Want a Life of Heaven

84.

Sunday morning at the luxurious residence Wiryo was colored indifference as usual, but today is different. The house containing the three men was hotter than usual, Gian showed his annoyance at the younger brother.

Wildan was about to leave that morning, humming as he climbed down the stairs. Not glancing left right, his eyes were only on the door.

"Where?" ask someone, who made Wildan spontaneously stop his steps. Look at the origin of the sound.

Gian asked, very flat. The man sat in the main room, facing his laptop. The question was conveyed Gian while his eyes could not be separated from the laptop screen, making Wildan had no choice but to turn on his antenna hostility.

They are not warm, they rarely talk. But Wildan can feel if Gian is different after yesterday's events, more cynical and cold than usual.

"Main." Wildan brief.

"Oh.. Yechoah.." Gian nodded, his eyes still not shifting from the laptop screen.

Wildan frowned, slightly offended by such a reaction. "Lo got a problem?" tanyakanya.

Gian took a quick glance. "No. Continue." he replied, to lock his gaze back on the laptop screen while his hand did not stop moving pressing the keys on the keyboard.

Wildan. "Gue knows you are like gini from birth, brother. But I think you're getting cynical after yesterday's problems." Wildan protested, accompanied by a slow snort. "Is it because of that girl?"

"Lo is outrageous, that's the answer." Gian replied casually, although his focus branched out still answered correctly.

"Is he your ex-boyfriend, or something?"

"It has nothing to do with it. Just so happen to be the same problem kid you are, the sister of my acquaintance."

Wildan nodded, but chipped. I strongly disbelieve his brother's words. "No way, you never interfered before. So, he must be special to fight Dad for the first time."

"Don't bullshit! It has nothing to do with anyone." Gian still replied casually despite being flat. Until Wildan opened his mouth again and made Gian can not tolerate anymore.

"You're not special, so can I get him?" ask Wildan, deliberately provoking Gian's confession.

For the sake of hearing that remark Gian spontaneously raised his face, looking at Wildan questioningly.

"What's? Speaking of it again."

"Gue doesn't like to repeat my words, you know that. But brother, I'm serious. Can that girl do me? Some people don't seem like a problem."

Gian sighed slowly, rising from his seat. Stepping forward Wildan, rubbed his sister's shoulder slowly. "Don't bother him, it's a warning."

Wildan was undaunted although Gian's warning was clearly eerie in his ears. "Why? Lo said it had nothing to do with the girl, so.." Wildan's speech stopped, could feel Gian's clutch of hands getting tighter on his shoulder.

Gian stared intently at his sister. "Don't macem-macem. Please bother anyone, but not him."

"Denger, not all girls are the same. The girl you used to pay for, isn't the same as the one who's as strong as her self-esteem."

Gian's words just made Wildan chuckle. "Same as you say? indeed my brother is innocent, you have to be horrified brother. All girls are the same, will sway with just one touch." Wildan paused, smiling obliquely. "Do I want to show you?"

Plaque..

A slap whose voice echoed in the spacious room, was Gian's reply to Wildan's insolent remarks. Can no longer tolerate.

"Lo emang can't be told well, from the beginning I should have hit lo the sample understand."

Wildan smiled obliquely, his sore cheeks he touched for a moment.

"Whatever my slap as much, but it'll only make me more curious about the girl."

Gian would have drawn Wildan again, had Wiryo not come and pulled Gian.

"You people! What's up?" wiryo asked, staring at her two children in turn.

"It's nothing Dad, he just doesn't accept the girl I'm bothering."

Wiryo glanced at Gian. "Is that?"

"Dad's favorite son is brazen talk about women, how can I shut up?"

Wiryo whose head seemed to be about to break glanced back at Wildan.

"You should learn something! Not even feel right and keep on acting. After this don't make any trouble, or I won't be able to help you anymore."

Wildan snorted, the world turning around as he was below at this moment. The father who used to defend him also scolded him.

"Now, go!"

Without being told twice, Wildan immediately left in anger. Leaving Wiryo and Gian who then looked at each other.

Wiryo stared in disbelief, for the first time after so long the two brothers had a fight before him. And because of a girl?

"Once again, forget everything. Don't take your sister's words too seriously. The more forbidden, the crazier he became. Now you go too, won't you meet Sila?"

...

The morning before noon Akmal did not meet Agnia despite wanting, but had gone that far to Agnia's house, but his heart forbade him to get closer. Just watching so far away.

Akmal's heart trembled slightly when he saw Agnia's disappointed face, appearing to glance at the left right several times as if waiting for someone. Akmal, hoping he's the one Agnia's looking for.

Don't know if Agnia had seen it, and it made Agnia upset every second of the day. I don't understand the purpose of Akmal being like that.

But the spirit of the orphanage children has always been a healer for Agnia, From every wound she has ever experienced they are the ones who unknowingly teach the meaning of patience and self-acceptance.

Often Agnia is full, how not. They are forced to accept a destiny that will not be lived. If you can ask, what is their fault to have to live a life like this while others are lucky with family and a perfect life.

That thought again and again made Agnia very grateful. The children's sincere smile gave him strength again and again.

"Mr.." Bily who called out, came from afar carrying a glass of water in her hand.

"It's.." Bily smiled widely as she gave the water to Agnia.

Makes Agnia frown, but still receive the water. "What's wrong?"

"Thank you Ma'am, for not telling me about the mother of the home."

"Oh!" Agnia nodded. "After all, it doesn't matter. But after this you have to promise, if there is anything to tell Mbak, if you need anything to tell Mbak. Yea?"

Bily nodded, smiling again. A moment of silence, follow watching his sisters who are busy playing.

