Want a Life of Heaven

71. Because of Akbar's anger

Early in the morning Agnia was getting ready, about to meet someone before going to teach. Just got off the ojek, asked to be dropped off in front of a house whose environment is very foreign to him, after looking left and right just knocked on the door of the house several times while saying greetings.

"Waalaikumsalam.." a middle-aged woman opened the door, coming out with a questioning look. Because it is foreign to the neatly dressed woman in front of him, inwardly calculating what purpose this person came for.

"Who's looking?"

Agnia smiled. "The asthma is there, ma'am?"

The living room of the house is very spacious, but feels narrow because there are many things there. A three-story bookcase full of no gaps, a study table with chairs, a soup and a television in the left corner, and a dining table in the other corner. Penetrating directly into the kitchen, thus from what Agnia observed.

Soon Asthma came from the kitchen, carrying a tray filled with a glass of water in her hand.

"Please, Ma'am.." Asthma let it be, putting that glass of water in front of Agnia.

"Yes, thanks.."

Asthma scratching her nape does not itch, smiling awkwardly. "I'm sorry Mom, the house is a mess."

Agnia shaking. "No, I'm comfortable here. You've never been to Ma'am's house.."

Only able to smile, Asma was at a loss in response to Agnia. The truth is they are not really familiar, even the way Agnia downplayed her lies. That big house, certainly not as messy as this house. Think Asthma.

"Bak here.. is there.. what?" tanya Asma hesitated, afraid of mispronouncing.

"You look at you. You good?"

Asthma nodded.

"Thank God.."

Silent for a moment, Asma was silent with her thoughts. "Emh.. Akbar how's Ma'am?"

"Akbar is good, it's just that his silly temperament for now is gone." replied Agnia, smiling widely. Trying to melt the atmosphere.

Asma returned with an awkward smile, did not feel the words of Agnia funny until she could smile loosely.

"On that.. I'm sorry, Ma'am. Because of me, Akbar got dragged into trouble."

"I'm sorry? wh why? That's decision. Everything that happened was a risk of what he did. Anyways.." Agnia smiled broadly. "Mbak prefers the quiet Akbar."

Again Asthma was confused to react, who finally could only smile awkwardly.

"But, to solve all this, you need to hear the story from your perspective."

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Qori who saw Asthma's fist, immediately grabbed that hand. Wish Asthma would melt, forget her emotions and just go with her. The atmosphere was getting hotter with everyone's gaze on them.

Asthma pulls the rough of her hand, ignoring Qori. Walking quickly followed Wildan to the middle of the roomy. Roughly pulled the guy's shoulder.

Wildan raised his eyebrows, smiling obliquely. Very interesting, not all women like Asthma he felt. Very brave, and not deterred after being warned repeatedly.

"Why? Changed mind?"

Agnia sniffed, her sharp gaze not shifting from Wildan's face. Furious, eager to scratch that face.

"It's not me who has to improve my attitude, but you. Don't you think just because your parents are in charge, you can shut everyone up."

"And it's not just you who can give a warning. I can also. Look. Stop acting like I'm a cheap woman."

"I have my pride. And all this time I've been keeping that self-esteem not for you to step on."

"ah! It's boring." Wildan cut off Asthma's words immediately, bringing his face closer to whispering. "Don't be a holy snob! All women are the same, they can be despicable when money asks them. Including lo! Is life not difficult either? Don't get pride."

"Oh! You seem to have a personal problem with women. But be careful, not all women are as despicable as you think."

"Ahh come. Even though I'm listening to you talk to the guy earlier, so don't act like you're perfect. And who's that guy.. Akbar or Akmal?"

*Asma snorted, not believing what she had just heard. "When do I say I'm perfect or I'm holy? This quarrel is too broad, I just ask you to pull your words. Don't act like I'm jala*g. Apologize, and everything's done*."

"Ah whatever, if you want to beg apologies please. But there's not a single word I'm going to pull, nor am I going to apologize for it. Satisfied? And yes, none of that will change the way I look. Once you're low in my eyes, nothing's gonna change." Wildan was about to leave after saying his long dialogue, feeling untrue if he was ignited emotions while his position became the center of attention.

