Want a Life of Heaven

75.

Agnia fell silent again at her desk, facing her lit laptop. Daydreaming a few things in his head, including recalling Wiryo's sentence this afternoon.

"Emh.. Is that why you turned down the offer to work from you?"

The question made Agnia feel like she had to reduce much of her respect for the professor. Either vengeful or deliberately wanting to take down, but that implied innuendo really sucks. One of Agnia thought there would be an advantage because she was very familiar with her lecturer during college. Moreover, the condescending gaze directed at him, was extremely anxious.

Now he is not surprised if Wiryo to justify all means to protect his son. Actually it was not a problem for Agnia, all were free to behave as they wanted. Unfortunately Agnia regretted why it had to be Akbar who happened to be involved. That certainly makes him unable to just sit still.

Agnia turned the chair she was sitting on, leaning comfortably as her head looked up at the sidesteped ceiling of the room. It was already ten o'clock, and his eyes were still unwillingly closed. Still worried about how he explained to his mother later. He and Akbar could not continue to turn away and avoid the chatter, of course there was a time they had to explain.

Just then, coinciding with the thoughts of Agnia, Khopipah who could not help but feel curious decided to go down to meet her daughter, felt she had to get an explanation.

A slow knock was heard, Agnia was immediately on guard. His back was spontaneously vertical, waiting for the voice of who would accompany the beat.

"Agni? Already sleeping?"

Agnia spontaneously grimaced at the mother's voice, taking a few seconds to weigh as she got up from her seat.

Agnia's smile was sad when she found her mother standing right in front of the door, the door was indeed she had locked before.

"What's up, Mom?"

Tanya Agnia now ended up with the two in the dining room. Agnia serves a steaming cup of tea to the table before joining in sitting in the other chair facing the mother.

"Why do you want to talk at this hour?" ask Agnia, commenting on the smile. Impressed false pleasantries, which in his mind had noisily compose sentences like what will be explained later.

Khopipah looked at the troubled face of Agnia, his hand as he grabbed a cup of hot tea in front of him. "As for your sister, I can't stand it before I ask. What's the same problem with him? he didn't go to college or leave the room, was there a serious problem?"

The statement on Agnia's head just froze, now she weighed. Should lie? Because if explained Akbar's suspension, of course it will be other questions that will definitely return he can not explain. In the end, I could only smile again and again.

"Emh. about that, there is indeed a little problem. But. I can not clearly sit the problem, until Akbar can solve the problem himself."

Khopipah frowned, his curiosity got no answer. But wisely, Khopipah did not protest. It is always so if his children do not want to explain, so as parents, Khopipah can only agree.

"Just so."

Agnia clearly saw the disappointed look in her mother's eyes, but taking into account anything was only the best. "Mother..believe in me and Akbar, right?"

Khopipah nodded, smiling. His hand moved stroking the top of Agnia's head. Trying to show that at any time not only trust, but support also always accompanies his three children.

There was a slight sense of relief, Agnia managed to convince her mother. Now is the time to prove that the trust his mother gave me was not wrong. Agnia returned to her room after a while, returning to her laptop. Given anything else he felt would help, the last road was when they were completely deadlocked.

One folder titled SMP he chose from many folders. His hand moved pressing against the mouse, his eyes searching closely.

One photo appeared on his screen, his old photo with a sports uniform. Next to him the man in blue white uniform was embracing with his wide smile.

Agnia chuckled, look at her displeased face. Implies discomfort.

The person in the photo is the same person he saw in the Wiryo family photo, Gian. Agnia even found out that Gian brengs*k was the son of a professor.

Somehow even though he did not meet for a long time after so many years, he felt Gian could help him at this time. The annoying guy who disappeared a long time ago reappeared. Agnia sure not coincidentally the face of the enemy during his Junior High School reappeared.

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"Hey! What's your name?"

The mood of the new disciples' orientation break became tense for a moment as one of the senior brothers stepped over to a group of new disciples sitting separately eating their lunch.

The little Agnia in the red white uniform looked up, looking at who was talking. His eyes glanced at the left right, confirming who his senior brother was talking to. His mouth was busy chewing.

The young man in the blue white uniform and the bright blue alma mater snorted softly, his eyes cynical yet attractive. Lazily squatting looking at the child who did not blink with his round eyes.

"Gue, you're talking to me again."

"Oh!" Innocent Agnia immediately swallowed the food in her mouth, staring with a smile. "My name.. Agnia, brother."

