Want a Life of Heaven

72. Akmal anger

Asma sighed softly, looking through the window of Agnia's house - just outside her house. Noticing something unexpected he saw near his house.Akmal and Agnia together.

Has their relationship gone that far? Akmal even came to pick me up. It was shocking and felt to pinch his heart at the same time.

"Liatin what?" asked the mother, looking up for a moment from her job.

Asthma turned her head, the question made her stop looking outside. "Liatin Mbak Agni, afraid he did not get a ride" he said. "But it's not necessary to think about it, ma'am."

"Emh.. He must have brought his own bike, or maybe the driver? He looks like a rich man."

Asma sniffed her shoulders, refusing to answer based on what she saw. "A pick-up, I guess."

"Oh.." the middle-aged woman nodded back. "So her name is Agni?"

"Yes, Mom." Asthma nodded. "His name."

"From the way she talks, I guess she's a teacher, a lecturer, or some kind of motivator? Or.. maybe a psychologist?"

Asma chuckled at her mother's question, guessing yet in a doubtful tone. "Not everything, Mom. Agni's mother is an ordinary person. It's just very wise. He's the one I told the other day, the speaker at our study."

"Well, you could've said he was someone regular."

"But that's how he wants to be known."

"Great! You're lucky to know someone as amazing as that. Learn a lot from him."

Asthma sighed again, facing the mother who was busy wrapping her chips. "Yes, Sister Agni is indeed extraordinary." he explained, on the one hand her mother's speech made Asma increasingly realize that she was not as extraordinary as Agnia to be able to compete for Akmal's heart.

"But how do you know him? After that study or before? You guys look familiar."

"Hemh?" Asma lazily turned her head, already reluctant to discuss Agnia actually. because it would only bring her at the point of insecure. "Mbak Agni Akbar's sister, Ma'am." Asma replied later, still answering diplomatically while sitting down to her mother. Prepare helping.

"Yeah? Oho! Ustadz Fauzan's son?"

"Yes." Yeah." Asma nodded, a moment later raised her eyebrows, astonished by the difficult gaze she had conceived of. "Why?"

"ah! That's why I think it's appropriate. Wisdom is not taken for granted, it must require an uneasy process."

"I mean mother?"

"She must have gone through a difficult time when she was betrayed by her future husband, I think she learned a lot at that time."

Asma shook her head in surprise, not wanting to respond to her mother's words. Starting again this mother, talking about it. Though what bothers him the most right now is how he can face his friends on campus later. Not to mention if Wildan really didn't let her calm down like Agnia had said.

Helaan breath out of his mouth, already got into trouble he was slapped anyway.

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Wildan, who felt the upper hand after successfully getting his senior brother suspended, smiled happily while standing in the main building of the campus. View the entire campus from up there. Sighing deeply, looking relieved.

"The air above here is different, as if there is a sense of relief when in this position." Wildan muttered ambiguously, without taking his eyes off the sight of the human back and forth on the campus. "Will?" Wildan looked at his two loyal friends. "Isn't this feeling of relief an advantage because we're on top?" wildan asked meaningfully, and again ambiguously. With a slanted smile.

The two people who were familiar with Wildan's temperament just nodded, looking at each other for a moment.

"OK." Wildan turned to face his two obedient comrades, preparing to give the order as usual." I still have business with that girl. But this time I give you a choice, want to join or not."

"Rapaine again? Bokap you have warned us not to make another fuss."

"Well, this is why I gave you both a choice. You must be like this, you good-ass."

Wildan, who cares, then rotates his eyeballs. "Jude, I concluded. The question is a sign that you don't want to join, so I'll go alone."

"Wait the fuck.."

Wildan snorted bitterly, looking at his friend who was blocking his hand. "Don't beat me! You're just the bodyguard I paid for, remember? Because it's.." Wildan pulled his hand. "Help me with your mouth shut.."

"And yes.." Wildan turned his head after a few steps away. "Find everyone who's got footage of yesterday's events, have them erase all of it while I'm playing around."

Wildan certainly did not get an answer, finally just sighed softly. "Obviously, I made a fuss. Then the other commotion won't be a problem. That's what I learned from my book. Okay? You also have to learn from there." he explained while grinning widely.

