Want a Life of Heaven

69. More complicated than the loss of the ring

Akbar laughed crisply, staring at Akmal's frustrated face. Can slightly translate the anxiety of this friend. The one who was laughed at was just dumbfounded, not knowing what Akbar's laughter meant to him, staring in confusion.

"Gue's kidding." Akbar ended his laughter, raising his eyebrows.

"meaning?"

"Lo is very different from Adi, at least from what I saw. And if Ma'am Agni says like that, I'm sure it's not about your personality."

"Continue?"

"I think it's probably more about the impression he feels. I told you, after the new Adi, you can make Ms. Agni comfortable."

Akmal sighed softly, Akbar's words were exactly what Agnia said.

"I wonder if you have anything different from that person. Something I can recognize, that it's you."

"You mean, we're both exactly the same?"

"No, not at all." Agnia shaking. "It's not about you, him, or your personality. This, about how I feel about you two."

Akmal was made dizzy again remembering that, diving into Agnia's life really drained her time and feelings. Sighs long. If it's about Agnia's feelings, then how can she change all that?

"God! I've been talking about it, aren't you horrified?" Akbar glared, raising his voice.

"Well?!" Akmal raised his eyebrows, let alone hearing Akbar's explanation, not even the question he just heard.

Akbar snorted sebal. "It's nothing. Lupain only!"

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"Why is it when shampooing at this hour? The trouble? Whoa!! Akbar's been amazing lately." Agnia grumbles herself, only returning after ironing. His intention was to iron only one outfit, but ended up beating everything in the basket.

Long enough Agnia left, but it was not enough to make him forget his annoyance at Akbar. Entering the room, a sigh sounded. Agnia was again faced with reality, the ring was still not found.

A moment of Agnia was sculpting, circulating her eyes around the corner of the room. Soon his eyes grew. "Ah.. Mother." said he, now remember. His room was tidy when he came home, but before he left a mess.

Agnia stepped quickly, sure enough if her mother had time to enter her room. He ran up the stairs to his mother's room.

"Mom.."

Khopipah frowned, closing the book he read on his desk. "Yes? Login.."

Agnia immediately passed her head, looked at it first before then stepping inside it perfectly.

"What's wrong?" Khopipah rounded his eyes, puzzled by the difficult-to-understand gaze of his daughter.

Agnia. "Mother... This morning clean up my room, right?"

"Yes.."

"Why don't you see that little, pretty, sparkling thing in my room? I lost that thing."

"Small, shiny?" Khopipah frowned, then shook his head. "Come on. But if you mean your brooch, you see.in its place as usual."

"It's that kind of thing, Mom. But it's a little different.it fell somewhere, and somewhere."

"It's not clear, you." Khopipah. "Mom doesn't know that. But what's that got your face bent since last night?"

Agnia did not answer, poking her lips. Making Khopipah already know the answer.

"Looking at your reaction, I think it seems to be very important to you." said Khopipah again, speaking casually.

Agnia walked gontai down the stairs, looking straight at the one she was on her gaze. "Somewhere is the ring." he murmured softly. "For the ring, time passed in vain. Why should it be lost?" mumbled Agnia again, full of disappointment.

"Everything was careless" he said again, stepping back to his room.

Agnia went into her room, back pecking. Thought something. "Either wrong the ring or wrong my carelessness, but everything makes the atmosphere so complicated" he explained.

A call came just then, Silmi's name appeared on her phone screen, Agnia immediately answered the call. Smiled wide, contrasting from a few seconds ago. Now, say full of joy.

"Hello, Waalaikumsalam. Why Mi?"

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Silmi who was also no less beaming was sitting waiting, asking Agnia to come to see him at a Cafe. It's been a while, until the juice in front of him is almost toilet.

Fortunately, the waiting came soon, just before Silmi was getting bored. Stepping in with a big smile, aware of the delay.

"I'm not long, am I?"

"No, less than a long time ago.."