"Agnia's? Not Zihan?" the teenager frowned, watching Agnia's face and the name tags she wore alternately.

Agnia followed the direction of the cynical man's gaze, huh. Tagged name. It says Zihan A.N.F; zihan Agnia Nur Fauzan.

"That's. first name.." Agnia became so scared that now, that look was intimidating as if she was ready to eat it at any time.

"Okay. Agnian. That's fine.."

"Hemh?" Agnia muttered to herself? What does it mean. His eyes followed until the man stood up.

"Call me Gian, and from today on, you should be ready to deal with me."

Agnia immediately turned to her friends who had been following her silence since Gian came. Very confused with his upperclassman who just left very unclear.

"Cie.." all in unison flirting as far as Gian was concerned, making Agnia wonder herself. Is that a good thing? Though in his ear the sentence of his upperclassman just now feels scary if impregnated.

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"Gian. I finally know where that annoying attitude of hers comes from." he muttered.

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"You're threatening me?" Wiryo stared intently at Akmal at this moment, his hands busy playing the pen on the table.

Akmal shakes.

"It depends on Om interpreting it as what."

Wiryo nodded, grinning thinly. Salute with Akmal's courage. "All right, whatever you want. All might be considered if you actually have the tape. It's just, everything won't change anything. Either Wildan or your friend it'll be just as guilty in everyone's eyes."

Akmal reviewed the smile. "It seems Om was wrong to think, I didn't have Akbar's name cleared.he was also wrong and deserved to apologize. But. What I mean is. please release Akbar from that punishment. Good names and so on are not a problem for us. Because everyone knows the full list of Wildan's mistakes, everyone knows this kind of story. At least once a month there are events like this."

Wiryo snorted, shaking in amazement. "Gee.. You think after hearing this remark of yours, I would bother asking the committee to release the child? I even thought about dragging you along, including that woman." Wiryo spoke firmly this time, looking at Akmal more sharply.

"If you want to beg, you should do it right! Not just to dictate my mistakes. Now leave! Before I report everything to your parents."

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Akmal rubbed his face in frustration, even the footage he had would only go to waste. Why would he cape-cape looking for that nearly deleted footage?

After this what can they fight for? The question went back across Akmal's head. All alibis are indisputable, even purpose comes with no use. Even back dragging him and Asthma, not only that.. The fate of the organization is on the verge of collapse.

On the one hand, Sidiq also got a call on the same day from Wiryo, quite surprising because so long did not talk. But it turns out that the reason for the call was more surprising, Sidiq was rendered speechless by his old friend's complaint against Akmal.

Sidiq sighed deeply, shortly after the call ended. Without delaying any longer, immediately stepped towards Akmal's room. Don't want to delay his curiosity any longer, have to make sure.

Akmal who heard a knock on the door of his room immediately got up from his seat, stepping lazily.

"Dad?!"

Sidiq smile. "Can you come in?"

Akmal nodded, of course. At that time his mind was already glaring away, if this conversation would be based on Wiryo's report to his father.

Sidiq came in, put his butt in Akmal's comfortable chair. Facing the only child who now puts himself on the lip of the bed, ready to listen.

"Why not sleep?" ask Sidiq, as usual mince words first.

"There's still work to do, Dad. After this I just slept."

"Ehh.." Sidiq nodded, glancing at his son's messy study table with a few thick books as well as a lit laptop.

"Do you know why you're here?"

"Professor Wiryo?"

"Yes, that."

"What does Om Wiryo say about Dad?" Akmal asked with a wide smile on his face, it was strange how Wiryo's threat to him was actually realized.

"It's nothing, he's just complaining about your style of speech that he says is too bold."

"Too brave?" Akmal snorted softly, smiling back. "That's because he's stubborn and doesn't want to hear."

"Oh! So it's true that you came to his house just to brag?"

"No, but if he thinks it's up to him."

Sidiq sighed softly, Akmal is indeed very similar to her. I feel like I no longer need to ask. "Oh, forget about it. Focus on your lesson."

"Well?!" Akmal frowned, not imagining such a reaction. "Dad not want to know the story?"

Sidiq shook his head, rising from his seat. "Everything can happen, whatever it is. But as long as you're right, don't quench that fiery desire."

"Even if I make a big mistake?"

Sidiq. "Yes, whatever, just remember, the smaller you know, the bigger the responsibility you have to take on yourself."

Akmal nodded, smiling proudly. That's his father, somehow tonight he feels his father is cooler than usual.

"Sleep.." Sidiq once again turned his head, smiling again at Akmal.