Want a Life of Heaven

83. What happened to Akmal?

Agnia returns to her bent face, as Gian leaves and Akbar now stalks her mercilessly.

"Sir..was that guy talking about the same Ma'am?" akbar asked, standing very close to his older sister.

Agnia was still upset, but Akbar left her without even looking. And now? Akbar doesn't know himself.

"Mbak.." repeated Akbar.

"What the hell?!" Agnia nodded, astonished. What is the importance of that. He who was preparing a drink for Akmal became lazy. But just being able to sigh, Akbar did not understand.

Akbar did not not not see the look of annoyance on his brother's face, just his frown pushed to stay kepo. Again asked as Agnia finished her delicacy and turned to the glass before her. "Road?"

"Astaghfirullah's.." Agnia was now curious about what was in Akbar's mind at this time, back to glancing. "Why is he so?!

"Who knows." Akbar shrugged his shoulders. "You guys are familiar."

"Old victory. He's here to apologize. He said the punishment of the three of you must have been lifted. Satisfied?"

"Yes!" Akbar suddenly gave a happy shriek, brandishing his fists a sign of pleasure. "This is what I'm happy about having an Agnia. The relation. What... Because my mother is beautiful?" akbar Goda.

Agnia was screeching, eager to flush Akbar with the hot water he was pouring into the glass."You are, yes, it is someone else's turn to annoy mad. You're the same Ma'am himself said strangely." agnia protested.

"That's because.."

"Diem!" cut Agnia immediately. "Mak again nuangin hot water."

"Continue?"

"You want to be watered?" agnia asked flatly, looking over with delicacy. But enough to make Akbar swallow again.

"Okay. Sorry." which." Akbar grinned, his hand gently rubbed Agnia's head that was blocked by the hijab. Then step away.

"God! Went where? Here's the tea."

Akbar is wide. "Sir, I'll go to the room first. Stop the shirt." he replied, disappearing quickly.

Agnai let out a deep sigh, extremely anxious at Akbar. The boy was intentional.

...

Be Akmal who was thinking about the special behavior of Agnia to Gian, can rightly ask when Agnia came with a tray containing a cup of warm tea.

Akmal waited until Agnia finished putting the water down. Smiling as Agnia now looked at him.

Agnia sat down. "I'm here until Akbar returns" he said, as usual, saying his defense first.

Akmal nodded, chuckling small. The Agnian Style.

A moment Agnia was made strange with Akmal who never spoke, seemed to think of something. Unlike usual who always do where time can.

"What's wrong?" agnia asked, unable to hide his attentive attitude despite the prestige of Akmal.

The same for Akmal, he was impressed by Agnia's question, smiling. "Mother me?"

"ah! Lupain, not so."

Akmal nodded, turning his head outside the house that was getting dark and it was going to rain.

"Totally.." Akmal looked back at Agnia, who despite saying to forget but was actually waiting, curious. "I'm a little, affected to see Mbak nganterin Kak Gian earlier."

"influenced? Meanin?"

"Bak was never like me. Especially say be careful."

Agnia chuckled small. Look at Akmal's face as indistinct as ever. "You jealous?" ask Agnia, who a second later Agnia regrets.

"Yes." Akmal replied without hesitation. "Even Maak said spirit only after I forced it." lamented Akmal, exactly like a sulking child.

"That's you overreacting by feeling that way. First, I don't treat Gian special and secondly, you're not in the right place to feel that way."

For the first time Akmal was saddened by Agnia's words, only being able to speak a thousand languages. Not because the sentence was so painful but his heart was not ready, so too over thinking after Akbar had heated it earlier.

Agnia was aware of that, so confused. Though usually his cynical sentences always managed to make Akmal smile and more crazy teasing him. But this time? Wait. has he gone too far this time?

"Ehh.." Agnia was going to make sure, but stopped when Akbar suddenly came while saying half a shout.

"Not alone! The third is Satan."

Making the two people immediately turn their heads, forgetting their conversation earlier. At least moment.

"Lo the devil." - Akmal.

...

