Want a Life of Heaven

80. Gian.

It is wrong if everyone thinks Akbar is not affected, Akbar is currently thinking hard to find a way out. He cannot lose his pride because of the mistake, do not accept his good image tarnished just like that.

Not to mention Akmal who is completely innocent, also Asthma who was affected by the impact made Akbar feel more guilty.

Chief Akbar churned, forced to think of a way out.

Nihil, the word sorry in fact is not working, patience is useless, wisdom does not work. In the end the worst thing came to Akbar's head.

"Should I teach him a lesson again?" akbar murmuring.

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The night with a row of stars presented above, the gentle gurgling of the night wind hugged the body of every human being.

The tidy Ardi in the jacket tonight visited Fiki, looking chaotic with a bent face.

Fiki sighed from afar, presenting a portion of satay before Ardi. Already pre-ordered, Ardi who is not eager to give the code so that Fiki sits, satay is not the real reason he was there.

Fiki looked around first, then sat down after making sure no customers came again.

"Still the same problem?" ask Fiki.

Ardi nodded faintly, his eyes staring straight at the table.

"Here you go, justin. We've been destroyed, it's up to you to say coward or whatever but I don't want to bet and make us all dragged."

"Ana agrees. But about the three of them?" tanya Ardi, the trio of Asma, Akbar and Akmal.

"It won't be long, after they come back, the gap is also normal again" replied Fiki, sure.

"But?"

"What's? You sure you can melt the heart of a professor Wiryo? Let alone that, all this time have we ever considered? And her relationship.." Fiki shook his head in amazement, pausing his sentence. "Now I'm clear why Wildan always escapes his mistakes, because this cave so lost respect the same guy."

Ardi did not answer, too busy with his thoughts. As a leader, he certainly feels guilty for having to give up the organization they built so hard to break easily.

"Usually you are giving advice to me, but now I am going to give advice. We better do what they want, let all this pass and be forgotten."

Ardi was about to open his mouth, but tai had time because Fiki immediately raised his hand hinting to be quiet. Not a big deal, Fiki's phone vibrated at that moment, painstakingly he took the phone out of the front pocket of his pants.

Stare softly after the name Akbar that appeared. "Hello? The future is bad, that speaks."

"Dissapper!"

"But! Whahuh? Why call me on this precious holiday?"

Akbar sneaked from sebrang. "Lo's like Agni's mother knows not, play innuendo usually."

"Smokey like!"

"Dissapper!"

"Cutcatcot aja. cepetan, what is necessary. I still work on this."

"On Wildan."

"That kid again, why did everyone come to consult him Huh?!"

"Gue's not done talking."

"Say continued!"

"But who came to see you?"

"Arm. Wh why? Come here, ju.." Fiki snorted, his call was decided just like that.

"Don't go home, I think Akbar will come here."

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Sure enough, when satay on Ardi's plate toilet, Akbar just came. I sat down with Ardi without permission.

"Bettle too." Ardi raised his head, turning his head Akbar lazily.

"Hemh. I think you're back."

"It was.." Ardi brief, while watching Akbar's face that looks relaxed not much complaint.

Akbar glanced at Fiki. "Woi. one serving here, another one wrapped."

Fiki was very lazy to approach, instead of taking notes on orders, the peetama thing he did was to shake Akbar's head.

"Woi woi aja. where there are buyers like that." protested Fiki, but still went to deliver the order.

Ardi smiled faintly, as if the moment of two people was rare once these two days. "How are you?"

"Alright, Alhamdulillah.."

"Thank God, you think you're going to fall."

"Why am I falling? Mending I beat again a child to be aware." Akbar sniffed his shoulders, as if they were not a burden to him.

"Don't. It won't change anything."

Akbar grinned, chuckling softly. "That's a comparison. I didn't say I'd beat him up."

"Come away.but you're full of surprises. Especially if you know this news is viral with various versions."

"meaning?"

"Ente don't know? The post has not been deleted until now. Everyone commented wildly, there grew many versions."

Akbar.

"Some say you as his girlfriend Asma do not accept Asma deket same other guys who are Wildan, some say you, Asma, Akmal same Wildan involved love quadrangle.."

"Triangle." cut Akbar.

"Ente, Asthma, Akmal, Wildan. Four people."

"Oh, yes, too."

