Want a Life of Heaven

8.

...That sad past, that,...

...I want to forget it....

...I wish it was a nightmare during the day....

...The story tomorrow I don't remember....

...Everything about you that hurts, that,...

...I hope like dust....

...Who flies in the wind....

...And lost without remembering....

...But then it's actually the biggest part....

...Not a nightmare but the most important moment....

...It is not dust but oxygen that is inhaled at all times....

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Agnia sat pensively on the lip of the bed, looking back at Zain who was sleeping comfortably on the soft bed of her aunty.

Helaan breathed out from Agnia's mouth, as her eyes glared far past the window of her room facing directly into the garden.

It was not the flowers he saw, but the sorrow that refused to go from sight to eye. Since returning home from the shopping center, Agnia seemed to lose her spirit. Not even Zain could bring back Agnia's happy smile like this morning.

Agnia's daydream is disturbed, when Asri comes to her room. Agnia looked over for a moment.

"Come, Ma'am!"

Asri came in, went to check on Zain. "De, called mom" he said.

Agnia looked lazy, nodding. Showing forced smiles.

***

"Mom call me?" agnia asked, moving to sit on the chair, coming around the dining table. Joined by Hafidz who turns out to be out since when to sit sweetly eating a bowl of noodles.

Khopipah turned his head from the kitchen, rushing to wash his hands. Closing the pan first contains pieces of chicken meat that he just tasted. The menu he cooked for tonight was chicken opor.

"Yes." replied Khopipah as he headed towards the dining table. "Your mother met Ms. Widia. He tweeted, You were told to come to his house to chat about a recently planned program." explained Khopipah.

Agnia nodded. "Mom Widia has whatsapp me, Mom."

"What program, De?" ask Hafidz, curious.

"Programs for parents, Mas. Yes, the contents are for children too. So in addition to these parents taking their children to school, they are taught some new skills. There are sewing, knitting, cooking groups as well. And their enthusiasm is great, who is adept at teaching others. So we thought, why don't we make this a bigger reach. I think skills can be passed on too."

Hafidz nodded, agreeing. "You're better at gini-rich problems. Mas do'ain everything is made easier with God."

"Aamiin's."

A moment later, Khopipah returned to the kitchen. While Agnia was busy playing her finger involuntarily, so was Hafidz who finished his last mouthful.

"De, please call Asri!" said Hafidz, after first sipping a glass of water. "Get a spit, yeah!"

"Go home now, Mum?" ask Khopipah, from the kitchen. He who heard the words of his eldest son just asked.

"Yes, Mom. Puspa continues to call, will not calm him if Zain has not returned home." Hafidz said honestly, even from the first bribe to the last bribe just now, there have been five incoming calls from his beloved wife.

"Biarin, Mas. Zain nginep here. There's Agnia in charge."

"It's not good, Mom. Ngerepotin girls." replied Hafidz, checking his phone. "Other times, if Puspa is on holiday I bring him here."

"Really, huh? it's been a long time since you've done anything."

"Yes ma'am, God willing."

Hafidz, who had kept his phone in his pocket, was ready to go home, frowning. "Dee!" she called slowly, Agnia was still not stirred from her seat since she asked to call Asri.

"Well?!" Agnia blinked, rounding her eyes, asking what was the matter.

"Mas said, please call Asri. I want to go home now." repeated Hafidz, this time with a confused look.

Agnia. "Oh! yes, sorry Mas. I call you now yes." he said as he rose to his room. leaving Hafidz shaking in astonishment, what's wrong?

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Akbar had just returned home, when Asri carried Zain out to the car. He who intends to provoke the anger of Hafidz since seeing his car parked in the yard became urgently after seeing Zain. All the ideas bothering his elder brother were like yawning away.

"Zayn!" call him slowly, unlike when beetenggar with Hafidz.

"Sleep, De." said Asri. Showing Zain's deep face. "Kecapean abis playing all day."

"Well!" yelling Akbar disappointed. "From morning play here, Mommy?" ask Asri, Zain's nanny who is actually still a close relative of the Fauzan family.

Asri, the twenty-seven-year-old woman nodded. "Yes. Abis was invited to walk the same way."

Akbar nodded. This time I looked at Zain. He wanted to rub Zain's puffed cheek. Slowly his hands stretched out. But not yet his hand reached Zain's cheek, Hafidz appeared and hit Akbar's hand. As if not sincere cheeks his son touched by Akbar.