"Ehh.." Asthma muttered again, making Wildan turn back. While Qori complained, anxious with Asthma who again missed his chance to be quiet. Qori sighed softly, looking at Asma who was still just as fiery from earlier. Now start to worry about what kind of ending this debate creates.

"So that's how you judge women? Including your own mother?"

Wildan sighed furiously, exasperated once. He looked back at Asma. "Yes. I see you all the same, including me. Why?" wildan's gaze this time was sharper than before, looking glittering annoyed with Asthma's remark on this one. His hand gripped the shoulder hard Asthma. "Lo mind?"

Asthma rewinds her body, objecting to Wildan's touch. "Don't be rude!"

Wildan smiled obliquely. "Why? You mind because I don't give you money Hah?!" wildan shouted, seemingly powerless to hold back something that had originally fallen asleep in him.

The sound of a slap managed to make an instant of silence, all eyes locked on the furious Asthma and mindlessly slapped a loud slap into Wildan's cheek.

Some who were curious stopped to see what was happening, as did Akmal who was from far away.

Wildan snorted in annoyance, his eyes gleaming in anger again. Feeling pain in his jaw. Looking up, staring around. His breath was hunting a little. His cheeks hurt, and his ego was also hurt.

Wildan a second later clutched his upper arm hard, making the girl grimace and look at him. This time the stranglehold cannot be released Asthma.

"How dare you slap me Huh! Lo think what? You deserve that? Huh uh?! Look around. I can take you more than this."

Asma was grimacing more and more, unable to pull her body like before. Can only resign when Wildan pulled the hood, even though the other hand was as strong as holding back.

Everyone looked at each other, surprised it turned out to be that far as Wildan had gone. Some even laughed, just happy to get content to be recorded on his phone.

Asthma could not lift her face, looking down deeply. His back shook, started crying.

"Never oppose me! It's just one thing I do, think about what else might happen" Wildan said, grabbing Asthma's chin. Pitched his face to Asthma.

Qori immediately ran to snatch the pasmina in Wildan's hands, immediately hiding Asthma's face with it. Gets Wildan for a moment.

"This time you're outrageous."

Wildan squinted his eyes, resenting Qori's gaze. Though he had just given a warning not to oppose, but Qori had deliberately made him even more angry.

Wildan's hand moved to snatch Qori, making all who saw almost screech, afraid the atmosphere was getting worse but did not dare to take a stand.

The only person who dared to act suddenly came. It was Akbar, who stepped fast. Pull Wildan's hand at the right time. The incident was so short that Akbar had slammed into Wildan's jaw.

Wildan staggered for a moment, Akbar's punch was not playing. Touching the tip of his lips for a moment, wiping the blood there. Stepping closer to Akbar.

"Lo who huh? Don't interfere."

Akbar pulled on Wildan's shirt, got their faces so close. Both are hunting.

"You're doing the same woman wrong, I'm here to teach you a lesson."

Fiki and Ardi though late managed to hold Akbar. Separating two people who seemed ready to devour each other.

Akmal sighed softly, already thinking that what was next was just from that. Big problems must have happened after this. It's too late, it's all happened.

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Agnia nodded, looking at Asma full of attention. Didn't intend to make Asthma feel too guilty about what happened. "Uncomprehending. It could happen."

"Do you understand?"

"Yes. Ma'am has also experienced events like this" said Agnia, smiling.

"Some people are indeed proud of their power, tending to make it a shield."

"But either because it is used to being ignored his mistakes, or supported by his mistakes. What is clear is that they were not born that way, a process of their lives that we do not know."

"In a sense, we can't insist on asking someone for an apology just because we think we're right. We don't know what happened to them so they can be cruel."

Agnia smiled gently. "It's not wrong to want to straighten out mistakes, but that doesn't mean we have to repay those mistakes as well. That's what you learn when you experience the same events."

"We cannot fight what is ingrained, the only way to survive this is to avoid. Ignoring everything. Life presents many problems, therefore we must be very careful to make sure not to make the slightest mistake."

Agnia let out a long sigh, staring at Asthma. "You must be confused, right? Why are you bragging like this?"

Asthma shakes. "Because you've experienced?"

Agnia sniffed her shoulders. "Maybe." Agnia smiled, trying to melt Asthma's serious face. "After this will definitely not be easy for you, while Akbar will some time at home."

