Want a Life of Heaven

6. Someone from the future

...The direction of the wind is so easy God turns...

...Especially just your heart....

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Something made Agnia wake up suddenly from her sleep. His eyes widened perfectly, gone was his drowsiness for a moment.

Helaan breath out of his mouth, while rising up sitting his body on the lip of the bed. A chat with his mother last night brought another nightmare to his sleep.

The nightmare that made his heart doubt again, regretting that he had confirmed the wishes of the mother.

Agnia glanced at the clock on her phone, still at one in the morning. Still far from dawn, it also meant that he had not closed his eyes for long.

A few years back something like this has happened, almost never sound he felt. Which at that time made him reluctant to sleep, fear of nightmares equally looming.

There are two things that cause something to carry a dream. It is very much missed, or feared.

Ironically, there was nothing better for Agnia at that time.Sleep overshadowed by nightmares, waking up presented with a bitter reality. The feeling of misstep was always haunting even almost getting him killed.

...

After quite a while of silence with her thoughts, after her heart felt better, Agnia moved towards the bathroom. Taking ablution while washing away the fret that still haunts him.

Before long, Agnia returned and immediately put on a mukena. Overlooking the Qibla, performing evening prayers.

The piercing cold air plus the silence of the night made the atmosphere more calm, while the devil whispered so favourably if spent to wrestle under the mattress.

But the dream is good too, he so no need to bother fighting drowsiness for the sake of tahajud prayer. It is precisely sincerity that drives it, flavored with feelings of fatigue, confusion. All of this perfected the prayer performed.

The heart is faced with the creator, there is no fret or fear should be in this moment. With heartfelt faith, prayer becomes a place to pour out the heart.

Agnia finished with her prayer, even better she felt. The grievance that had arisen earlier instantly forgot, changing the calmness that he felt.

Trust in God must be cultivated, that is what creates peace in the heart. Because the fact that the only belief that will not disappoint, it always brings good only to God.

Finished with her prayer, Agnia moved to the bed while taking the laptop from the table. After looking for a comfortable position with slouching and a steady back, then he sank into his writing.

Like this the rest of the night he spent in the years he slumped. pray, teach, or write. The three things seemed to be a choice of routine when his sleep turned unsettled.

Busyness is best for the sake of avoiding slump, Agnia is too. Doing all the busyness that can divert him from the sadness, even though half of him is still very hurt. Reluctant to be distracted.

Agnia's hand lifted off the keyboard. His eyes turned upwards, as if remembering something forgotten. A second later Agnia sighed, of course. Not always the mind will cooperate. When the mind and fighting spirit don't match, there's a deadlock.

And Agnia at this time, has no spirit or idea to be poured out.

While still unthinkable, Agnia moved her hand to pick up the phone. Opening whatsapp which in a day he rarely open, there is a message from a contact named 'Mother Midwife'

^^^Besok play to home yes. if not busy.^^^

So fill that message.

Insha'allah.

That's a short reply. Although there is no exact schedule, it does not mean that Agnia has no other activities that she can do other than to visit someone she calls a midwife. The point is, it's up tomorrow.

And after this, it comes back to reality. Agnia becomes confused about what she will do next, even though her mind does not support writing at all.

The morning was still long, and he had no reason for sure why his mind was reluctant to rest.

...

The murottal letter of Al-baqarah echoed throughout the house this morning. Already arrived at verse 164, Akbar who had been pacing back and forth to the living room occasionally followed the beautiful reading.

Allah SWT said:

إِنَّ فِى خَلْقِ السَّمٰوٰتِ وَالْأَرْضِ وَاخْتِلٰفِ الَّيْلِ وَالنَّهَارِ وَالْفُلْكِ الَّتِى تَجْرِى فِى الْبَحْرِ بِمَا يَنْفَعُ النَّاسَ وَمَآ أَنْزَلَ اللَّهُ مِنَ السَّمَآءِ مِنْ مَّآءٍ فَأَحْيَا بِهِ الْأَرْضَ بَعْدَ مَوْتِهَا وَبَثَّ فِيهَا مِنْ كُلِّ دَآبَّةٍ وَتَصْرِيفِ الرِّيٰحِ وَالسَّحَابِ الْمُسَخَّرِ بَيْنَ السَّمَآءِ وَالْأَرْضِ لَءَايٰتٍ لِّقَوْمٍ يَعْقِلُونَ

"Verily, in the creation of the heavens and the earth, the alternation of night and day, the ship that sails on the sea with (the cargo) that benefits man, what Allah sent down from the heavens is water, then with it was turned on by Him the earth after death (dry), and He scattered in it various animals, and the controlled range of winds and clouds between heaven and earth, (all of them) really, really, signs (god's greatness) to those who understand."

