Want a Life of Heaven

76. Strange thump

The warming sun brings a new spirit to some people, unbeknownst to Agnia who now gets new hope. Feeling his efforts to defend Akbar will not be in vain.

In this bright part, Agnia took the time to look at Akbar to his room, a few minutes before going to teach. Ascertaining what his brother would do during his suspension.

The moment Akbar's room door opened, Agnia immediately shook her head in astonishment. When he found Akbar sleeping while snoring with his peace, lying on a mattress without a pillow.

"Subhanallah, this boy." Agnia murmured anxiously, wondering how Akbar can sleep soundly when last night even he had difficulty sleeping because of the problems that ensnare his silly little sister.

But Agnia's prejudice was immediately broken when she saw an empty cup and some snacks on the table accompanied Akbar's laptop that was still burning, but usually left to die until dusty.

Understandably, this careless child seemed to be the same as him. Only able to sleep at this crucial hour, precisely Agnia who had also sipped a cup of coffee before. I hope the sleepiness and comfort are gone.

Agnia sighed, looking at her lame-looking sister's nano. "Where was it yesterday, huh? Once in the new score pretentious." muttered Agnia slowly, while thawing. Feeling the need to wake Akbar, Agnia grabbed a pillow from the bed. For a matter of seconds then hit it on Akbar's body.

"Wake up!"

Agnia's punch is not kidding, Akbar immediately disturbed. Agnia already knew that tenderness would not mean anything to Akbar, so after today, this was the only way to wake Akbar up.

For a while Agnia gave time, want to see if Akbar would wake up or vice versa. And after Akbar tilted his body instead of waking up, Agnia again hit Akbar more crazily several times.

"Wake up! You want to be rich, huh?!' agnia said anxiously, continuing to hit any part he could see.

Akbar was finally forced to open his eyes, clucking while giving a resentful look at his revered brother. His eyes were red, and he looked very sleepy.

"But I have no other work, Ma'am." he was fretting, furious with annoyance. To then snatch the pillow from Agnia's hand and cover her head with it.

"That's exactly.." Agnia pulled another pillow from Akbar's head with great difficulty so that Akbar would hear it. "You should look for activities, don't eat sleep eat sleep continue."

"Okay. But what? You have an idea?" Akbar who was thick now asked calmly with his eyes.

"Well, whatever, it's up to you." replied Agnia, sniffing her shoulders indifferently.

Akbar snorted, his eyes docked again. "Surrender? That's why I'm sleeping."

"Gee!" Agnia was very anxious, turning Akbar's tilted body to lie down. "Yaudah, today go to Zain's house there! Consider it a vacation."

"Certainly? what about Mas Hafidz? What do I have to answer? What if he's raging?"

"It is precisely Mbak want you to be clear all the same Mas Hafidz, do not let him be horrified of others. Or.."

"Yaudah, Ma'am who said that." cut Akbar immediately, eager to make Agnia scram and give him time to sleep.

"Not Ma'am, but it has to be you!"

"Same, right?"

Agnia sighed softly, looking at Akbar's annoyance. "Okay. So you don't want to?" Agnia once again made sure, waiting until Akbar encoded yes. "Do you want to tell Daddy?"

"Alley!" Akbar complained of being restrained, his long legs he gestures a sign of annoyance. Then immediately get up and go to the bathroom without turning her head Agnia.

Agnia shrugged her shoulders, whatever.

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The quiet streets passed by Agnia with Widia. They had already arrived at the school where they were teaching, after less than fifteen minutes of walking together. Fellow teachers who are also neighbors, coolly talk during the trip.

"Morning, mother teacher squared.." greet the best security guard that this early childhood school has, smiling cheerfully as usual. Accidentally got up from his seat, approaching two people who were getting closer.

"Morning, Sir.."

The guard smiled meaningfully, instantly turning his gaze to Agnia. "Emh.. Miss Agni, tumben... not delivered her future husband?"

"Hemh?" Agnia raised her eyebrows, not hearing but rather saving time to think about the answer for a moment.

"Wait.. prospective husband?" Widia, one of the senior teachers standing right next to Agnia turned her head questioningly at Agnia. "So that rumor is true?"

Agnia smiled awkwardly, understanding what the rumors meant. But very confused to answer, especially the security guard in front of them also seemed to wait for the answer.

Widia immediately understood the meaning of Agnia's smile, not waiting until Agnia replied. "Jaudah, we obrolin later" he said understanding. "Sir, please open the gate."