"He's sleeping!"

Akbar grimaced, staring intently at Hafidz. "Why? Can't you fuck me up yourself?"

"Not that, if he wakes up because of your sinful hands how?"

Full-sinful? A rude snort came out from Akbar's mouth after hearing Hafidz's words. It's hard to believe that word came out of a Hafidz. "No, lo!" akbar said firmly. "On its own, many sins can also be called other sinners."

In order to see the two brothers debate, Asri chose to go to the car. Everyone knows how the continuation would be if these two people were united.

"Whatever!" this time Hafidz ended the empty debate, immediately recalling something more important. "Yes, ask Agnia. I think someone's been bothering her mind since."

Hafidz's serious remarks failed to be taken seriously by Akbar. Like there's no such thing as a serious word in the dictionary of their brotherhood. "Tell me this story?"

"Serious cave!" said Hafidz, glaring.

"Yes." Yeah." Akbar glared back, with his hands on guard if Hafidz hit him or pulled his head. "Seriously, I'm the one who's kidding."

A moment later, Hafidz waited for his sister to speak more seriously. About Agnia where can be a joke?

"For the most part, Mas. Kekeuh jadi him. The guy he's still traumatized."

Hafidz sighed. "Gue told you to ask Agnia. Not making an unwarranted statement rich gini. You think he'll agree, if he's still traumatized?"

"Bawel, lo! I asked you. Satisfied?"

"Tell you later!"

"Hem" Akbar answered lazily.

***

The sound of the door knob being pressed did not disturb Agnia's daydream. He who is usually sensitive to small disturbances, at this time just like losing his sensitivity. Unaware of Akbar who popped his head from behind the door.

Agnia looked up, aware that there was movement in her mattress. Yes, Agnia again straightened her gaze out the window. Not surprised at all.

"You come in and read the greetings!"

"I read the greetings, Ma'am who is not horrified." said Akbar.

"You read the greetings, you must be horrified. Don't think I'm daydreaming."

Akbar sniffed, admitting. He who reads the greeting is a lie.

"Whenever here? If you talk about the study, especially about Asthma, it's no longer in the mood."

Akbar was silent for a moment, what on his forehead was the inscription ASMA? agnia thought he would talk about Asthma when he met her. Yasudah, Akbar sniffed. "I just stopped by."

"Attracted?" Agnia looked up again, this time staring more thoroughly. "You just came home and came straight here?"

"Heem."

"Sorok! Next time I go home straight to the shower, stop the clothes. I can sit on the bed."

Akbar stared in disbelief, of course the problem was he who sat on the mattress belonging to this only sister. "Cewe is basically complicated!" akbar protest, rise up and move. This time sitting on the window.

A few moments later, Akbar was confused as to where to start his question. Staring at the face without a smile Agnia.

"Zain played here all day, Mommy?"

"Hem."

Akbar sighed after getting a lazy answer from Agnia. "Is there a problem?" ask Akbar.

"A lot." replied Agnia. honestly.

The answer that made Akbar shake his head in amazement, it was not the exact answer to the question that Akbar was addressing. "Whatever!" back down, Akbar almost gave up. "Don't want a story?"

"Can you give me a solution?" Agnia asked back.

"Yes the story is not always about the solution, Ma'am" said Akbar, "What about mothers? let me be obrolin, but don't be moody rich gini. Everyone is worried." said Akbar, sighing. "Especially Mas Hafidz. if about his little sister, bawel." lamented Akbar.

"Lupain aja, De. said it's not papa. anyways not about mother." replied Agnia. "Lupain only!"

"Oh! Don't tell me Ma'am met his daughter's mother, and it turns out that the guy is ugly, creepy. continue Mbak confused how to talk to mom, and more confused how to remove the guy's face from Mbak's memory." Akbar raised his eyebrows, as if asking; right, right?

Agnia chuckled at Akbar's chattering which with her serious face said nonsense. "Not that, ngawur you!"

"Keep what?"

"It's scarier than that" said Agnia, rising up. "Udah ah, go there. You have a lot of work."

***

Hafidz's black MPV car had entered the courtyard of the house, a security guard helped open the fence. Zain who had been awake since the trip, now carried Asri out of the car.

"Asri, for a moment" said Hafidz, just before Asri went further towards home. While Hafidz himself did not intend to enter his house, was about to go monitor his clothing store.

