Want a Life of Heaven

61. Fiki the gossip bearer

"Heh.. There's cold water, isn't there?" ask Fiki, stepping towards Akbar. "Its.."

Akbar looked up, raised his eyebrows. Surprised in this commotion, Fiki suddenly asked for ice. "There was. Why?"

"Well."

"Crazy times, the malems want ice." Akbar ignores Fiki, resumes his conversation with the others.

"Gee!" Fiki pulled Akbar's shoulder. Making Akbar now turn towards him. "Gue guests, take it to.."

"There was a troublesome guest." - Akbar. "Take yourself! You usually feel at home."

"Yes, no papa?"

"Yes. Sok your permission! There. Sheer just found out how it feels, lo!"

Fiki let out a small hum, ignoring Akbar who cursed him. Just so you know they are like cats and dogs wherever they are.

"Ehh.." Fiki's steps came to a halt as Agnia walked out of the kitchen, relieved. He didn't cross paths, or he didn't take what he wanted. But what makes her smile is when Akmal also went out of the same direction, shortly after Agnia stepped from there.

The sight made Fiki start thinking strange things. "Kc.. Ck.. Ck.. It turns out Akmal is more perceptive than I thought."

Akmal got closer to Fiki, smilingly staring at Fiki quietly in place while grinning at him.

"What's wrong?"

Fiki smiled, misbehaving herself. "It's nothing.."

Akmal nodded, smiling awkwardly. Confused by Fiki's behavior. "Want to go to the bathroom again?"

"Yes." answered Fiki. "You see what's interesting there, so you look brighter."

"Huh?! How's that.."

Fiki smiled widely, making Akmal even more confused. "Lupain only!" short Fiki, pat Akmal's shoulder slowly. Then continue his steps.

Akmal raised his eyebrows, once again turning to Fiki who looked space in step. Didn't understand what was going on with his friend's mind.

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The result of the overnight activity, was Akbar who woke up late from his usual schedule. Of course, he could not open his eyes because he slept in the morning. Do not go to congregation at dawn, pray in his room because it has been left behind. Just woke up when the iqamat was finished.

"Assalamu'alaikum warahmatullah's.."

Akbar changed his sitting position after ending his prayer, cross-legged, still facing the qibla. Mention some do'a.

After the do'a was promised, Akbar immediately got up and removed the scabbard. Just leave that thing on the couch. Move to pull the curtains.

"Allahu Akbar.." Exhausted as it seems, Akbar now stretches his body comfortably after the window opens revealing a residential view with the sky still dark.

Instead of tidying up his mattress, Akmal threw his body back into the messy bed. His mouth was wide open, evaporating without being closed. His image of a look was instantly lost because of that.

Stretched comfortably with the phone in hand, her eyes glued to the screen of the phone. Thus Akbar's position for a while. Till..

"Innallahi.." Akbar remembered something, instantly rising from his sleep. "Congratulations.. Woe.." he muttered as he ran out of his room.

The kitchen that Akbar went to, forgot if he had previously intended to get up before dawn to wash the dirty dishes that were used overnight. Damnua, all his friends purposely made him do all this alone.

"Oow!" Akbar's steps stopped right on the side of the kitchen door. Complaining restrained. Too late, Agnia's already there. Replacing him is responsible for washing dirty dishes that should be his job. Akbar decided to take a step back, just to come back. Not ready for this blind-morning scolding.

"You've worked hard." said Agnia flatly, without looking at Akbar. The tail of his eyes had already caught Akbar's presence from the very beginning.

Akbar grinned, urung turned. Now continue the steps. Leaning on the stove table, facing her older sister who let alone a smile, just turned her head no.

"But everything is done.. So go.." Agnia looked at Akbar with a forced smile, which to Akbar was full of warning. "And next time bring them here again."

Hearing Agnia's flat speech made Akbar only able to smile widely, it was his fault. "We made a deal, but they lied."

"What agreement?"

"Agreement about all this commotion we settle together. But.. They are indeed bang**t."

"Indeed. You're all the same! And.." Agnia looked at Akbar this time, turning off the water faucet first. "Are you like this in the other house? Let the homeowner clean up your mess.."

Akbar nodded quickly. Smilingly. "Isn't it?"

"Astaghfirullah's.." Agnia shook her head in wonder. "And you're proud huh?!" agnia asked half-calling. Making Akbar blink, thinking what was wrong with his words.

"You're proud to have your mother take care of all this? Whoa.." Agnia was made furious and inexhaustible simultaneously. "And what if one of your mothers is old? You guys make them work like this? Wrestling coldly, what if one of them has rheumatism?"

Akbar sighed softly, just listening to all the outpouring of Agnia's heart.

"Sir assures them like you, get up late and be surprised.. It's all done' without a care."

"But Ma'am.. We're not that bad, even all our parents sincerely provide everything, including.." Akbar swallowed his saliva, losing again with Agnia's gaze. "Done all this mess." he stung unconvinced, re-emphasizing his voice.

"Don't believe your mother's smile! At least far from Mbak, last night Mbak smile but now Mbak ngomelin you."

Akbar seemed to feel his body getting smaller and smaller in front of Agnia, astonished that he could nag her to the point of not being able to answer.

Agnia was untouched to see Akbar's gloomy face, one last time glaring. "Even because of last night's activities you don't go to the mosque."

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"Yeah.." Akbar let out a long sigh, leaning his back on the chair.

Fiki, Ardi, and Akmal were throwing faces at each other. Surprised by Akbar's chaotic face this early. It turned out that Agnia's nagging managed to disturb her mood this early.

"Lo's head hurts? Or go crazy?" ask Fiki, as usual.

"Don't talk about last night, I can't handle it."

"So, what happened?" ask Fiki again.

Akbar looked at his three friends lazily, lastly staring at Akmal. "Gue give you advice.. Before it's too late, go as far as possible. Sister Agni.. Not as gentle and gentle as you think."

"Oh!" Ardi nodded, instantly understood. "Ente diomelin Miss Agni?"

Akbar did not answer, silent with his own thoughts. But it is clearly a confession.

"Speaking about semalem, I want something.." Fiki immediately started the action, grinning towards Akmal. "Gue saw the incredible sight.."

Akbar. "Don't say.. You're not good when I say Miss Agni sleeps in a soup?"

"No!" Fiki glared, not accepting. It is considered what kind of man he is. "More amazing than that."

Whatever, Akbar doesn't care. Back to his back. Whatever the origin is, don't talk about her sister.

Fiki looked at Akmal. "Gue's.. Look lo same Sister Agni came from the same direction." said Fiki who immediately made the gaze of two friends locked on him. Surprised, except for Akmal who doesn't feel it's a big deal.

"Gue knows something's going on, but don't look at me! Ask the same person.."

"Emh.. I can explain." said Akmal, smiling awkwardly. Aware it could be slander when Akbar and Ardi look at him for explanation.