Want a Life of Heaven

67. Akmal feeding ring

Akmal came home with shuntai steps, entering the spacious house that was deserted. It is like this every time, a spacious house with only three residents that is always peaceful tends to be quiet.

But Akmal who is an only child has become accustomed to this situation, even today he only realized if he slowly enjoyed his own all-round condition.

Akmal headed straight for his room. Murat was tired on his face so bright. It has not been half a day, but it feels like Akmal has done a lot of things in the spare time, not to mention going to campus, and the sore goes to the store. Also after Maghrib returned to teach naji the only student he had.

"Allahu Akbar.." Akmal lirih berkabir, while throwing his tired body on the bed.

Soon Akbar sat down again when he felt something stuck in the back pocket of his pants. Taking out the empty ring box was brought back by Agnia.

A smile reappeared on Akmal's face, relieved once more. It turned out that he was successful, taking one first step to show his seriousness. The real thing is difficult and considerate, Akmal managed to get through it.

Ulya's departure honestly made Akmal afraid to know new people. He desperately avoided all women who showed interest in him. But somehow when it was Agnia, although as hard as possible the girl asserted her disinterest in Akmal, it was Akmal who was made to fall in love by her charm.

There is no consideration or fear of abandonment when knowing Agnia, only a warm feeling embedded in the heart. The feeling of wanting to have and protect wholeheartedly.

The sound of the car horn rang out, blurting out a meaningful smile from Akmal's face. Spontaneously he turned his head to the clock, frowning for a moment when he saw the clock was still showing at eleven. It feels strange if so soon both parents arrive after an important event in Bandung.

Akmal placed the object in his hand on the nightstand, moving out of his room. Find out why his parents came home so soon.

"Assalamu'alaikum.." Greetings echoed in the spacious house. A middle-aged woman with a somewhat contained body barged in, glancing left right in search of the owner of the house.

Akmal from afar smiled, already recognizing the owner of the voice. "Mariam Jude?"

"Akmal.." the woman called Maryam smiled as Akmal appeared. Straight out his hand at that one-of-a-kind pounding.

Akmal smiled as he grabbed the hand of the person he called Bude, kissing the back of his Budenya hand affectionately. Welcomed the hug addressed to him.

"How are you?"

"Thank God, Bude. Emh.. Which pakde?"

"Still ahead, the usual, the old, can't rush." Maryam smiled broadly, happy to tease her husband.

Akmal replied with a smile. "Just like Dad's dong kayak, the glory days are starting to dim."

"Oiya.. Where's Dad? Why not welcome bude? Don't tell me he's sick." Maryam was immediately worried after hearing Akmal's words, her mind was already stirring by itself.

"No. Dad is healthy, Mommy is healthy too. They're not home anymore."

"Where?"

"There is an event he said, in Bandung. It was dawn." explained Akmal. I guessed what questions would come out of Maryam's mouth.

Maryam nodded. Hopes disappointed. "It's a pity that Bude hasn't been here long.."

"Long time?"

"Yes. Bude just stopped by. There's an event tonight, and I don't know if I'll ever be here again after the show."

Akmal nodded. "Grandfather, Bude. What matters is that his hands are preserved here."

"Basic! Bad boy!

Akmal smiled widely. "Oiya, I forgot to drink. Wait, Bude.."

"Eh. don't do it.. Let bude take it himself. You help sir, like he's having a hard time."

Akmal nodded, moving out. Approaching a man his father's age who was busy taking some of his luggage out of the trunk.

"Well.this is by me?"

"Armal!" the man turned his head, immediately hugging Akmal warmly. Interspersed with crisp laughter, it was a pleasure after so long without meeting.

"How are you, Pakde?"

"Thank God be good, and the better if you bring all this home."

Akmal nodded. "Yes, just calm down. Pakde is in.. If it's just this, it's easy.."

"Yes.."

Akmal returned to the house shortly, carrying three large bags that contained nothing. Twice in and out. Maryam and her husband, Zaidi, have been relaxing at the soup. Looks tired after driving.

Akmal already knew it contained food, immediately keeping everything on the table. The third bag that most caught Akmal's attention, felt heavier than the others.

"It's.."

"By the sea." said Zaidi.

Akmal opened it to make sure, and sure enough.fresh fish and other kinds of seafood stored neatly in containers filled with ice cubes. Intentionally to keep everything fresh.

"What's most of it?" Akmal frowning.

"Now, share the neighbors. Bude was going to make a dinner here, invite your sister too. But yes your sister can not take a holiday in her boarding school, especially Pakde there is also a sudden event. So you're the only ones eating."

Akmal frowned, confused. His parents also did not exist. Momentary weighing.

"Emh.. I love anyone?"

"Can. invite your friends if you can."

Akmal nodded, smiling.

"Yaudah, let bude do everything, you said your Pakde talked.."

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Agnia had just returned from the mosque after praying isya. Stepping towards his house, parted with some of his students who went in different directions.

"Be careful, everyone.."

"Ready, Ma'am." All at once shouted, put on a firm stance. Making Agnia never did not smile with the behavior of her students.