"You have a show tomorrow?" gian asked, saying what came to his mind.

Agnia nodded quickly. "Emh, yes, I have activities every day."

"Road? Oh, insha Allah."

Agnia sighed, why did Gian also come to her house. Unfortunately the man was very different from the previous Gian. Very mature, good observer, good style of speech. And very handsome.

Imagining such a huge difference Agnia chuckled to herself. Time can prove which way a person's growth is headed.

The memory of Gian is changed with the memory of Akmal now, Agnia is confused as to why Akmal is like that. Is it because of his outrageous words or.. Akmal is jealous? Agnia shook her head, whatever. Why does he care.

And after the memory of Akmal, the memory of the ring came in turn. Makes Agnia instantly grimace even though she is not injured. What's he supposed to be now?

...

The cloudy afternoon made Akmal more moody, inexplicably pessimistic and fearful. Plus considering Agnia who had never shown any liking in the least. His confidence had now collapsed just like that.

It was sad, even the fact that Akmal was now sitting on the balcony of his room looking at the empty ring box in his hand. Makes her look sadder.

Akmal sighed softly, why should he feel this kind of heartbreak. Again. After all these years.

At that time, something appeared that made Akmal heartbroken. The mother came.

"Actmal.."

"Yes Bun?" Akmal looked up, his hand spontaneously hiding the ring box behind his body.

"here turned.. Someone wants Mother to love."

"What?"

"It." Retno thrust something at Akmal, making Akmal speechless. His mother asked questions. His mind is fucked.

"Mother met Aunt Khopipah earlier.he loved it for mother, he said return it to you."

Akmal snorted softly, still smiling at the Mother. His hand tightly grasped the thing. Trying to smile, even though the sadness is increasing.

...

Tomorrow morning, a bright Sunday. Agnia cleaned her room completely, while looking for items that were lost because of her carelessness. It was strange how it disappeared without a trace, which even his mother could not find.

Bed linen, blankets, pillowcases, all replaced. The favorite delicate carpet he rolls and store in the corner of the room. None of them were missed, but in the end it was still. The little thing was not found. Precisely some brooches and hair clasps, Agnia found in unexpected places.

Agnia sighed, sitting resignedly leaning against the door of her room. Staring at some brooches and hairpins his search results while thinking.

"I think you should tell Akmal." he murmured. Obviously worried because not ready with Akmal reaction later. The last time Akmal looked disappointed because of what he said, and I don't know about today.

...

Agnia was tidy, ready to go to the parlour like a typical Sunday. A moment to the dining table.

"Aren't you having breakfast?" ask Fauzan who just arrived this morning after his trip dakwah.

"Udah full, Dad. It was early this morning." replied Agnia, but her hand reached for a loaf of bread and she put jam on it.

Akbar focused on his breakfast, only turning to Agnia once. He said nothing at all because of their father's presence.

Realizing that Agnia was so grateful, it was fortunate that Akbar's problem was resolved before it reached the ears of his parents.

"Today's mom to the parlor?" asked Akbar who was chasing Agnia in a hurry. Exit tail.

"Yes." Yeah."

"Do you want anther?"

"Not to."

"Tumbent.." Akbar. "Emh. don't-don't hope.."

"What?"

"I wish I could persuade.."

Agnia. "You asked me never to, now the one who doesn't want you to anther."

Akbar mengendik. "Yaudah.." ucapnya santai, lantas kembali ke dalam rumah.

Agnia again sighed, one side did not refuse if she hoped for Akmal's arrival. But it seems that the boy will not come, Agnia glanced at her watch. Striking slowly, the boy who could not be predicted his arrival was now unpredictable in his heart.

The moments without the ushers coming back, Angkot is the answer. It's been a while since Agnia didn't ride it.

Life is full of surprises like this. When not needed, all races become the front. But when it's not needed, everyone races to disappear without a trace.

The disappointed face of Agnia was obvious, Akmal who came despite not approaching to pay attention from afar. It felt like there was something he had to make sure of first before dropping himself deeper into Agnia's charm.

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