"And there's news that the three of you deliberately set Wildan up, but you're wrong. That version worsens the image of our organization."

"Wow.." unexpectedly Akbar's reaction was interesting, instead grinning. "Gue didn't know I'd be that popular right now. But.. isn't there any news that fits the facts?"

Ardi sighed, nodding. "So, it's just in our minds."

Akbar clucked, already hoping for a pleasant answer when. But Ardi's answer turned out to be a bitch.

"Udah, don't talk about it anymore. Here's a.." Fiki who lately insisted on forgetting this problem again cut, offering another thing that is enjoying satay. His hand pulled one of the chairs next to Ardi, sitting there. Stretch the body for a moment.

Akbar began to focus on his food, really no longer talking about it. Fiki somehow watched carefully.

"Eat a lot!" fiki suddenly said. "Lo's body weight seems to go down."

"Don't ngadi lo! I was stressed again." protested Akbar, felt Fiki dm too dramatic this time.

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Agnia who is not sleepy but also can not concentrate to do other things choose to sit facing the television, watching soap operas at ten o'clock in the night.

A bell ringing accompanied by a quick knock diverted Agnia, instantly frowning. Who would visit at night like this, too. That knock, Agnia seemed to recognize him.

Sure enough, Agnia knew it was Akbar.

"Hhhh!" Shouted Akbar, intending to surprise Agnia.

Agnia was completely unperturbed, looking back at him questioningly.

Only able to cluck, Akbar chose to step his foot into the house. Without heeding Agnia's sharp-turned gaze, straight towards the soft sopa who seemed to wave asking to be peppered with her buttocks.

Not to forget the satay that he asked for the package to be given to Agnia, making Agnia not have time to chuck or say a cotton ball. Satay was the answer, Akbar just returned after meeting Fiki.

"Now, aren't you asleep?"

"Kalo Ma'am sleeping who opened your door, huh?! I just got home at this hour.."

"Kan Mbak who told me to be excited, gather my friends, so I did not mumet. Forgot?"

"Gee! This child, keep answering.."

"Yes, later if I don't answer Mbak bilngang. Diem continue! Pretending not to be horrified.."

"When is it like that?"

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And this morning Agnia was surprised by Akbar's absence at the dinner table, after she checked into her room there was no human.

Agnia came down the stairs with a strange feeling, suddenly worried about her only sister. His head began to work, wondering where the lousy young man had gone.

"Where's Ma'am? Where's akbarnya?" khopipah asked, coming from the kitchen.

"Emh. It's gone like ma'am.."

"Campus?"

Agnia shook her head slowly. "I don't know, I think if at this hour I meet the same time."

"Based on the boy! Yaudah, call Akmal!"

"Hemhs? Akmals? Why.." Agnia said softly, just surprised by the many friends of Akbar.

"Yes. Call Akmal, who knows him" replied Khopipah.

"ah! Yeah.bare, Mom." Agnia smiled awkwardly, hesitating. Where ever he wanted to contact Akmal first.

"Come on!" Khopipah looked at Agnia, wondering why her son was still silent.

Agnia did not understand why her mother was still there, as if she wanted to contact Akmal on purpose. But finally Agnia nodded for an answer from the waiting gaze of the mother.

"Yes." Yeah."

For a while the call had no answer, until finally Akmal's voice was heard.

"Hello, Assalamua'laikum.."

Agnia looked at the mother, answering hesitantly.

"Wa'alaikumsalam.."

"What's wrong, Mommy? Tumben?"

"Emh.. This, you're the same Akbar?"

"No. I haven't even exchanged news with Akbar since yesterday."

"Oh. That's it?" Agnia looked at the mother, shaking her head. "Jude, thanks.."

Justjust like? Across the street Akmal was rendered speechless. Though he expected more when he saw the name Agnia on the screen of his phone.

For a moment Akmal kept his phone away, staring in disbelief. To bring the phone back to his ear.

"Yaudah, call the other party" Khopipah said before leaving.

Agnia sighed softly, still waiting until her mother disappeared from sight. As her eyes returned to her screen, Agnia was astonished that her call to Akmal had not been interrupted.

"You still there?" agnia asked, bringing her phone back to her ear.

"Yes. I'm still curious."

"What wonder?"

"Mother called me just because of that?"

"Yes. Specially? What do you hope for?"

"Who knows. Ma'am wants to say good morning, or spirit, today."