"So while there's time, watch your attitude. Don't make you lose being in trouble for the umpteenth time. You're about to graduate, don't screw things up.. Understood?"

Asthma nodded, now able to smile. Relieved after hearing Agnia's advice.

"But do you know why Akbar is so angry?" Agnia spoke again, asking with her gentle smile. Making Asma again confused made, because from what he learned the question of Agnia only in the form of rhetoric that he will later explain himself.

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Agnia was so tired, her smile disappeared after leaving the Asthma house. In my heart I was confused how to handle what was going on. I don't know how to explain this situation to my mother. Helaan breath out of Agnia's mouth, not finished about the ring he was actually faced with a more complicated problem.

The sound of the horn stopped Agnia's steps, making her spontaneously turn her head delaying the anxiety in her heart. Agnia scrunched her forehead, immediately knowing if it was Akmal. Damn it made Agnia remember the ring again.

"Continue or intentionally here?" ask Agnia.

Akmal opened his helmet first, tidying his hair for a moment. Just answered with his trademark smile. "intentionally. I had picked up Ma'am to the house, and Akbar kept telling me Mba's here."

"Oh!" Agnia nodded slowly.

"Come. I'll take you.."

There was no time to refuse, the feelings of everyone who was still shaken made everyone behave normally. Akmal lost his taste and it benefited Agnia. Be Agnia back in Akmal's piggyback after a few days.

Akmal is certainly happy, in an atmosphere like this does not expect the romance to freeze just like that. Want the relationship to progress when the problems that occur are resolved later.

A smile was shown by Akmal, as Agnia got off her bike and stood facing him. This commotion made him not have time to chat with Agnia, certainly did not want to miss an opportunity like this. Reopening his helmet.

"Thank you.."

"Together, Mother. Ohhhhh.." Akmal stared curiously, making Agnia pickle in his heart. Having a bad idea of what Akmal will say or ask.

"ah! Before you ask, I have something to ask you first." Agnia immediately cuts, trying so that Akmal can not ask anything that can make him lie or be honest.

Akmal sighed softly, looking at Agnia questioningly. "What questions?"

"That's.. What's the name of the kid that's bothering Asthma?"

"Wildam. Why ask?"

"Wilda's? Oho! But isn't he considering forgiving after knowing Akbar is your friend? Emh.. You know him personally?"

Akmal nodded slowly. "Yes. Known, but not too familiar. His father was a friend of my father's."

"Yeah? So.. was his father that influential? Until everyone seems to bow."

Akmal chuckled, Agnia sounded like she was interrogating right now.

"Why laugh?"

Akmal shook his head, still smiling. "Mother knows his parents too."

"Who?" Agnia asked in a doubtful tone, thinking Akmal was playing it.

"Doctor Wiryo. Wildan's his son."

"Well?!" Agnia frowned, a little in disbelief. "Doctor Wiryo? Well, the world turns out to be that narrow."

"Yes. Thus."

"Yes, I'm in now. And you better get going!" agnia said, ending her question. As soon as possible turn around leaving Akmal.

"But, Ma'am.."

Akmal chuckled amusedly, looking at Agnia who had hurriedly left. As if intentionally avoiding conversation with him. Do not know if there are big things that might make him disappointed if you know the real reason. "Alright, future wife." murmured Akmal, wearing his helmet back. A smile ceaselessly disappeared from his face, furious at Agnia's behavior.

Akmal's motor was as fast as it was lost from sight, someone with his intense gaze incessantly paying attention until Akmal completely disappeared from the reach of his eyes. Staring slowly.

"Dad!" call Raina, pull the edge of Adi's shirt tighter. Looking up, wonder why his father even pecked when he would take him to class.

"Yes?" Adi turned to his daughter, only realized that she had distracted her attention from the child.

"Come on! Take class.."

"Oh! Yeah.." Adi smiled, pinched Raina's nose slowly. "Sorry dad.."

Raina is still looking up, not understanding why her father apologized.

"Come on!" Adi clasped Raina's hand tightly, this time actually taking her son to the school ahead. Sighing quietly without realizing Raina.

Seeing Agnia up close after such a long time was enough to divert her. In the end, he knew that what Alisya said was true. Agnia was already with someone else.