"But Ma'am, I was curious. Brother who was then.. is actually the candidate Mba Agni?"

"Ehh.." Agnia is confused, between assenting or noticing. His heart wants to say yes but his ego does not. "That's.."

Bili immediately cut in, having heard that answering such a question was embarrassing for some. "Sampein thank you I am Ma'am, same brother."

Agnia nodded, smiling. "Yes." Yeah."

...

"Damnit.."

"Hemhs? What's bumilku?"

Silmi smiled, pleased with the name Agnia. But a second later, the manyun, did not get excited to see the gloomy face of Agnia all day.

"Prospective husband?" Agnia was a little startled, looking at Silmi. But then remember if you've told Silmi everything. "Oh. that kid.."

"What's? That kid? Agni, even though she is younger than you. You shouldn't have called him that boy.."

"Continue?"

"Yes.. My husband-to-be, or the father-to-be of my children... Or.."

"Stop! It sounded scary and laughable at the same time." agnia protested, putting on an amused expression.

"Yeah? I called my husband first."

"Oh. If you, pantes. As long as it's not Umi Abi." Agnia was croaking, smiling awkwardly.

"I've used that too."

"Oh.." Agnia scratched her nape not itchy, unable to respond to others fearing getting it wrong. "ah! Your pick-up has come."

"A pick-up?" Silmi frowned. "My husband, Agnia.."

"ah! Ja. Your husband, that means." Agnia grinned, inwardly cursing her original speaking.

...

Agnia glanced at her phone again after a while, making sure there was a call or not. A moment later he cursed himself, Foolish for thinking about Akmal.

Even until Agnia came home from the home, the man did not show her nose or call and disturb her as usual.

Outragedly overwhelming, Agnia snorted violently.

"Is he kidding? After interrupting at any moment it now disappears at will." complains Agnia.

The boy made her come back with a headache just when they first met, very unsettling.

Agnia sighed, choosing to continue eating. Ignoring his quiet phone on the table.

The message came just then, Agnia immediately grabbed her phone. Throw it out of his mouth, it's not from Akmal. It was Puspa who told him to come and take care of Zain.

Again Agnia was ashamed of herself, for she was caught waiting for news from Akmal by herself.

...

Agnia was greeted by a warm embrace of Zain upon arrival, as usual the child was very excited when he had a playmate.

"Slowly.." Agnia warned, Zain withdrew his hand to quickly meet Puspa.

"Lho! Where are you going?" agnia asked directly, surprised by the sight of the suitcase as well as a medium-sized bag in the middle room of the house.

"This is why Ma'am asked you to take care of Zain."

"Yes. But where? I don't know what WhatsApp is."

"There was a seminar in Bandung, and Mbak could not step on Zain." replied Puspa, putting on a disappointed face even though he could not cover his full face.

Agnia doesn't budge, throbbing.

"Two days' worth."

Agnia sniffing. "No problem. When's departure?"

"Later afternoon."

"Same Mas Hafidz?"

"Yes, just a nganter but."

Agnia nodded in understanding. "Alright.." now turn to look at Zain. "Zain, are you ready?"

"Yes.." Zain screamed happily, whether he understood it or not if he would be left behind by his mother.

Agnia chuckled, pinched the second squash of Zain's cheeks.

"Don't understand me, he wants to be left."

Puspa smiled. "Because Mbak can't jump on you, so before that, let's take a walk"

"Walk?" Agnia parroted, making sure.

"Yes." Yeah." Puspa smiled, crouched down facing Zain. "Street around."

There's no wind, no rain, Agnia didn't hear wrong. Puspa who is always busy today invites them to go out to eat. Making Zain excited instead of playing, continued to smile with his hands that could not be separated from the grasp of the mother.

Puspa invited his son and sister-in-law to eat at the Cafe one of the Mall, deliberately so that short can while washing eyes.

Agnia forgot her question for a moment, enjoying her precious moment with Zain and Puspa. They went down the escalator, wanted to take Zain to play in the playground.

At that moment, Agnia saw Gian with a girl. Agnia smiled looking at that, then shifted her gaze. Do not think to say hello because it will disturb two people who look harmonious.

"I prefer historical novels over romance, because romance is sometimes more complicated than the true story." the little blonde curly-haired girl next to Gian monologues, glances at Gian occasionally. "How do you think?"

"Emh.. Yes, I agree." Gian replied, smiling faintly.

"But if it's a historical novel, there's a romance that I think is more complicated." The girl chuckles to herself. "Oiya, tell me about you. Your father said you were a pretty secretive person, but I hope you can be a little comfortable telling me the same story."

"What should I tell you? I must have told you a lot about me."

The girl nodded, it was true. In a confused heart how to start another conversation with a person like Gian, already he tried to open the chat but just ended by Gian. Wiryo was right, Gian is hard to conquer.

Silent for a moment, while the girl was silent because she was confused. Gian glanced around, the atmosphere of the Mall was the most appropriate he chose to divert when the chat became very boring.

For a moment Gian locked his gaze on one object that kept away, making sure. Smiling when she was sure she saw Agnia.

"Ehh.."

"Cila.." Gian immediately cut.

"Yes?"

"I have business, so.. can you go home alone?"

Please nod. "could. But why the rush?"

"Next time we talk again, now I want to see someone else."

Please have no choice but to nod, unable to protest against someone new this second time they met. "Okay. Careful."

Gian nodded, smiling. Then passed with his big step, down the escalator.

The girl sighed slowly. "Always like this. Though at least he can anter me forward or take me home." murmured disappointed.

Next: Hafidz VS Puspa, between Gian and Akmal.