her brother is really sleeping. A moment later he breathed deeply. "Bright.. I slept it.."

Akbar stared at Agnia's deep face, looking very calm. So it didn't occur to wake her up thinking last night Agnia couldn't sleep. Moving closer, his outstretched hand confirmed the position of Agnia's pillow.

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A commotion ensued shortly afterwards, Akbar the arrival of his comrades. Ten people had already gathered, there were still a few more people to come.

"Bring me up?" ask Akbar on Fiki.

"Surely.." said Fiki, raising something in his hand.

"good. You see, I did not cook today" said Akbar, grabbing his order satay from the hands of Fiki. Spontaneous greeted exclamations of disappointment to everyone.

"Kidna.. Consumption is, it's just the potluck." Akbar grinned, teasing his friends. Understand very well if these friends are nothing more than a herd of hunters to eat for free.

"Accbar.. Permission to the bathroom, yes.. It's at the end." Fiki whispered, his face uncontrollable.

"yeah! Substantial. Go aja. But.."

"What else?" Fiki glared, not joking when he said it was over. It feels unbearable, especially the cold night weather.

"Don't be amused! My brother sleeps in the soup." said Akbar.

"Yes.." Fiki said furiously, in a situation like this where his attitude can come out.

Agnia was piqued, a noise filling her ears. His eyes opened slowly, momentarily stealing hear who was noisy.

"Accbar.. Ow.." Agnia was confused, her sleepiness disappeared. The problem is that he doesn't use his hijab. Now I started thinking about how to get back to her room.