(QS. Al-Baqarah 2: Verse 164)

Agnia who was dressed neatly provoked Akbar's attention when she came out of her room to the dining table. Because not long ago his brother was still in his pajamas cooking in the kitchen, and now it is neat. It provoked Akbar's frown.

"The beauty of my single sister." said Akbar casually, smiling wider and not feeling guilty despite the warning gaze from Agnia. Of course, because of the single word that his sister used. "Where are you going, Ma'am?"

"Why? Wanna come?"

"Yes, ma'am. Who knows.." Akbar smiled, hanging up his sentence. Making Agnia frown confused also suspicious, tau card.

"What?"

Akbar shrugged both his shoulders relaxed. "Who knows if I met someone like that" he said.

"Yes. Ma'am did want to meet someone" replied Agnia without hesitation, her shoulder raised no objection. "your sister-in-law." explained Agnia, sounding ambiguous to Akbar.

"Yep?" Akbar now showed an interested look. "Who, Ma'am?"

Agnia snorted in annoyance, what's wrong with this sister? Who else? "The name is Mbak Puspa." said Agnia full of emphasis. Then he nodded, stepping towards the dining table. "Who else?" Rutuk Agnia was slow, yet still heard by Akbar.

Akbar scratched his nape not itchy. He suddenly thought Agnia would meet a man. Not without reason, it only occurred to me after seeing the happy graffiti from Khopipah's face after returning from Agnia's room last night.

Be clumsy Akbar, walking to the dining table all wrong. Sitting across from her other sister, without taking her eyes off Agnia.

"What?" agnia asked, just as Akbar was about to open his mouth.

"Bak's mad?"

"Anged?" Agnia asked back, she was more confused by this sister. Even though he was in a good mood this morning, and Akbar still said nonsense that could actually change his mood so bad.

In the end Agnia just sighed softly, confused as to what to say. His hand rubbed the apple into his mouth, not answering his sister's questions.

A moment later, Akbar was busy with his toast until Khopipah joined and sat down next to Akbar. Akbar immediately gestured with his eyes towards Agnia, complaining to the mother.

Khopipah and Akbar for a moment interact without making a sound, using gestures with eyes and mouth that only they understand. But whether they understand each other or not, the two just continue to get it wrong.

Agnia who was watching just smiled faintly to then pura did not see. Akbar continued to try to say angry with his mouth without making a sound while Khopipah still failed to understand and continued to frown a sign of incomprehension.

After a troublesome moment for Akbar, Khopipah finally understood and nodded his head slowly. His eyes then turned to Agnia, momentarily clearing her throat in order to melt the atmosphere.

"Agnian.."

"Yes, Mom?"

"Say Akbar you're angry?"

"Lied, Mom. Angry at him." great-granddaughter Akbar.

Agnia was throbbing, her sister was always braver if there were both of their parents. As if more complete if pitting and having someone behind him.

"No, Ma. He was just a rese, it arrived strange." said Agnia did not accept.

"That will be angry." point Akbar at the mother.

"No, Subhanallah. Once again say rich, you're really angry!"

Akbar spontaneously shut his mouth tightly, Agnia's warning succeeded. It also made Khopipah shook his head in amazement, with a knotty smile. These two sisters could have warmed the dining table with their little quarrels.

"Well, if you talk weird again." Agnia's bully once again, did not hesitate to warn even though their mother was there.

"Mom, I'm going to go to Mas Hafidz's house" said Agnia, after finishing her breakfast with a glass of water.

"Who's the guy?"

"Himself."

"Don't you take it with Akbar?"

Agnia shook her head quickly, then kissed her mother's hand. "No, he's late for college."

Akbar just prank his hands to be saluted, imitating the style of his parents. Making Agnia give a sharp look, and spontaneously hit the back of that outstretched hand hard.

"Assalamualaik."

...

The residential streets are still quiet, only a few people who go out and do activities in their respective home pages. Agnia decided to walk further, towards the public road waiting for public transport.