A moment of Agnia was relieved, feeling safe for a while. Although of course still have to explain later.

"So how? You owe me the same explanation."

Widia's interrogation gaze made Agnia again comment on a smile, returning Widia's gaze with a silence. Confused to explain what, not all is clear? so thought Agnia. Unknowingly admit if Akmal is indeed her future husband.

Widia sighed softly in the end when the girl before her did not open her mouth, immediately drawing her own conclusions. "Mom thinks the gossip is not true" he said, which immediately made Agnia stop from smiling. "ah! I mean mother. because the news came from Nur." ralat Widia, very afraid if Agnia felt humbled by her statement just now. "You know him. The other day a courier was looking for you, he thought your girlfriend was."

Agnia chuckled lightly at Widia's reply, not being offended. Because just because he never carried a sidecar does that mean that such news is haram for him? Agnia for a few seconds was already bad to think.

"Yes right?" Widia smiled widely, could not help but smile considering Nur's behavior whose pattern was always so.

At that time Agnia was anti-later hanging out with neighbors, still warm after the rejection that Agnia did to her father's son. All are heavily speculating, competing in scarcity. Starting from Agnia who has not moved on, it is still traumatized, looking for the rich, looking for the handsome. All this sounded to his ears. But Agnia was silent, trying not to care.

Until one day, exactly one courier who was about to send a package to Agnia's house passed by Nur. Ridiculous because he said he did not see the appearance of a courier on the man, Nur just thought the courier was Agnia's lover. Tell that shit to everyone.

The story made Agnia upset at first, but now no longer, she is very familiar with the behavior of Nur who is indeed a two-piece.

Agnia nodded, still smiling considering the story. Didn't expect if he used to be the center of attention, until there was gossip arising from each behavior.

"No, don't tell me!" Widia now forbids, after Agnia actually never spoke up. "Let me ask your parents directly" he said again, pretending to show a disappointed face with pursed lips. For a split second then smiled when Agnia chuckled just got such a reaction from him.

"But.." Widia again normalized her expression after a moment of chuckling with Agnia, now looking closely at the face of Agnia who had not stopped smiling since.

"While I haven't seen the man yet, I think he's a special person" said Widia gently, still staring fixedly at Agnia's now blushing face. "Yes right? You see.he can bring back an Agnia smile like this."

Can't if not smile after hearing Widia's words, even though she's not really sure about her feelings for Akmal. It's just that the serenity in Agnia's heart is real. And admittedly or not, the tranquility was there after Akmal began to harass him.

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Akbar was very lazy to leave, but still went for the sake of obeying what his sister said. He took his iron horse to the house of Hafidz.

The careless child did not lie when he said lazy and not excited, when his helmet was opened he actually evaporated wide without caring about the surroundings. Squirming his body casually, Akbar's behavior like this is what again reduces the side of his good looks a little.

"Well! Almost aja.. Sneakroot."

Akbar spontaneously turned his head towards the voice, slightly surprised by the presence of others around him. Directly grinned wide when he found his sister-in-law who was watering flowers, looking at him in wonder.

Puspa exhaled through his mouth, astonished at what he had just seen. Makin realizes that Akbar is indeed very different from his two brothers.

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Akbar still yawned, making Puspa could not bear to see the situation. Puspa who was unceasingly watching Akbar's movements shook his head in amazement from the dining table, staring from afar at his sister-in-law while his hand moved stirring the steaming tea in one big glass.

"Aren't you in the shower?" tanya Puspa, showing her disgusted look.

Akbar grinned unwilling to say, his hand took the hot tea that had just been served.

"Thank you, Ma'am.."

Puspa did not remove his disgusted gaze, staring back at Akbar from top to bottom.

"Wow.look at you! It's fucked."

Akbar still did not budge, cool to breathe the steam from the tea made by his sister-in-law. Occasionally blowing the tea hoping it gets cold.

"Drink! It's not good to be cold."

For this one Akbar agreed, without looking at Puspa his lips moved to sip the concentrated tea. But for a second the tea went into his mouth, felt into his taste organs, until it escaped to his throat, Akbar immediately put on an expression that was difficult to interpret.

"What tea, how come the hook is like Ma'am." Akbar protested, but the bitter tea had already slid freely in his throat.

"Now, just open your mouth." Puspa throbbed, the trick worked.

