Want a Life of Heaven

68. Same with Adi?

The puff of smoke carrying the smell spread around the house pulling Khopipah out. "Emh.the smell is fragrant." he said, smiling. The bachelors who were struggling with the smoke turned their heads, nodding politely.

"Mom don't know, you're good at cooking.."

Fiki the most confident immediately stood up, spreading a smile. "I'm the chef here, Mom. Guaranteed delicious."

"Yep?"

"Why do you want to try?"

"Can.. Emh but it's good to be good at cooking accompanied also by being good at cleaning up the rest of the mess."

"Ready, Mom.."

"good. If that's where I stay, you don't make a fuss.."

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Agnia fretted, her restless face was obvious. But still come to the dining table, hungry also can not make his mother wait. But a sigh came out of his mouth, when no one was there, no matter where his mother went. Finally Agnia just sat down, re-permeating her unrest.

Khopipah came shortly, looking at her daughter's face for a moment. Pulling a chair and then sitting down.

"Why? Is something wrong?"

Agnia shaking. "Nothing, Mom."

Khopipah sighed softly, knowing that something was bothering her daughter. But it is useless to ask if the person asked does not want to explain. "Well, prepare the food immediately."

Agnia nodded, starting to present everything to the table. A moment of fretting forgot.

"You make sauce for grilled fish?" khopipah asked, turning a little when Agnia did not return from the kitchen.

"Yes, ma'am." short Agnia, half yelling.

"Make a lot, give Akbar some."

"Yes.."

Long enough Agnia struggled with her soy sauce concoction. Only after it is ready and separates into different containers, return to the dining table.

"Here, Mom.."

"Lho! Why keep it here? Akbar's love is that.."

"Huh?! Me?" Agnia after knowing Akmal so much consideration about anything related to her friend Akbar.

"Momust be?"

"ah! No, I love you now.."

Agnia held the bowl, stepped away, leaving the smiling Mother. Anyone could read the situation that Agnia was considering.

"There are.." murmured Khopipah.

That bowl, the only thing Agnia cares about right now. His feelings are uncertain. Worry if the ring is lost or damaged. How he told Akmal. At that time, Agnia's steps stopped when she passed someone. Look up. Akmal apparently, can be exactly. Though it is remembered.

The two were silent for a moment, waiting for each other to talk.

"Emh.. Not dad papa?"

Agnia nodded, smiling thinly.

Akmal nodded, strangely awkward. I don't know why I can't act like I always do every time I meet in that house. Akmal's eyes pointed at Agnia's finger, honestly hoping that Agnia would wear her ring as soon as possible.

"Emh.. Have you considered wearing the ring?"

Agnia nodded faintly. Pulling the corners of her thin lips.

"Then?"

"Just one question remains in my head" replied Agnia, looking at Akmal. Things that Agnia usually does not do, usually as much as possible to avert her eyes.

On the other hand Akbar stepped in while humming, his steps spontaneously came to a stop at the same place when he passed the two people in the doorway. Shocked, staring at the two people before him alternately.

"Again.why?" akbar asked, hesitatingly asking.

"This. Mother told Mbak to give this." replied Agnia quickly, thrusting a bowl in her hand.

Akbar smiled in satisfaction, eliminating his awkward smile. "So big, I just wanted to ask Mama to make this."

"Hulah.." Agnia smiled lazily. "You go ahead, your party." continued Agnia, once again turning to Akmal, then left.

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A car returned from hours away from the spacious courtyard of the Sidiq residence, the security guard there opened immediately when the sound of a horn was heard.

Retno and Sidiq got out of the car, immediately stepping towards the house. Made full of questions when not seeing Akmal's car in place.

"Where is Akmal?" muttered Retno slowly, did not expect to hear her husband who had stepped straight into the room. Not strong if it has not cleansed the body.

Generally a mother, Retno made unsettled. I opened the phone, called Akmal. Waiting for a moment, but no answer.