Wildan passed, after giving the order. Makes the two people want to not just obey. Only able to keep quiet and carry out Wildan's wishes as usual, they were only bodyguards and could not give advice.

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So the next difficult day for Asma happened, he who was ashamed to show his face was forced to go to campus. Unlike Akbar who was punished, he still had to fight for his chance. That was what Agnia repeatedly emphasized to him.

Qori faithfully accompanied, on the other hand regretted why he could not prevent everything from starting. Everyone knows how ambitious Wildan is when it comes to teaching. Even now Qori is worried if Wildan comes back and interferes with Asthma.

Sure enough Qori's worries, when they were still in the corridor had even just arrived there. Wildan had come out of nowhere and was already in front of them. The frequent as always accompanies, making all who see disdain and resentment at the same time.

Asthma sighed, her footsteps stopped the moment their eyes met. Directly averted his eyes, not wanting to meet or glare at each other with someone who was brash. Not wanting to be stuck like before.

"How are you? You sleep well last night, or.. busy thinking of me?" Wildan asked in his casual tone, punctuated with rarity. Intensely staring at Asthma.

Asma did not respond to Wildan's series of questions, as patient as he might have to behave at this time.

"But I think it's good, but I'm worried" Wildan said, acting worried. "Emh.. But does your boyfriend sleep well too?"

Asthma frowned, staring at Wildan this time.

"Yes. Lo's boyfriend who punches it hard." asserted Wildan. "Even I still suffer the pain until now. Uh! By the way, please ask him how it feels to be suspended. This is the first time for him, right? Wow. Come to think of love is indeed extraordinary, can make a role model become a dissident in seconds."

Asma could not say anything, all that Wildan presented the facts and only made him feel more guilty to Akbar.

Wildan scrunched his forehead, tilting his face to look at Astma's face.

"Why? That's a face full of regret, or.. is there anything you want to say?"

Asthma sighed, raising her face. His eyes were staring at something else.

"I'm sorry."

Although upset when Wildan turned his back, Astma could only obey. That's right, the one that came out of his mouth came back to him. He who had no choice now focused his eyes on Wildan, ignoring the shame of all who had returned to huddle without being asked.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry for what I said. I realize it's not appropriate for me to tell anyone, especially you. I'm really sorry."

Wildan smiled, nodding. Enjoying once every time all bowed before him, despite sounding hesitant of his pronunciation.

"Therefore, please revoke the punishment for Akbar" Asma said again, making Wildan laugh instead.

"Taking out that guy's punishment isn't really my power. You asked the wrong person. But no papa, I don't think you know anything."

"I beg. I'll do anything in return."

Qori spontaneously turned his head full of questions to Asma as the sentence was spoken, his words were too exaggerated. What if Wildan asks for something in return.

"whatever?" ask Wildan, grinning satisfiedly.

"Yes." Yeah."

"Emh, unfortunately I am no longer interested in negotiating. But. I can just ask for consideration of the suspension, just. There's one condition."

"Not a problem, I'll do it." Asma spoke with round eyes, so hoping to do anything for Akbar. At least that's what he can do.

"Okay. If so, please kneel down, and say the apology you just said aloud until everyone can be horrified."

Qori sighed softly, pulling his best friend's hand to look over. For whatever reason he did not like it, shook his head in disagreement, pleading. But Asma who had no other choice could only smile, reassuring her best friend if it was not a big deal for her.

"Come on! I'm busy, don't let me change my mind." Wildan said impatiently.

Asthma certainly did not waste time, releasing the tight grip of Qori who was still as strong as possible to forbid it. Making Wildan grunt slowly.

"Hey brother! Don't be prevented, that's what he wants" Wildan said, scornfully at Qori. "Don't be a pussy unless you're on your knees."

Seeing Asma already kneeling, let alone looking at Wildan who was smiling satisfied Qori had no choice but to close his eyes. Not the heart, but can not also accompany Asthma. They could be a laughing stock if so.

"Wait." Wildan paused, staring around first. "Everyone, don't hesitate to take out your phone. Just record, it's fun."

