Want a Life of Heaven

73. Find a way out

Wildan took a quick step away from Akmal, very upset. Mumbled with emphasis "Liat aja, I must have ruined the friendship he was so proud of."

Akmal sighed softly, staring at Wildan's back which was getting further and further out of his sight. He was made dizzy with the behavior of the boy, a little wonder also why Wildan targeted Asma of the many people he could make enemies.

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Asthma remained silent for the last five minutes, bowing her gaze. Only occasionally looked up at his friends also silent with their respective thoughts.

"Emh.. I'm sorry about this, it all got hit because of me." Asma said, his head was getting bowed.

Fiki snorted softly, smiling thinly. "Bless your head! Don't feel so guilty, that boy is a bitch. And unfortunately, you're not lucky enough to deal with him."

Everyone nodded, agreeing. To then silence again, not eager to talk. Just a regular sigh rang out, this matter rendered them speechless for no reason.

Before long Akmal came, his face was lethargic for no good news. All who had been waiting for him knew that right away, again sighed in retribution unconsciously.

"There's progress?" Fiki asked.

Akmal shakes. "He was as stubborn as ever. But Asthma.." Akmal turned to look at Asma. "Don't be discouraged! We'll find a way out soon."

Asthma nodded, then cursed herself. If not at an occasion like this, Akmal's words to her would have made her happy all day. But his guilt for Akbar made Asma forget that.

"And don't feel so guilty. That's Akbar said." Akmal added, after seeing the Asma that seemed to be lost in spirit.

Akmal's words managed to make Fiki smile meaningfully while looking at Ardi. "Well that kid, it could be a business in a situation like this."

Ardi who had been silent immediately stared at Fiki, making Fiki silent a thousand languages. "And you, it could be scolding Akbar in a kayak gini situation."

"Sorry." Fiki for the last time grinned, then returned to serious mode.

Asma poked her lips at that moment, recalling Agnia's words earlier this morning.

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"But, do you know why Akbar can be that angry."

Asthma shook her head, completely carried away by the gentle way of talking Agnia but always ended up with a long explanation.

Agnia chuckles. "You don't know or don't know? It. the protective instinct of a man for the woman they care about."

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Uh! Asthma massaged her head, all this time she had only seen one person. Not Akbar, but Akmal. Now it began to think whether he was too cruel to Akbar by ignoring him all this time?

"Because of this commotion we've become less productive, preoccupied with one simple problem that the damn brat exaggerates." Fiki spoke again, as usual revealing what flashed in his head.

"But this also tests our friendship, we can't let one of us fight alone." Ardi added, he who is the most considerate at the moment finally opened his mouth.

Fiki agreed, nodding immediately. Turning to look at the busy Akmal himself with his thoughts. Stare suspiciously. "But..how did you know Wildan? As I wish you guys never seemed to greet each other before."

"Ehh.." Akmal straightened his back, regaining consciousness that almost everyone did not know that Wildan was the son of one of their lecturers. "His parents, they know my parents."

Fiki nodded, but still with a curious look. Looking at Akmal who for him is suspicious, ready to ask other questions. But at that time, it was right that someone who was still part of the organization came in a hurry. Looks panicked.

"Ardi, there's a problem."

Everyone frowned, looking at each other. It was prejudiced that was not about Akbar's problem.

"Liat Wildan's account now!"

All according to, check their respective phones. A recent post from the official campus account surprised everyone, showing a short recording of Akmal pulling Wildan's collar off, which Akmal said was threatening.

Almost all of them turned their heads together Akmal, now knew what happened when they spoke together earlier. Akmal snorted softly, wondering where the video came from. He was again made speechless. Not to mention in the next slide showing footage of Akbar hitting Wildan's jaw as hard as he could. And the final slide certainly featured footage of Asma slapping Wildan.

The caption on the post was no less to make their blood boil, it was written; the confusion of the members of the MBI. What violence did they actually learn?

"Aah!" Fiki let out a rough sigh, almost throwing her phone. "Something's wrong, I think he targeted our organization in the first place."