Several motorcycles parked in her yard made Agnia sure there would be some sort of eating together again at her house. Of course, some of Akbar's bachelor friends were even there.

"Oh! Assalamu'alaikum, Ma'am.." Fiki smiled kindly, welcoming Agnia while standing up from her seat.

"Goddessalam.." Agnia replied with a friendly nod, looking at Ardi, Fiki as well as a few others. "Where do you have a plan?" ask Agnia, just have a pleasantry.

Agnia nodded. "All right, but don't make a fuss!"

Fiki smiled. "Ready, Ma'am."

"And don't forget to pray!"

Fiki nodded again. "Ready, Ma'am. Emh.. Mommy wanna join?"

"No. Thank you.." Agnia shook her head, smiling once again. Then left the bachelors who spontaneously remained silent upon his arrival.

The one who was standing closest to the door, put his eyes on Agnia. Making sure the figure was far away, only as missing as Agnia from around them, immediately smiled broadly about to start a conversation.

"Gue wondered why Ms. Agnia had not married until today. Her personality and beauty are not fake news. Wow. diiat the original is more cute."

"Huh?! This is the first time you've met Ms Agni in person?" ask the others, chimed in.

"Yes." Yeah."

"Gee.. Shit!"

Fiki looked at the two friends who were talking. "Heh what was that talking about? What does beauty have to do with being married? Don't be so cruel as to set standards in the lives of others.."

Everyone did not blink hearing Fiki's sentence, not believing that Fiki could say such a true sentence.

"Inget yes, I tell you.. Never discuss anything about Sister Agni in front of Akbar or Akmal. Even if it's about pinter, pretty, or something.. Never have! Especially to offend marriage." explained Fiki.

"Why? That's not even a bad thing."

"Not ever!"

"Okay... in front of Akbar I can not understand, but.. in front of Akmal? Why?"

"Ehh.." Fiki reviewed his sentence, only realizing his mistake. Why did I bring Akmal's name. Take Ardi for a moment. "Anyway, don't talk about it, Lo tau Akmal, I'm the same Ardi, Deket very much the same Akbar. Better to shut up!"

"Okay.." the two people finally nodded, looking at each other for a moment.

That's when a car comes in, everyone looks at each other. I don't know who's in that car. But when Akmal came down, everyone immediately cheered seductively.

"Whoah! The expected one arrives."

Akmal got down, put on his trademark smile.

Fiki immediately approached, trying to peek at the contents of Akmal's car. "Where? Our meal?"

"In the trunk, will you take it?"

"certain.. Food business, same hand over me." replied Fiki, smiling widely. Stepping cheerfully towards the trunk of Akmal's car.

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The commotion rang out again, Agnia could hear it from her room. The bachelors were partying in the yard. Even the faint aroma of combustion wafted into the kitchen. Akbar who was busy in and out of the new house was aware of that.

Agnia gets affected by the noise, she opens her laptop. Back on the bed, sit cross-legged while leaning. Breathe in slowly. His hand again grabbed something from his nightstand drawer, taking out Akmal's gift ring.

Back the ring he looked carefully. Amazed, Agnia once tried it and wondered why it could fit so well on her ring finger. A smile slowly fell on Agnia's face. It is undeniable that his heart is flowering lately.

Agnia put the ring back on her ring finger, when a knock was heard.

Tok..

Deg.

"Agnia?"

Chequek..

"Hemhs? Yes Ma?" Agnia rounded her eyes, looking at the mother who stepped in.

Khopipah frowned, confused by Agnia's reaction. It clearly looks panicked.

"Why you?"

Agnia shook her head quickly. "Just surprised, Mom."

"Shocked?" Khopipah has a faint smile. "There's just one.."

"Emh.. What's up, Mom?"

"You haven't had dinner yet, have you? Want to be with mom?"

Agnia nodded. Get off the bed immediately. "Yes. Come on, Mom."

"Hawl?"

"Oh! Aye." Yeah." Agnia smiled widely, too obvious panic from her attitude. "Sorry, Mom."

Khopipah shook his head, I don't know what happened to this girl. "Mom wait at the table, yeah.."

"Yes, Mom."

Agnia breathed a sigh of relief, as much as the mother. A second after the door of his room was closed, it immediately circulated its gaze to every corner. Not looking for a veil, but the ring he was wearing either he threw where earlier when panicked.

The door opened again, Agnia who had already bowed her body under the table sculpted for a moment. Complaining restrained.

"Search..what?" Akbar, it turns out, escaped his head from behind the door.

Agnia heaved a sigh of relief, Akbar turned out. Gets momentary. Should have known, only Akbar never knocked on the door when he entered his room.

"It's nothing."

Akbar nodded, looking at Agnia's slightly suspicious surprised face. "Emh.. I've got grilled fish on the table, who knows.."

"Okay. thanks.."

Akbar closed back the door to Agnia's room, his eyebrows twitching as he moved away from the room. Not understanding Agnia's behavior.

"Is he hiding something?" murmured Akbar, asking himself.