Want a Life of Heaven

66. one hundred percent

"It doesn't matter, and it doesn't matter what you're obrolin. But.. Ana is confused how the story Ma'am Agni can come here? Coincidental or..." Ardi frowned, staring at his three friends in turn.

"Oh, that must have come the same Akmal." replied Fiki, not stopping to ignite the anxiety of Akbar.

"Gee! This is a real child.." Akbar glared at Fiki, kicking his leg. "Right, even though it just got quipped Mbak Agni.."

"Gue just help answer. Sorry." said Fiki, said casually.

Akmal smiled as usual, not adding or thinking about clarifying things. Whatever they want to believe and think, they don't feel compelled to explain anything.

"So.. The business you mean it. is indeed the same way Old Lady Agni used to or how?" Ardi who was now asking, looked at Akmal. "Emh.. Ana's just her name, but there's no need to answer if you mind."

Akmal sniffed his shoulders, never a problem with such a question.

"We met here, absolutely no agreement." replied Akmal. "That's the answer you want to hear, right?"

"Yep?" now Akbar who looked suspiciously, not sure.

"Lo know how your brother..does he want me to meet in a place far from his home? And just the two?"

Akbar nodded slowly. Yes also. "That's how I believe it.." great-granddaughter, while leaning back on the chair. At that moment his tail was sidetracked by something. "It's.." Akbar was distracted by a bag of groceries in the chair that Agnia was sitting in. The other three people confirmed, curious.

"Basic sloppy!" akbar said, punctuated with ruckus. "Surely he comfortably nyimpen this in the chair when he got up to leave earlier" he added while mimicking the style of Agnia.

"Ih! Lo durhaka! Same brother himself." said Fiki with a look of wonder.

Akbar grinned wide. Just think of a plan. "About Agni is still ahead?"

"Check that! Who knows not yet unplug." suggested Fiki who immediately embraced Ardi.

"Let me check." bargained Akmal, taking the big enough crackle with him. Step out.

Ardi smiled at Akmal's big steps, turning to look at Akbar. "When you can take it home, why would Akmal make a cape-cape after Agni."

"Stt! Let's leave! I intentionally.."

Akmal innocently did not know it was Akbar's stratagem, stepping quickly in search of Agnia. Be careful if the items left behind are very important.

The one being chased was still there, it was just that Agnia had just gotten into a car. Makes Akmal so he can't call. Finally choose to follow Agnia with angkot only. The most efficient time comes, there is when it is needed.

Akmal astonished himself in angkot, newly sober. Though the bag of groceries can be given to Akbar, why is he even chasing Agnia. But especially, it has already been.

A mother holding her child in the same armature noticed Akmal. Looking from top to bottom. Even for a moment looking at the luggage that Akmal was carrying. Smilingly.

"It's good, I want to shop. For the sake of my wife?"

Akmal smiled, nodding. I don't know what made her interested in talking to him.

The car that Agnia was riding did not drive home it turned out, it stopped in one place. I got out of the car and went into a cafe.

Akmal tailed from afar, wholeheartedly sincerely carrying with him the conspicuous grocery bag.

"Take that.." Akmal could see from the outside the presence of Rizwan inside there. Curious, then come in too. But not intending to interrupt, sitting at the table closest to the table Agnia was at. Quietly listening, sitting on the back of the two men.

"I've seen you a few times with that guy. Is..he's someone special, to you?"

"Emh.. I don't know why you're interested in that. But.. If he's really special to me, what's your reaction?"

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Akmal smiled remembering the answer he heard from Agnia's mouth. It was a pleasure, to feel herself being acknowledged by Agnia. Considered someone special. Although I do not know if the answer is just a joke or indeed out of the heart.

"Why?"

Akmal turned his head, returning Agnia's astonished gaze. Boost.

Agnia shifted from her sitting, her eyes twinkling. "Basic freak!" said slowly.

"Any?"

"Forget it!" Agnia turned her gaze outside the car window. "You shouldn't anterin me, you're embarrassing me!"

Akmal tersneyum wide. "The problem is, I don't know who will call and get Mbak back. So. I feel like I have to make sure that you get home safely."

Agnia complains of being restrained, I don't know imagining them arriving home and getting out of the same car might make the rest of the house noisy later. And even the neighbors, they'll go crazy with it. As if getting a new topic in a struggle.

"Especially I don't know which other man will offer a ride to Mbak." Akmal added.

"Come.." said Agnia slowly, already tired of Akmal.

Akmal smiled, nodding. Pleased.

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The absence of Agnia meant a great burden to the teacher who replaced her. Ripda, the teacher who replaced Agnia today could not cover her frantic face watching the commotion the children made. They scream, scramble, run, even yank when warned.