"Where is she sleeping?" Retno looked at the clock on her phone, it was almost twelve o'clock. "ah! Yeah.." Retno checked her phone again, remembering a call from Khopipah that she had not yet picked up. Without hesitation, he called back his best friend.

"Hello, Ma'am.. Mama is asleep?.. Oh.." Retno's face again adorned with a smile after hearing Khopipah's speech. "That means Akmal is there too, Ma'am?.. Thank goodness, Ma'am.."

Akmal, who had been driven home, did not have time to answer a call from his mother. Duties, it's impossible to answer the phone in a situation like this. Especially if you have to stop on the quiet streets that he went through, too risky.

Breathing out from Akmal's mouth, his eyes straightened out at the streets. Remembering the words of Agnia.

"Just one question in my head..."

"Questions?"

Agnia nodded. "You have a lot of things that make me think of someone.." Agnia smiled, pausing her words. "I wonder if you have anything different from that person. Something I can recognize, that it's you."

Akmal sniffed, hard to believe. Agnia likened it to someone who had already hurt her in the past. It feels like an insult.

"When I didn't know the man, but I felt like I had a grudge against him." murmured Akmal, to himself.

Akmal arrived, parked his car next to the other car. Belongs to his parents. I soon found out that the two men were back.

"Assalamu'alaikum's chat.."

"Yes, this is his son just got home. Heem. Yaudah, I hung up on her, Ma'am.." Retno who was talking on the phone, immediately turned her head. End the call, smile. His tired face is gone. "Goddessalam.."

"Mother's not asleep?"

"Not yet." replied Retno. "Where are you from? I'm calling you not picked up."

"Yeah? Sorry, Bun." Akmal nyengir's. "I was driving, that was."

"And.."

"What?"

"You haven't answered that question. Where are you from?"

"Oh! I'm from Akbar's house.. We eat together. ah yeah.." Akmal remembered something else. "Bude was here this afternoon, stopped by he said. And bring a lot of seafood. So, I brought it to eat together. Can you?"

Retno frowning. "Maybe not yes, but if you can't be already.." Retno then smiled. "So Mommy already knows, Budemu just called. And.."

"And what else?"

"Mom's candidate also called."

Akmal chuckled, nodding. All right, that one seems to mean a lot to his mother.

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Agnia was busy rummaging through her bed, confused because the ring was never found. Almost frustrating to make.

"Why careless huh? It may not be important to you, but to others it is valuable." Agnia scolded to herself.

Too bad it was time to go to school, Agnia once again sighed.

"alright.. We'll continue."

"Mbak why? From the semalem his face is tangled."

"Why-why. There are indeed some disturbing things in the head."

Akbar shrugged his shoulders, a very unconvincing answer. But whatever it is.

"Yes, Ma'am.." Akbar remembered something else. " Any more red?"

"angry? Notwithstanding. Angry why?"

"I said red, I mean menstruation." Akbar's bully, anxious. I don't know what happened to this brother.

"Oh! No, not yet. Wh why? Since when do you care about such matters."

"Gini, yesterday's pegs ninggalin bag groceries.."

Agnia's face immediately turned worried. "You checked the contents?"

Akbar shook his head. "But it looks like, the crackle is white."

Uh! Agnia cursed herself. "It's stupid, why careless?"

"Indeed. so sloppy." Akbar smiled widely. Totally agree. Makes Agnia snort sharply, reminding her that she is not asking for approval.

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Regarding the carelessness that bothered her mind, Agnia put off about it first. Now it's time to teach and put the problem aside. Personal affairs should not be included in the work.

"Mr.." Ripda waved from afar, running towards Agnia who had just arrived.

"Hemhs? What's up, Ripda?" agnia asked, as his youngest companion approached.

Ripda shook his head, equating his steps with Agnia. "Emh. about yesterday, Ma'am should have seen how panicked Ms. Resma's face was yesterday."