Never fear, one thing on Asthma's mind right now. It is heartless to have to let Akbar in trouble at a crucial time like this. Sighing deeply, this was the only option he had to make sure Akbar was free from his punishment.

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The commotion provoked the attention of many people, Even Akmal, Fiki was also Ardi who had just arrived made a gallop towards the direction the commotion was coming from.

"Wait the fuck.."

Akmal came at the right time, making Qori Langung open her eyes and look expectantly at Akmal.

"Turn off all of you!" akmal. "Off!" he shouted, making everyone look at each other and the few who pulled out their phones hesitated and undo their intentions. Fiki immediately combed through everyone, making sure everyone was complying with Akmal's request.

"What are you doing?" Akmal asked flatly to Asma, making the girl blink. Just this time looking at that gaze from Akmal.

Qori heaved a sigh of relief for a moment, if all got the recording of Asthma first then the image of Asthma was exhausted after this. Ardi next to Akmal immediately gestured to Qori, making Qori understand and quickly awaken Asthma.

"You think that way he'll lift Akbar's punishment?"

Asthma was downcast, again confused by her current position. It's all wrong.

"Well. Akmal, what's wrong? Suddenly interfere?" cut Wildan flat, don't like his activities to be interrupted.

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Akmal ruffled his waist, exasperated with Wildan. Even the boy did not eliminate his defiant gaze even though it was now only the two of them in the deserted corridor with him.

Helaan breathed out of Akmal's mouth, turning to look hard at Wildan. "Let's stop this, you've gone too far."

Wildan frowned, staring questioningly. "outrageous? What outrageous? He even slapped me first in front of everyone. That's not outrageous?"

"But you've humiliated him too, isn't that even?"

Wildan sniffing. "Okay, it doesn't seem like it. Opening her hijab is not something to be ashamed of, the proof is that she still comes to campus comfortably. Look brother, there's no history of girls being embarrassed for opening a hijab. So my treatment hasn't been breached at all."

Akmal snorted at Wildan's reply, This boy did not understand anything. "You think wearing a hijab for a woman is that simple? It wasn't about covering up the disgrace so she had to be embarrassed, but it was even more important than that."

"Of the many women who choose not to hijab in your opinion why is she among the women who choose hijab? He obeyed his teachings, he tried to take care of himself. Then why did you think before that by opening his hijab it would embarrass him?"

"Originally you know it doesn't embarrass him, but it hurts him. You're a little disturbing what he's guarding, something he's principle of. In that case, aren't you the one who should apologize?"

Wildan snorted, then chipped. In his ears, everything Akmal said only sounded nonsense.

"Solar... But again, I will not apologize. Now go ahead, take that girl away. And again, thanks to you, I'm going to avoid all these problems. Satisfied?"

Akmal though irritated could only agree, that was the best for now. "Alright, I hold your word. And I hope you don't bother my friends anymore."

"Okay." Wildan shrugged both his shoulders no objection. "I'm not interested in that girl. But, as I said before, if the conditions I asked did not materialize then do not expect the guy can return to campus." Wildan said while grinning widely.

Wildan's grin succeeded in upsetting Akmal instead of playing, his hand spontaneously grabbed Wildan's collar.

"Lo still doesn't understand? I told you, don't mess with me, I can also be reckless like you."

Wildan took off Akmal's hand from his shirt, staring undauntedly. "The perfect friendship, I'm amazed. One cursed because of his best friend, the other hit because of his love, and this one threatened because of his friendship."

"But remember brother.." Wildan paused, stepping closer to Akmal. His eyes returned full of intimidation. "Everything will not escape my clutches. Including lo. No matter who you make me, with this I will show if Lo has made a big mistake." threatened Wildan with great emphasis, signifying serious with his threat.

Wildan passed after enough of his threat, unwilling to hear Akmal's reply. He just left, leaving Akmal which he managed to make blood rise. Once again he was in the wind while Akmal became dizzy instead of playing.

What should he be like that little boy? so that was in Akmal's mind, to then sigh long while staring at Wildan's passing back.

Just realized if his attitude earlier could provoke a bigger problem.