Ripda, that teary-eyed teacher could at last only let out a long sigh.

"Why, Mom?" asked another teacher, looking at the confused Ripda who leaned her body on the chair as if out of energy.

Ripda sighed deeply, looking at his partner. "It seems that at my age it is difficult to control and difficult for children to like."

"Oh!" ripda's words made his fellow teacher chuckle. Understand immediately what is meant. "What age? Mom is very young. The kids just aren't used to it."

"Is that?" Ripda raised the corner of her lips, probably right too. "Kalo.. Next time you want to try?"

The teacher who looked so young immediately shook his head, smiling widely. Of course it is no secret that it is difficult to deal with children who have just entered for the first time, he felt that he would not be as capable as Agnia.

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"Why here?"

"I didn't come to Ma'am's house. Go straight home."

"But.."

"Why? You want me to stop by?"

"No.." Agnia answered quickly. "But should you go home in this taxi too?"

"No papa, Ma'am. There's a lot of public transportation around here."

"Sir, please make sure my future wife arrives safely to her destination.."

"Ready, Mas. I guarantee you."

Agnia grimaced inwardly, staring at Akmal sharply. That word again.

Akmal just smiled. "See you later." he said, then got off and closed the car door. Ignoring Agnia's scruffy face.

"We're moving on now, Ma'am?"

"Yes sir."

Akmal did not take his gaze off the car, waving once more as it moved forward. Don't know Agnia's in there, staring in annoyance.

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Agnia sat daydreaming on her old bedroom bed, her hand holding a ring. Recalling when Akmal unexpectedly gave her a ring.

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Akmal always stood not far from Agnia. As Agnia was busy paying attention to many things, Akmal noticed only one thing. Agnian. It was great to see Agnia's little face up close, Akmal's lips were made flat on the back at all times.

Akmal's eye fell on Agnia's flick finger, with a ring on her index finger. Akmal remembered something, his hand reaching into the back pocket of his pants. Get something boxy out of there.

"Oiya Mbak. I remembered something" he said, not showing what was in his hands.

"What?" Agnia turned her head for a moment, as usual not putting her concentration on anything Akmal said.

"Follow me a minute. There's something I want to show you." take Akmal.

"What?" Agnia frowning.

Akmal pulled Agnia's arm slightly away from the crowd, showing the ring box in his hand. Agnia's eyes just rounded at that moment. Before long, his eyes were full of questions.

"This?"

"I'm actually here to buy this. I didn't intend to do this right now, but I changed my mind."

"meaning?" Agnia certainly knew the meaning of ring giving, but did Akmal really mean it? This fast?

Akmal paused his lips, staring at Agnia's confused face.

"Don't joke! Are you so easy to give a ring to a girl?"

Akmal shakes. "This is the first time."

"Then?"

Akmal sighed, opening the ring box. Take the contents and put the empty ring box back in his pocket.

Without speaking Akmal grabbed Agnia's hand, placing the ring on her palm.

"Take this, Ma'am."

Agnia snorted softly, looking at Akmal in disbelief. This boy is full of surprises.

"I don't accept gifts from anyone. Especially something like this.."

"Bak doesn't have to wear that." cut Akmal. "At least for now, until Ma'am was sure enough to accept me."

"Well, this kid.." Agnia was made dizzy again by Akmal's behavior, not understanding what was on her mind.

"Small take good care of that thing."

Agnia sighed softly, briefly weighing. But finally it nodded faintly. "Well, you ask to save it, I will save it." jawan Agnia later, Akmal was relieved of it.

"But.. How sure are you about this relationship? I mean.. how sure is this ring going to be attached to my finger?"

"Emh.. one hundred percent?" akmal replied, sounding like a question.

Agnia was throbbing, obviously a doubt from Akmal's speech. "You're even doubtful."

"It's not a doubt, it's a question. Ma'am who has to determine the answer, whether one hundred percent is realized or not."

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Agni looked at the ring carefully, starting to think whether the hundred percent would indeed be realized or not.

Breathing out from Agnia's mouth, the ring slowly directed at her ring finger. But the moment the ring was attached to his finger, the memory of Adi putting the engagement ring into his hand flashed.

The shadow made Agnia pull the ring back quickly. It turns out that old memories still bother him to this day.

Agnia gave her lips, Akmal once again managed to remind her of Adi's figure. Never admitted, but the two people have some things in common when treating him.

Perhaps that is also what makes Akmal can easily get his heart. If you remember, some of the men who ever approached him could never make it melt except Adi and Akmal.

"Why should they have something in common." shrieked Agnia, letting out a long sigh. This way it will be very difficult to keep the perfect figure of Adi from his memory.