Want a Life of Heaven

81. Wiryo and his eldest son

Akbar had decided to end his sense of urgency, until without telling anyone, he had now arrived in front of a luxurious house. Wiryo's luxurious residence house is two or three times larger than his house, Akbar reckon.

Akbar grunted softly, faintly chuckling. Amazed as well, realizing how extraordinary someone he had beaten the other day.

"Sorry, who's looking?" A security guard approached, interrupting Akmal's grin. Immediately alert when he saw a stranger roaming in the neighborhood.

"Emh. I want to meet Wildan or Mr. Wiryo. Is this really his house?"

"Yes." the security guard nodded. "Have an appointment before?"

Akbar shook his head slowly, he finished. You should already know if the rich are more protective when dealing with outsiders.

"You're so sorry, you can't go in."

"Well, can I make an appointment now?" akbar asked, sounding joking but actually serious. Ichthyrist.

"Sorry, Mas. Can't be that."

"That's it, sir." Akbar smiled awkwardly, returning to his bike. Watch from there, for a moment. Making the security guard suspicious and locking his attention.

Until the time the pelontos security guard opened the gate, when one of the house workers came with two large bags of groceries.

The two people entered, the security guard who was so keen to pay attention to him was now forgotten. Akbar followed silently, reckless indeed.

Unique Akbar managed to enter without realizing it, now still hiding from the sight of two people who were cool talking.

A woman in special clothes came in, and the security guard came out.

The security guard was unaware, until the moment his eyes saw Akbar's empty motor he spontaneously circulated his eyes.

"Hey! Get out of there!" shouted the security guard, when he saw Akbar was already in there

Akbar complained stifled, immediately running as hard as he could towards the porch of the house. Pressing the bell immediately.

Until when the security guard managed to grab his hand, Akbar tried to survive.

"Sir, I want to meet the owner of this house."

"can't. What do you think this is, huh?! Sampe can be entered carelessly. Better go or you're the same I'll get in trouble."

Akbar clucking. "After a while, sir. If the host does not want to meet me papa, I immediately go. I'm not dangerous anyway, the proof is I don't run away when chased."

The guard shook his head, Akbar's words did not work for him. "Get out!"

"Alright." said Akbar immediately, stepping pretending to leave. But not Akbar if without a surprise, a second later jump to press the bell again.

The waiter opened the door, looking at who was coming.

"I want to see Mr Wiryo, is he there?" asked Akbar quickly, while trying to hold himself back so as not to be pulled.

The guard shook his head as the servant looked at him for approval.

"I'm not a bad guy, I'm his student. I also know Wildan. And... Why did you ask for this father's approval? he's an ordinary security guard, right?"

The guard snorted. "He's my wife."

"Oh!" Akbar nyengir's. "Aja Pantes, you from afar already look harmonious" said Akbar, now began to seduce with words.

"That won't work."

"Please.." Akbar was now begging the waiter in the beautiful uniform in front of him. Makes the waiter confused.

What Akbar was looking for was actually watching from the balcony of his room, smiling faintly at the interesting spectacle.

"A tremendous determination." he said, for a second then touched several times the screen of his phone.

"Let the boy in."

...

Akbar was also ushered into the same room as Akmal and Agnia before. He was told to wait for a while.

Akbar's eyes looked at the left upper right bottom, looking at every detail of one of the rooms in this house.

Instead of being impressed, Akbar was throbbing. Anything related to Wiryo no longer seemed to be dazzling or amazing in his eyes.

"So you're Akbar?"

Akbar turned his head as the voice rang out, a Wiryo who was one of the senior lecturers on his campus.

Akbar just nodded politely, although his heart was very anxious but he could not help but vent emotions.

Akbar actually did not expect to meet a Wiryo in this kind of situation, should this meeting also be memorable given how extraordinary someone Wiryo. But Akbar felt no amazement in his heart at all.

"What do you want to drink?" wiryo asked as she sat in her chair.

"No need, sir. I did not come to beg for food or drink."

Wiryo chuckled at Akbar's reply. "Children today are amazingly brave" said Wiryo, recalling Akmal who was the same last time. Thenwhat? You want to beg for forgiveness?"

"was. But after thinking about it unnecessarily, I'm here to see if you really want to close your eyes to the real thing?"

Wiryo smiled, very calm. Do not want to be ignited emotions just because of the snot boy in front of him. "You need to know, before I felt that I had overdone on you. But after one by one you guys turned reckless to meet me, just to say kosososng..

"That thought just disappeared. Do you know why? Previously I only wanted to cover up my child's mistakes but. now I know if my child is not wrong at the expense of you. Because you deserve it."

"Yes. So now go, and never send anyone back."

"Curtain! No surprise how bad Wildan fought, it seemed to start with you."