"After this we can what?" Fiki turned to Ardi, as if asking for conclusions or orders from their leader.

Ardi confirmed his glasses, still weighing. "We need clarification. We'll see the lecturer after this, and Akmal. As much as possible ask Wildan to remove the post immediately."

Akmal nodded. "Okay. But I'm not sure it'll work."

"Yes. Ana knows." Ardi back weighing. "It didn't work, try to find the tape in its full version. We can take advantage of that."

At that crucial moment, Akbar who did not go anywhere and just stayed in his room replied that he was sick when asked by his mother why he did not go to college. Although inwardly confused how to explain everything, and forced to lie until at least this problem is clear although not necessarily when the completion.

A call made Akbar's phone ring at the time. Immediately replied when he saw the name of Fiki listed.

"Hello?"

"Liat post Wildan now." Fiki said without further ado. To Akbar's astonishment, raising his eyebrows next door.

"What else is this? Why see her post? I don't know his account anyway."

"Lo don't know? You idiot! Though Lo's account in the same mention him."

"Mention? What post?" Akbar panicked after this, immediately opened his social media without closing the call from Fiki. "Start.."

"Where?" fiki's voice sounded, very flat. Very anxious why Akbar sluggish.

"Aah!" Akbar who had finished checking did not show any overreaction. "Gue wasn't surprised."

"Fight with reactilo!" Fiki blurted flat again, sighing later. "But think about what we should do Hah!" he said it again, now screaming.

"What are we going to do?" Akbar parroted, momentarily silent. "No. You guys got 'em, let me find a way out."

"Lo to be in! This all happened because you were too rash to act. Serahin's all the same to us!"

"But I'm not going to be rash now, so you don't have to do anything that can add to the problem."

"Well.lo mouth.." Fiki said anxious. "Don't forget this is your carelessness."

"Yes yes.. That was my fault, but.. Akmals. Try asking him. Why is he following emotions? he's the one who warns me to be patient but he's the one who's vehemently threatening the boy."

"Heh, stupid! It turns out you are the same, Lo incitement incitement to the post. The story isn't that, everything's remanufactured."

"Gue know, that's why I'm asking you not to interfere anymore. Don't let one of us get involved again."

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Agnia, who was curious about the progress of the Asthma problem, began to wonder whether what she thought happened or not. Because bullying often continues, whether against it or not, whether verbal or non-verbal, whether covered in jokes or not, but such events must have resulted.

Actually Agnia was reminded of him. The same thing but nothing similar ever happened to him.

There is a bitch who always bothers him when Junior High first, no less than once a month the school is made uproar with their quarrels. The cause is simple, ranging from just because they do not answer kindly when greeted, merengos when passing, do not want to be escorted home, to do not want to be invited to eat in the canteen together.

Quarrels no longer occur, until all students to the teacher think they are dating. Agnia did not dodge even though she was very upset with the rumors, choosing silence.

From there Agnia judged that if fighting someone who is stubborn with stubbornness will also be in vain, she will not be tired even we are tired. Responding as necessary, the rest of being heartened was the best.

Until her upperclassmen graduate, Agnia feels alive for the first time after two years trapped by her nemesis's frenzy.

At that time he could even cry all day with the behavior of his reconnaissance class brother. Even overnight can be upset because you do not want to go to school if you have to meet the annoying man. Think of many ways to avoid it, but look at it today.. Agnia smiled remembering that. If you remember today, the story is fun.

"How are you doing?" mumbled Agnia, suddenly remembering one of the most annoying figures in her life story.

Agnia decided to go to Akbar's room after she finished changing clothes, pushing open the door of Akbar's room without permission. Make the owner look, be alert.

"Why? Isn't it fun not going to college? But your face is a thousand times more miserable than usual."

Akbar did not say a word, replying to his sister's words by thrusting his cellphone showing Wildan's post, since then he noticed while contemplating what he could do.

