Want a Life of Heaven

79. Akmal Promise

I never promised, though,

Although often kept.

Never swear, though,

Although often manifest.

When those two things are said, then,

Please believe with all your heart..

Let me be as strong as I can be.

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Akbar still lounging in the long sopa, hitchhiking while playing a cell phone. So many times lazy after the problem, even the dhuhur adhan who reverberated did not make him quickly go to prayer.

"Boss!" Akbar complained again to himself, for the umpteenth time saying the same thing. A moment stretched his body before going to the room, moved to pray after waiting fifteen minutes.

But his steps somehow turned towards Agnia's room, just idly wanting to know what her sister was doing.

"Mister?!" call Akbar, while opening the door to Agnia's room without being invited as usual.

Agnia turned her head, looking at her bumbling sister. Still berukena complete when caught breaking the mattress.

Akbar passed himself into the room, staring questioningly.

"Search something?"

Agnia ended looking for him when Akbar came in, sighed softly while standing facing Akbar. Ready to issue the same complaint in his heart.

"How many times must I tell you, before entering it knock on the door first."

Akbar did not say, just smiled thinly. Tired of saying sorry, he was still curious about Agnia's reply.

"Search what?" reset Akbar. "Still looking for that one?"

"There is a point." Agnia's short, her voice sounded lazy.

Akbar. "Ih asked! Answer the real dong Mbak, who knows I can help findin."

Agnia gave her lips, she had indeed thought of asking Akbar, but not anymore. If he didn't find the ring, how could Akbar? And if Akbar who first found the ring, he would certainly bother him at any time.

"Bros." Agnia's brief, that's all that came to her head.

Akbar immediately chuckled. "Brook? Which brooch? I think it's special to be sought."

Akbar's laughter made Agnia strange, I don't know what she meant. Feeling there's some implicit insinuation there.

"Don't laugh, it doesn't help."

"People want to be helped is also not clear, really brooches?"

Agnia can't say anything else, doesn't want to lie any more. Staring sharply at Akbar, who seemed to doubt his words.

"You don't want to be helped, jaudah.." Akbar sniffed indifferently. Move to Agnia's bed.

"Jude." Agnia won't lose, sniffing no matter. Seeing Akbar sitting his butt on the bed, Agnia was astonished. "Why do you still stay here?" tanyanya lazy. "out! It's not like praying here."

Akbar manyun, did not accept being expelled even though he wanted to help. But he could not deny that he had not prayed.

"Don't you know I haven't prayed?"

"Tau, look." after Agnia, who was actually lying. He just spoke earlier.

Agnia's answer only makes Akbar confused, where can already and has not been a prayer can be seen outwardly.

Akbar sighed a moment later, muttering softly. "Males."

That mutter managed to make Agnia wonder amazing. Staring in disbelief at his little sister. It's usually that kind of talk. "Astaghfirullah's.. What was that about?"

"What's? By what? I didn't say anything until Ma'am had to be Istighfar." protested Akbar.

"Ish this is a child!" Agnia glared, ready to raise her voice. "Yes, Ma'am shouldn't be istighfar. Because what should be istighfar is you."

Akbar clucked, not accepting Agnia's plot. "What the mother, I didn't say I wouldn't pray."

"Denger yes, my dear sister.do not because you are in trouble, keep your faith is also problematic. What if Allah does not make it easy, but makes it difficult because you are like this?"

"By the way.."

"Well, let's pray there! I don't congregate, the prayer is expected later."

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"Mother likes it, same Agnia" said Retno.

Retno smile. "You too, right?"

Akmal smiled back, of course. No need to ask again.

"It seems we clop, Mother never you like a lifetime can be familiar with girls."

Akmal chuckles. "That's because Mommy and Aunt Khopipah are friends, don't overdo it."

"That's it?" Retno chuckled, too. "But you are serious, Mother does not want another. Enough Agnia."