"Gee!" Agnia smiled seductively. "Can't do that, then.. Satirize with fine."

"Well, since I'm happy I'm sorry.."

"Ah yes.Just tell me what makes you radiant. What can you impatiently say? Vacation package, honeymoon, or.."

"I'm pregnant."

"Well?!" Agnia was surprised, not believing her hearing. Sculpting.

"Come on, even your reaction is stranger than my husband's reaction."

"No, you really are.."

"Yes. I'm pregnant." Silmi repeated, looking at Agnia seriously.

"How many weeks?"

"Twelve weeks."

"Twelve weeks? Why do you just tell me now?"

"Because I just found out." Silmi smiled loosely, opening a photo gallery on her phone. Shows testpac* photo of two lines on Agnia.

Silmi frowned, as Agnia simply looked at him without saying anything. "Why? You seem more angry than happy."

Agnia sighed. "I? Getting angry? Come on. I'm happy." said Agnia, smiling. "I was even confused as to how to reveal it. Congratulations, Bumil.."

"Okay, let's postpone the congratulations. Now you can order anything, I'll buy it. Ah. I mean, my husband's a treat."

"It should have been.."

Silently, the two people ate with their focus. Agnia was ravenous for some reason, while Silmi still had a fever as a new pregnant mother. Eat very little and busy occasionally holding his stomach still flat.

Agnia smiled watching Silmi, being happy to see her friend beaming. It is true about pregnant women who always look more beautiful, as if a different aura appears thanks to the jabang in the stomach.

Silmi nodded, smiling. "Oiya, you should be spun off in marriage, continue to be pregnant so that your child will not be the same age as my child."

"Hey.. You are. tell the marriage person to continue to get pregnant at will."

"Why? Don't you have a candidate?"

"No. Candidate what?"

Silmi sighed, not liking Agnia's flat expression. "Keep, the other day to the same parlour as you.. Not some special?"

"Oh! That's.. I can clear it." Agnia said firmly, reassuring her friend. "she's nobody.."

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Akmal went back to his normal day, momentarily forgetting his simple but strange heart. Walking into the library, in his hand was a thick book.

At that moment, Akmal spongean stopped his steps. Take a moment to see what is happening on the edge of the field.

"Aspie?" Akmal squinted his eyes, making sure. The crowd soon happened. Samar sees Akbar walking fast in that direction, followed by Fiki and Ardi.

"Sorry, what's wrong?" akmal asked, stopping one of the students running around to go with the flow. Just as curious as what is going on.

"Do not know, brother. I think there was bullying." replied the student, directly continuing his steps.

"Results?" Akmal sighed riled, his steps in the direction of the others. His feelings were not good, especially Akbar looked angry earlier. It can be understood, if about Asthma then Akbar may be emotional.

Akmal broke through the crowd slowly, from what he was trying to do, not understanding what had happened. Asthma crouched hugging herself, crying as she pleased. The Qori next to him hugged tightly. Akbar stood up with his arms clenched. His sharp gaze led to the familiar man, the man who was now touching the tip of his lips. I don't know what happened, Akmal was already too late and only saw the results of that tension.

At least that's what Akmal saw, couldn't add to the interrogation. Because it will only corner Akbar.

Akmal sat outside the room, waiting. Fiki, and Ardi faithfully accompanied Akbar when he had to face the lecturer. Standing behind Akbar who was sitting side by side with the man who had a bruise on the corner of his lips.

While the tub could not breathe, Fiki finally let out a long sigh after being free from the crowded room. Akbar looked frustrated. "Ah. I don't know! But you're dealing with the wrong person" he said, sounding worried from his tone.

Akbar was silent, sitting with a lot of pressure on his head.

"Wherever, you better apologize to the boy." added Ardi, trying to be wise.

Akbar grunts. "I'm sorry, just as I justify her treatment of Asthma."