While Agnia focused on the post, she seemed to try not to be surprised according to Akbar's point of view. A moment later returned Akbar's intense gaze with an astonished look.

"Well, you two. Could be involved in the same problem."

Akbar sniffed his shoulders, as if to convey if he did not invite Akmal to join in this matter at all.

"So what are your plans now?"

"You guys?"

"Yes. That kid seems like he's going to take down your organization, so it's your job to find a way out."

"According to Mama?"

Agnia nodded. Giving a sure look.

"They said it was like that too."

"indeed should. They are wrong because they cannot bind you, if they prevent you in time, this problem can certainly be solved with a simpler solution."

"Yes, sorry. I'm sorry." Akbar said as he looked at Agnia, who actually just wanted to make her brother stop nagging.

"Say what are their plans? Who knows, you can help. Maybe you can help obrolin this problem with your lecturers."

"ah! Yes also. Why are you giving advice now.. But.. Akmal for now wants to once again try negotiations with Wildan. Who knows if the boy will delete the post."

Agnia. "Good, you guys are fast too. But look at you. It's so bad! you're relying on your friend instead of your own efforts."

"Well?!" Akbar frowned, confused. She said her friends had to help, but when her friend helped her, Agnia said she was terrible.

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The fact that his hard-earned organization was built is now on the verge of collapse. It was quick for the committee to move after the post appeared.

Fiki was very anxious, reading one comment at a time in the post.

"It is natural that this happens, but the violence of members of religious organizations cannot be ignored." Fiki parroted, read aloud one comment while throbbing.

"MBI: Hit based sincerely Hahaha."

Ardi frowned, glancing at Fiki's phone screen. "Is there really a comment like that?"

"Yes. Worse is there too." replied Fiki, frustrated. Back to the chair. They're at a cafe now.

Shortly after Akmal arrived, Fiki straightened his back. "Where?"

"Gue hasn't left yet."

"His recordings?"

"Record secure. Fortunately one of my acquaintances still misses the tape."

"Still nyimpen? You mean some of them deleted the tape?" Fiki instinct is the best, now frowning.

"Yes. He said they were told to delete the tape, but my friend this one was deliberately nyimpen in case of a situation like this."

"Oh! Temen lo it must have been the same experience of Wildan's behavior, right? He says how it works is always like that."

"Well, you're good at it too." praise Akmal, to Fiki. Makes Fiki raise her eyebrows, proud.

"Hemh.I ideal if I don't work in the office actually be a detective of origin you know." Fiki spoke with a silly expression, making Ardi lift his head from the laptop screen. Riding a smile, Fiki was indeed the most able to melt the atmosphere.

Just then a message came to Akmal's phone, from Akbar. Several sentences.

“Not going to Wildan's house? If so. pick up Miss Agni here. He said there was something he could do if he went with lo.”

Be carefull! It may be mode.

Akmal did not reply to the message smiling with another message Akbar typed. Directly looked up at the two people before him, rising up.

"Gue leave now, yes. do'ain everything is smooth."

Fiki is annoying, although it is natural to also ask for do'a at a time like this. But Akmal's speech sounded dramatic in his ears.

"Yes.. May the hearts of the slacker melt, the hearts of the students as you look at your smile."

Akmal nodded, smiling with Fiki's words. Immediately go after patting Fiki's shoulder gently. Ardi furrowed his brows, turning his eyes towards Fiki. Staring strangely.

"What's? You also have to admit that the most interesting thing about him is his smile."

Ardi sighed softly, ignoring Fiki. Back on the laptop screen that is still on. Letting Fiki as he pleases with his mind.

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Akmal was waiting in front of Akbar's house, but not for Akbar but for Agnia. Akmal was curious about one thing, whether the help Agnia meant was the same as what was on his mind, he had to make sure.

Soon Agnia appeared, immediately approached Akmal.

"Come on!"

Akmal nodded, his smile not left behind. Feeling happy on the one hand because the first time Agnia asked to be invited with him, even if only because of Akbar's interests.