"Yes, Mas?"

"I want to ask, it was fitting to play with Zain. Did something happen to Agnia? He fights with other people, or.."

Asri thought for a moment. "No, Mommy." she answered later, still thinking. "But Agnia took permission to the bookstore when Zain played on the playground, well after returning from there he became diem." explained Asri.

Hafidz nodded in understanding, That must be when something happened, he thought. Butwhat? After the events of three years ago, all the strange things from Agnia became important to him. At that time he failed to protect his little sister, and now Hafidz does not want the same failure to happen.

***

The whole mosque is crowded, syahdu with the recitation of the Qur'an verse of each child. It sounded beautiful despite the occasional commotion of a young disciple, There were five groups of children sitting in a circle. Two of the groups were aged seven to eleven years.

Agnia sat down with one of the groups, guiding six junior high school-aged children who were currently memorizing selected verses.

Allah SWT said:

وَإِذْ قَالَ لُقْمٰنُ لِابْنِهِۦ وَهُوَ يَعِظُهُۥ يٰبُنَىَّ لَا تُشْرِكْ بِاللَّهِ  ۖ إِنَّ الشِّرْكَ لَظُلْمٌ عَظِيمٌ

"And (remember) when Luqman said to his son, when he taught him, O my son! Do not associate with Allah, but to associate with Allah is a great injustice."

(QS. Luqman 31: Verse 13)

They arrived at luqman's letter verse 13, continued until verse 19. The extraordinary letter tells of a lesson-filled message from a father named Luqman for his son.

Raga Agnia is indeed in the mosque, gathered in the science council. But his mind was busy repeating the same vision.

The shadow of Adi and Alisya who are smiling happily with their small family haunts Agnia. Plus, the incident restored old memories that are still related to the two people. The tightness of following those memories, made Agnia unable to think of anything else.

Next to them, a group of high school-age girls are memorizing Al-Kahfi letters. One of them, who was sitting the closest to Agnia suddenly kept silent, heard the reading from the group that Agnia was guiding for a moment.

Some of them misread it, but Agnia did not budge. The girl in white with the flower embroidery instantly turned around, touching Agnia's shoulder. "Mom!" it was slow, yet heard by Agnia. Makes Agnia slightly stunned.

"Yes? Why Via?"

"Mbak why?" ask the girl called Via, can see the condition of Agnia who is not good.

"Sir papa. Not feeling well, Vi." replied Agnia. "You please change tonight, yeah. I don't think I can focus."

Via nodded, get ready. "May, mbak." he answered as he got up from sitting, ready to change places with Agnia.

Akbar was like the night before, sitting facing the tv. Tonight, in a koko suit and a sarong. Not changed since returning from the mosque, so that later it will not need to change again if ishya reverberate.

"Assynoltomodel.." Agnia came, read the greetings.

Akbar turned his body back, curious Agnia came home early. "Getishalight."

Agnia further added to Akbar's curiosity, her older sister approached with a depressed face. Sitting throwing his ass at the soup.

"Why, Mommy?" akbar asked, not looking at Agnia.

Agnia rubbed her face riled up, hiding her face with her hands still wrapped in mucus.

"News, Ma'am. Don't repeat the same mistake of hiding feelings."

Soon Agnia lowered her hand, revealing her red eyes a sign of crying. "Bak is confused, Akbar." A heavy sigh escaped from Agnia's mouth, while Akbar was still waiting. "It hurts, seeing their smiles while struggling to recover these three years."

Agnia gave a pause, with her eyes fixed forward. "Bak was curious, did they ever think about the feeling of mbak. Are they still able to calm down even after hurting you and putting your family to shame?"

"Mbak cape with this fear, but mbak can not turn them if it turns out that mbak is still at the same point, while they are happy."

"Bak can't lose their happiness." said Agnia. It sounded clear from his tone.

Akbar immediately understood the direction of the conversation.he was no less confused than Agnia, not knowing what response he had to make.

"That's over, ma'am. Why do you remember them again?"

Agnia looked at Akbar at a glance. "Last noon, I saw them again after a long time" he replied, making Akbar spontaneously round his eyes.

"Did you meet them?" tanya Akbar, with a different intonation than before. If for Agnia to remember two people is painful, different for Akbar who will be ignited emotions.

"Unfortunately we do not pass it." said Agnia, smiling bitterly, looking at Akbar. "You papasan, maybe the story will be different."