"And you? How dare you say that to me. You think after your bad temper this can still go to college?" Wiryo who apparently could not survive the death sentences Akbar began to raise his voice.

"Casual, sir." Akbar grinned, now what his son did he returned to his parents. "I respect someone who deserves it. So if you can't respect others, don't dream of being respected."

"Basic boy! What do you know about respect, huh?!"

"I? Expert enough. Want me to rate? Everything you think respects you now, they're actually hypocrites, licks." Akbar half-whispered.

"Just submit to your power, nothing more." Akbar sneered. "They just obey in front of you, the rest they also want to say bad, as I do now."

The wise Wiryo could no longer hold his rage at Akbar, his hands clenched.

Akbar did not care, but smiled. "Why? You admit that, right?"

Wiryo immediately got up, his hand outstretched pulling Akbar's shirt. The other hand he used to punch Akbar's jaw.

Perverted Akbar took a sip of the pain on his face, not how much. But then smiled, raising his face towards Wiryo.

"seen? You are also angry and emotional with just a speech. Mr.. This is what happened to me and my friends. Maybe not a big thing, but like this too Wildan with his words encouraged me to hit him." explained Akbar softly, because this is what he meant. Just trying to open Wiryo's eyes to at least be merciful to her, Asma and Akmal.

...

Akmal was late enough to watch what happened, having just arrived when Gian was there and mediating everything. Akmal took a quick step, approaching towards Akbar.

"What's wrong?"

Akbar did not reply, only turned his head for a moment with a breath that was still hunting. But Akmal caught something bad, Akmal with a slight bruise on his jaw and Wildan who seemed to endure the pain.

"We are obrolin inside." Gian said, after a while hearing Akbar's fiery explanation. Trying to make the situation fair for all, just know if the situation is indeed that complicated.

"No need, I'm done" said Akbar, satisfied after successfully lashing out his punch. He no longer needed to apologize to anyone.

"But.. Let's go in and solve the problem. I'm sure I can help."

Akbar sighed softly, still shaking.

"You sure?"

Akbar nodded.

Gian turned his head towards Agnia. "Take your sister talk, Agnia" he said, which immediately confused everyone. Do they know each other? That's what happened to their heads.

So also Akmal who frankly felt a little turmoil in his heart, his feelings became bad thinking about the introduction between Gian and Agnia.

Agnia blinked, Gian still recognized her. He did not think so, considering that he had never met after a few years ago. That is also the consideration of Agnia when thinking to ask Gian for help.

Akbar is also curious, but his ego still does not want to give up. Coding no to Agnia.

Agnia shook her head slowly, telling Gian if it would just be worth it. "Sorry brother, for the mess that happened."

...

Akbar had already driven away from the house, forgetting about himself who had insisted on seeing Wiryo. As if beating Wildan back was the cure of everything.

Agnia could only let out a long sigh, watching Akbar who just left regardless. If there's no Akmal right now, I don't know what Agnia's coming home with now.

"Come, Ma'am."

Agnia nodded, immediately riding the iron horse Akmal. Ready to split the streets back with the boy.

Gian was made to go to his office, looking out the window for a while. Watching Agnia who left with Akmal, To then look questioningly at the Father.

"What else is this, Dad?" ask Gian.

"Considered you? It was your sister, she always messed up as usual." replied Wiryo, leaning her back on the chair. Trying to relax after facing Akbar who turned out to be good at igniting the emotions of others.

Gian sniffed softly, his sister was indeed a trouble lighter. What Gian is questioning..

"Did you punish that kid for Wildan's mistake?"

"Where there is, he is punished for his mistakes. That kid hit your sister in front of everyone. You don't know?"

"I know, it's because Wildan humiliated a girl, isn't that the story?"

"And Wildan humiliated the girl, because she slapped him first. That's what happened."

Gian took a deep breath, sorting out what words he should say to his father. "But. would that slap have happened if it wasn't Wildan who first bothered the girl?"

"Well..does Wildan go to college just for that? It's not the first time and Dad's always covering up for his mistakes."

"Keep what should I do? Let Dad's name get smeared because of your sister's behavior? That's not fair, where's Dad's fault?"

"And where are the children's faults, if we want to have a fair conversation?"

Wiryo is infuriated with her firstborn again and again reversing her speech. It's exactly Akbar and Akmal. "It has. You wasted your time scolding Dad. Now leave! And do not interfere" he said firmly, to then step away from Gian.

"Wait, Dad.." Gian held back Wiryo's steps, making the senior lecturer turn his head. "Every time I let Dad with my will, but for one thing only, please let them. For my sake."

Wiryo sniffed softly, astonished. I don't know what made this firstborn child so sympathetic to the boys, but never interfered before.