But today, the arrival of Agnia seems to have been awaited by someone. until without warning, someone with a motorcycle gedenya. Making Agnia spontaneously take a few steps back, a little surprised.

Agnia is sculpting, still processing what is going on. And when that person showed his face, Agnia became confused. Clearly not recognizing the man before him, he had never seen in this environment before.

Therefore Agnia wants to quickly step away, just be careful if the man in front of her is ok though not seen so.

"Mother Agnia, huh?" ask the man, make Agnia run away.

"Yes." Yeah." Agnia hesitated. "Sorry, who is it?"

The man smiled wryly, looking happy looking at Agnia up close.

"I am someone from the future" he answered confidently, but impressed.

Hearing the man's reply, Agnia instantly felt lazy. That's someone's prank answer. Agnia sniffed, choosing to ignore the obscure man she did not recognize. Decided to continue his steps. Men today are not only scary but unclear, Agnia thought.

The iron-ridden man drove his motor slowly, offsetting Agnia's pace. "Greetings" he said with a face that had been covered by a helmet. "See you in the future" he said, before really launching his bike left a confused Agnia half dead. He had never experienced anything like this before, and had never met anyone like that.

...

"Zayn!" a woman was on her waist, facing the child she called Zain. His face looked irritated, staring at his son who was adorably fluttering barefoot in the courtyard, playing on the ground.

It had been a while he called his son to take a bath, but the child could not even be handled by the mother and her nanny. Now the woman looked tired at, at last sighing and trying to warn her son one last time. "Zayn!" again, now more soft.

Zain did not budge, did not want to bother with a warning from the mother. A person who is his nanny also can not seduce again after getting a rejection. The four-year-old doesn't care about anything but his wishes.

Lucky once before the mother's patience runs out, someone who awaited first came. It was Agnia, who with her sweet smile approached.

A person whom Agnia called a midwife who was none other than Puspa was now breathing a sigh of relief, looking at her sister-in-law with a ready gaze to complain.

Agnia immediately understood, nodded and smiled. Crouching in front of his unacquainted uncle. "Assalamualaik."

Zain looked up, the four-year-old immediately sparkled after seeing Agnia. "Yes!" Pekiknya.

"Kalo Assalamu'alaikum, what's the answer?"

"Getishalight."

"Smartnya.." praise Agnia as she pinches the cheek of her fatigued pony. "Zain again what?"

"Main."

"Have a shower?"

Zain shook his head, his lips returning to his manyun upon hearing the word bath. Lazy to discuss the matter, his mother's nagging had wet his body making Zain feel complete without having to wash his body.

Agnia had been an expert in dealing with this situation, now sighing and momentarily looking at Zain from top to bottom. Messy indeed, Zain's white skin contrasted once with the ground.

"Well." said Agnia, disappointed, who immediately provoked Zain. "Darling dong that way."

"Hemh?"

"And when aunty already neatly want to take Zain for a walk, you know." said Agnia, put on a disappointed face. Glanced at his sister-in-law. "I go alone, Ma'am. Long time waiting for Zain to take a shower."

Hearing the words of the streets made Zain excitedly run towards his mother, looking up. "You're coming, Mom."

Agnia smiled, the trick worked. But then showed a disappointed face as Zain glanced at him. "Don't do it, aunty went alone. aunty didn't want to be late."

"Papa aunty just go. Next time invite his Zain if early in the morning already shower, already neat. Just come along." Puspa added.

Zain who now gave a disappointed look, pulled the tip of Puspa's shirt. "You're coming."

"Yaudah, Zain can come. But take a shower first. And don't be long." said Agnia, ending the seducing session.

Zain nodded. Immediately taking her nanny to the house, she was ready to take a bath for a walk with Agnia.

Agnia and Puspa looked at each other, both of them smiling. There is only the behavior of small children, behave as they wish unless seduced by something sparkling a little lie.

"Do you really want to walk?"

"Scheduled a promise, so have to."

Puspa nodded, then remembered something. "Oiya, before that anyone wants to be obrolin."

"About?"

"Somehow, go in first! Ma'am has cooked a lot, we have breakfast together." explained Puspa, stepping towards his home.

Agnia agreed, tailed. could not guess and did not want to guess what would be discussed by Puspa. let alone if the same topic as the two today was heard into his ear.

Be married?