"Mother's desire is an order." said Akmal.

Retno smiled happily, satisfied with that answer. "Pinter.." he said, while gently scrambling Akmal's hair. To then rise and pass, leaving Akmal astonished. He was considered an adult when asked to marry, but was considered a spoiled boy when his mother ruffled her hair.

Akmal's smile did not disappear, following Retno's steps away. A joint memory of Agnia flashed after that.

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"I'm sorry, Ma'am. Mother is like that."

Agnia turned her head with her eyebrows linked, her eyes were busy watching the photos displayed in one of the rooms of the large house Akmal. Now turn to Akmal, waiting for an explanation.

"meaning?"

"Mother is too expressive, sometimes make people around him awkward. It's afraid it's making you uncomfortable."

Agnia shrugged her shoulders. "Who said? I'm okay anyway. That makes me uncomfortable is you, not your mother."

Agnia's honest answer succeeded in igniting Akmal's hardness.

"Why laugh? I'm serious."

Akmal nodded, ending his chuckle. Agreed, Agnia's gaze did show some seriousness.

"Well, but even if you're not comfortable with me, I'm not leaving."

"There's no need to go, I'll go." - timpal Agnia, relax.

Akmal couldn't help but smile, so anxious with this kind of Agnia's words. Like opium. But it is not Akmal if it is offended.

"No problem if you are not comfortable now, I will fight so that you are comfortable and can not be far from me. That's my promise."

Agnia gave a thin snort, not at all impressed by Akmal's words.

"alright.. Happy fighting. And good luck." replied Agnia ketus. For a second, he turned his eyes to the pictures of the Akmal family.

Akmal let out a long sigh, briefly turning his head in the same direction as Agnia's gaze. A moment later looked back at Agnia who had clearly avoided her gaze.

"I'm sure you Ma'am, our wedding photos will be attached to this room. It's my promise."

For that sentence Agnia turned her head back to make, the stern look was gone. Long enough to look into Akmal's eyes fixed, only Akmal did not know the meaning of the gaze, nor could he guess whether the sentence really made Agnia's heart beat faster or not.

...

Children's downcast heads filled Agnia's sense of sight now, the child who was focusing on writing was a henchman as usual. Very peaceful.

Agnia gave her lips, even in this short leisure situation, only one person filled her memory.

"I'm sure you Ma'am, our wedding photos will be attached to this room. It's my promise."

The sentence flashed again in his ears, let alone Akmal's smile and confident gaze managed to make his heart melt again.

"Astaghfirullah's.." Agnia shook her head, removing Akmal's shadow that was interfering with her thoughts. No way, he can't just think about Akmal.

It is only marriage that provides a solution when love fever spreads, for one or two things to avoid forbidden adultery that starts from small things like what is happening to Agnia today.

Moreover, Agnia is already at the ideal age to get married, only if the ideal talk arises one question;

Is Akmal ready and at the ideal age to get married?

Different levels of maturity between men and women are a consideration for some women. Not without reason, men tend to be more difficult to mature. Not everything is measured by age.

Currently, Agnia could only leave everything to the one in power. In the past he was so excited about his choice, this time let God decide.

A long breath came out of Agnia's mouth, why was her mind so far away.

Kimi's eyes turned on the windows of the madrasah that was quite low, again distracted by a small craft that was installed pretty there. Agnia again snorted, wondering why she again and again saw something related to Akmal.

Either because he was already very much in love with the man, or indeed Akmal who had been so immersed in his life that the man was now in every little thing around Agnia.

Agnia shook her head again, what happened to her. One thing is certain, Agnia must return to busy herself in order to forget about the trivial things.

"Have you?" agnia asked, when he saw one of his students who had raised his head from the book.

The girl sitting at the very back nodded, smiling. Actually it had been quite a while to pay attention to his teacher's behavior that seemed a little strange today. He became worried.

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next; meeting with Gian?