Agnia throttled even though she was invisible to her interlocutors. "Are you ready for me?"

"Emh.. but instead of spreading positive sentences do not need to look at feathers? Especially me..."

"All right.." Agnia immediately cut in, panicking with the next word Akmal might say. "spirit."

"Curtain! It sounded very insincere." Akmal protested, making Agnia smile thinly. "Oiya Ma'am. I'm not sure, but should we check into Wildan's house?"

"Wilda?" Agnia frowning. "Why?"

"Fiki told me that Akbar insisted on Wildan's parents. Chances are a little, but I think he's desperate to get there."

Agnia sighed softly, her sister.

"Where, Ma'am?"

"Emm? Don't fucking do it. Let me go there myself."

"But.."

Akmal's voice was no longer heard, Agnia immediately disconnected the call. To hurry.

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Agnia's worries reasoned, look at Akbar who is now grunting when he was pushed rudely by two large men in black uniforms.

For a moment Akbar stepped back to then try to break through again. Trying though then seiasia.

"Take me off!" yell Akbar. "Let me talk once again to that honorable man."

It was not difficult for the big man to push Akbar away. "Don't be stubborn, please leave or we'll be rude."

Akbar. "So you're all like this, huh?! Rough and blindfolded."

"Go!"

Akbar grunted rudely. "OKs. I'm leaving, but tell your master I have a tape that can prove his son's guilt. If I can't get away with this punishment, his son must fall too."

Akbar acted backwards again, to try to break through again with all his might. So several times, until Wildan out of his house stepped casually.

"Let's go." said Wildan, grinning at Akbar. "Well, look at yourself how pathetic." ledeknya.

Akbar pulled his blocked body back to face Wildan with a fierce gaze.

"Read on! The only sad thing here is you. It's sad that your honorable father supported his son to lie."

Wildan chuckled, already preparing himself not to be offended. He has won no matter what. "Fuck the truth and kindness you uphold, please enjoy it."

"Damn." Akbar again tried to attack Wildan, but Wildan did not hesitate because two people were ready to drive the fiery Akbar.

"Have it, face the consequences of your fucking hand."

Wildan smiled obliquely, feeling this someone before him was extremely stupid.

Agnia who had just arrived stared at pity from afar, why should this be the case.

"Accadio.."

Akbar looked over, stopped fighting. Releasing himself from the clutches of the two bodyguards.

"Why did you come here?"

"You yourself? Let's go home."

Wildan. "Wahh I salute, your life is surrounded by beautiful women" he said, looking at Agnia's face with a slanted smile.

"Diem lo!"

"Let's just say it." Agnia pulls Akbar's arm, wanting to immediately dismiss Akbar's stupidity.

"Let me give you leniency, your punishment ends but one of your girls makes me." said Wildan, offering leniency which certainly raises Akbar's anger.

Akbar had ambushed unstoppably, pulling Wildan's collar without being pushed away. Very quickly it happened, Agnia complained of being held back. That kid is hard to beat.

"Don't talk macem about the people around me, or.."

"What?" Wildan cut, not afraid. A moment to code the two bodyguards not to interfere, wanting to hear what Akbar would say.

"Or.." Akbar continued his sentence with a loud bogeman in Wildan's stomach, making Wildan groan in pain.

"Or I can ignore anything, just to beat you up."

"Sir, please separate them." said Agnia, when Akbar was ready to pull Wildan again.

The commotion attracted some residents of a row of other luxury homes to watch from the balcony of their respective homes, in fact they were no strangers to events like this. But always curious about its continuation.

The commotion also attracted the attention of a man who came out of Wiryo's mansion, looking neatly dressed while carrying a suit on his right arm. Walking quickly ascertains what is happening.

"You guys.. What's wrong?" asked the man, who instantly made everyone's eyes fixed on him. Including Akbar who had been banned by two people, all were silent.

The man glanced at Wildan who seemed to be holding back the pain and tried to stand up, turning to glance at Akbar and lastly his eyes stopped at Agnia.

"Lho! You.." he muttered, cut off. More confused as to what is going on.

Agnia did not blink, returning the gaze of the man who also did not take her gaze away from Agnia, confirming something.

One side of Agnia was relieved, because she finally met face to face with Gian. Someone he felt could help in this matter.

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next; akmal's jealousy?