"What's? Whoa.." Fiki stared in disbelief. "This is not the time to think right, wrong, let alone Asthma. But you have to think for yourself!" Fiki said softly, tired of what was happening before his eyes. "Akbar.the boy, that Wildan, not once made a fuss. And he never kicked out every student who dealt with him. So before it's too late, get down on your ego!"

"Certain why? She can what? What could his influential father do?" Akbar asked quietly, not understanding why he had to apologize.

"Just inget! Graduation is soon, and I want to not let this problem grow and make your learning years so futile." Fiki again added, the man who usually teases Akbar is now the most able to hear his words. "And whatever you want wherever you translate my words."

Akmal was just as confused, not adding since just being able to listen to Fiki's words. Even he did not have time to ask what really happened, which he knew, this situation was indeed as bad as Fiki said.

From afar three people stepped closer, one of whom was the man Fiki was talking about. He looks like he is grinning from far away.

"Our way out we'll talk later, for now we'll have to apologize." Akmal immediately stood up, turning his head to Akbar for a moment.

Wildan showed a defiant smile to Akbar, although Akbar did not care and just averted his eyes. There was no sense of hesitation at all from the face of Wildan and the other two people despite now being faced with his senior. Everyone knows, Wildan is arrogant.

"Lho.. Akmal?"

Everyone was surprised when they found out that the boy knew Akmal. A look at each other between Fiki and Ardi.

"Why here, brother?" tanyakanya. "And the same man."

Akmal frowning. "You mean Akbar? He's my friend.."

"Oh! Brother Akbar? Yeah yeah.. Excuse me. I don't even know his name." said Wildan, punctuated by laughter staring at two of his friends.

Akmal sniffed his shoulder. Staring slowly. "Look, Wildan. About what happened, please forgive everyone. You know, your friendship is very close. When something bothers one of us, the other must defend as much as possible. Therefore, please forget this if it is a misunderstanding."

Wildan poked his lips, pleased with Akmal's apology. Sighs long. The end of his injured lips rose.

"Alright, for the sake of Akmal, although unfortunately not from Kak Akbar's apology. But I accept, just tell your friend brother.don't be rash to throw that hard punch. The result can be very bad when it comes to the wrong person."

Akmal nodded, As much as possible smiling despite not wanting to. "alright.. And please help me get the suspension lifted."

"Emh, yes, let me think about the punishment. As long as he knows where he is." Wildan once again grinned, then turned to his two friends. "Come everyone.. Don't waste time."

Akmal sighed softly after the three people had passed. Same with Wildan's arrogant speech. But what power, sorry from Wildan is the most important for Akbar at this time.

"That's the boy.." Fiki growled, so anxious. A moment later I looked at Akmal. "Lo seems familiar with him?"

Akmal sniffed his shoulder. "I'm ashamed I have to admit that. But for now, it's indeed profitable."

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Agnia weighed again and again, upon returning from the Cafe only the ring remembered. Now thinking doubtfully, feeling the need to ask Akmal. Who knew his sister had found the ring when she came to his room this afternoon.

Akbar was struggling with his thoughts, annoyed but also regretful. He did not know if his explosive emotions could lead him to suspension for the first time in his lifetime.

"Accbar? Ma'am entered ya.." Agnia's soft voice rang out, livened by the sound of an open door.

Akbar did not reply, leaving Agnia astonished as her youngest sister did not turn her head, and simply lowered her face to stare at the floor.

"What's so exciting about the floor?" asked Agnia, sitting next to Akbar. If the aura was like this, Akbar would be sad.

Akbar did not budge, increasingly bowing his face. Agnia frowned, feeling suspicious. He grabbed Akbar's face to look at him.

"Your face.. Why? You fighting?" Agnia was surprised, for the first time she saw a bruise on Akbar's face since several years ago.

Akbar pulled his face. Shakes slowly.

"Of course, who's fighting?" agnia asked, her voice sounding worried.

Akbar sighed softly. "The problem is not that, Mother."

"Continue?"

Akbar hesitated to speak, staring at Agnia. "I. I'm on suspension."

"Reason?"