"Pait, Mom. Then what was the purpose of that ngaduk kayak? Not even a word of sugar."

"But now you're seger right? Not sleepy anymore?"

Akbar snorted softly, it was true. The sleepiness spontaneously disappeared, but only tetao.there was only his brother-in-law.

"Why did you come here? Isn't it anti-meeting your Mas?"

"Forced."

"Why? Any issues?" puspa asked, his eyes full of suspicion.

"Well.nanyanya" Akbar snorted bitterly, more unacceptable with the expression of Puspa. "My face looks full of trouble? Or a troublemaker?"

"Yes." replied Puspa quickly, without hesitation. "And your brother told me everything, you sloppy bastard!"

Akbar maintained his sinless face, confessing if called careless. A second later stared curiously, recalling the most important right.

"Mom! Does Hafidz know that too?'

Puspa. "Yes, I'm the one who told you."

"Gee!" Akbar is upset, really Agnia. "So she told you why I should come here?"

"For jangain Zain, what else? It's the only way you can keep quiet and make no other mistake."

"Okay.." Whatever, this morning Akbar a lot of pasrahnya. "You're all the same. But.. Is Hafidz angry?" asked Akbar again, curious mixed in fear.

"you reckon? He must be mad."

Akbar clucking. "So Ma'am Agni same Mbak Puspa accidentally sent me to the tiger cage huh?! How." Akbar shook his head, very dramatic. Just understand it turns out this is what is meant to be considered a holiday by Agnia earlier.

Puspa just sniffed his shoulder, that was his goal. Anything to make his sister-in-law understand.

"That's it, because I'm already good now.I want to go home." Akbar immediately got up, could feel a bad thing that might happen in a moment.

Puspa smiled, not a word to prevent. Because when Akbar hurriedly turned around, the figure he feared was really there. I have been putting on a sharp look since.

Akbar showed his grinning manner, hoping that the sharp gaze would at least soften. "Hi, Mas. Not work?"

Hafidz did not budge, still with his deadly gaze. A second later landed his finger into Akbar's ear before his youngest brother acted up.

"A Aaa Aw.." ringis Akbar, who of course Hafidz did not heed. Precisely the tighter pulled Akbar's ears, as if the louder ringing was just entertainment in his ears, still lacking.

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"Everything.singing loudly yes.." pinta Agnia softly, staring at the enthusiastic face of her adorable students. Directly answered the screams of excitement. This is in complete contrast to Akbar's current state.

"Don't forget the moves.. Ready?"

"Ready.."

"Okay. one two three, head. knee shoulder leg.."

"Knee feet."

Agnia chuckles, so anxious. The boy gripped once, and only got harder when the knee part of the leg was on the song. Their hands were not obedient, even touching the head when it should be the knees, and vice versa. Makes Agnia just smile anxiously in the end.

"Mr.." Ripda exclaimed, from afar walking fast as Agnia was about to walk home. Their teaching time is over, of course.

"Be careful!" persemat Agnia, grinning herself at the sight of Ripda's reckless steps.

Ripda smiled widely as her steps were already very close to Agnia, her childish soul still being seen on several occasions, including this time.

"What makes you rush?"

"Emh.. just want his name, Ma'am picked up by Akmal not today?"

"Well?!" Agnia was amazed by the no-nonsense question from Ripda, wondering also why today Akmal is again discussed by the surrounding people.

"I'm just nanya, because I think Madam deket same him."

Agnia certainly shook her head, slowly almost invisible. "Why?"

"No papa, I just thought I'd do it."

Agnia nodded, becoming more and more convinced by Ripda's childlike behavior. "Emh.. Yasudah, we're going home now?"

"Let's go!"

The two men stepped together in the end, Ripda holding Agnia's hand without being asked like a sister to her brother.

"What's your pick?"

"So, I used to wait in front."

Agnia nodded in understanding.

Ripda whose gaze was straight despite being asked Agnia was now spontaneously staring at Agnia, after her eyes were staring at something opposite from Agnia's reply.

"Aren't you really getting Akmal?"

"Yes. Why also.." Agnia's speech was cut off when her eyes saw what Ripda had seen, Akmal was there.

Akmal who was as usual full of smiles immediately descended from his mount, stepping closer to the two people who were holding hands. Makes Agnia inexplicably, feel a strange Desire in her heart. No one knows, but the bang on his chest is now quite disturbing. Do not know why it beats faster, as Akmal steps closer to him.