"Canary because?"

"Pupil Ma'am. Said they were crazy when they found out she wasn't there."

"Oh.." Agnia chuckled at hearing that. "Children are just not ordinary, not yet familiar with new people."

"I also said it was like that. and Mbak knows the answer to Ms Resma?"

"What?"

Ripda smiled, cleared his throat. Ready to imitate Resma. "Would you like to try?"

Once again Agnia smiled, shaking her head slowly. "You're that.."

Ripda who was always full of confidence put on a big smile, proud. "Ah.. one more thing, Ma'am, I want to make sure of something."

"Something like?"

"Sir Agni a few days ago was delivered by someone I think I know."

"Accbar? You do know him, right?"

"Not Akbar, Ma'am.."

"Emh.. Akmals?"

"Yes, he's. So really Akmal?"

"You know Akmal?"

Ripda nodded. "We're in High School class."

"But.. Where do you know Akmal? I know he doesn't get to know new people very easily."

"He's Akbar's friend, that's why." Agnia replied diplomatically.

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Agnia was drying her hair, stripping her long hair forward. When Akbar entered the room without permission, he was shocked to see Agnia so.

"Why did you?"

"Want hair, don't you see?"

Akbar sighed. "Yes, but it's creepy. Why shampooing at this hour."

"There's prohibition?"

"No."

"You are diem! It's been three days without shampoo."

"Gee! Slutty! What if Akmal knows."

Agnia snorted, raising her face. "Why not Akmal, Huh?!"

"Akmal is the future husband of Mbak, he should know. It was as if he had to prepare with the slovenly habit of Mbak."

"God! Shut your! Do not discuss about the prospective husband or wife, or your mouth mbak keringin use hair dryer."

"Okay." Akbar is silent, potent by the threat of Agnia.

"Why did you come here?"

Akmar. "Please iron my clothes.. I want to wear it now.."

"All right, whatever." Agnia immediately got up, exiting her room first. Leaving Akbar, whether the boy wants to be there or not. Want as soon as possible to make Akbar go from before him.

"That's not possible. How can you live without Ma'am, Huh?!" knotuk Agnia's.

Akbar sniffed, not caring. The principle is; while there are human resources, why not use them?

Akbar's sharp eyes looked down on Agnia's pillow, as she rose to come out. His eyes squeaked, making sure. I can see what I can't see for Agnia. His hand grabbed the pillow, finding something interesting between the pillowcases.

"Well.. ring? Since when did Miss Agni have a ring like this." Akbar frowned, lifting the ring in the direction of his eyes.

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"Gue was just curious." said Akmal, tersemyum. Staring at Akbar who was casually sipping his drink.

Akbar. "That's hard, how do I show Adi.."

"So her name is Adi?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Say, what's his personality?"

"His personality?" Akbar thought for a moment. "He's kind, he doesn't talk much, he's always clopping with Mas Hafidz, Emh.. Hardworking, friendly, especially yes. ah. I don't know. Why are you curious?"

"Just want to know." Akmal replied, unconvincing. " But I salute you, Lo just said good things about him."

"certain. It's his personality, not kegoblo."

"Keep..does the characters have something in common with me?"

"ah! Aye." Yeah." Akmal smiled widely. "That's why I know why you are the only person after Adi who can make Miss Agni open heart. Because you look alike." explained Akbar, making Akmal more disappointed to hear it. "Emh.. Did Miss Agni ever say that?" Akmal asked, his eyes widening with enthusiasm.

Akmal shook his head quickly. "No."

Akbar nodded. "The shop, you have something in common."

"Yeah? But there must be one thing that might be different."

"There's a.." Akbar cut quickly, making Akmal relieved for a moment. "The difference, lo klop same me, if Adi klop with my brother."

"That?" Akmal scratched his nape not itchy. It's not even a good thing he feels.

Akbar nodded, smiling widely. Enjoying Akmal's frustrated face for some reason.