Want a Life of Heaven

88. Wildan's revenge?

Akmal and Agnia were still looking at each other with their respective minds, Agnia sighed. Diverting his gaze for a moment, digesting what happened. To then stare at Akmal again with a disappointed look.

Understandably, the ring was found by Akbar and given to his mother, then Khopipah gave it to Retno until the ring finally arrived to Akmal's hand. But what was so disappointed for Agnia was Akmal's stupidity, unable to understand Akmal's childish thinking.

"So you avoided me because the ring was returned?" agnia asked, looking straight into Akmal's eyes. "Then if I don't accept you, you'll hate me?" Agnia asked impassively, as if venting her regret. His incomprehension of the contents of Akmal and Akbar's head made his irritation turn into anger.

"Like most of the bad guys out there?" ask Agnia, not finished with the question. "Who is ready to be accepted but not ready to be rejected?"

The one asked did not flinch, just listened. Eager to shake his head and answer no, but impossible to answer at the height of Agnia's current scolding. It's the same with suicide.

"I think you're different from men like that, and I'm starting to think that you're not the same as Adi. But, it turns out I was wrong. You're exactly Akbar, childish."

Agnia sighed she was panang, tired of also monologuing herself. Moreover, Akmal just kept quiet and unfortunately looked regretful. Making Agnia a little crisp, because she did not participate in the part of manipulating the existence of the ring. "Look.." Agnia now spoke softly, but her gaze did not aim at Akmal's eyes as before.

"I appreciate you, because you are my parents' choice. But if you are this bad, I doubt your maturity. Think again, what in a marriage that's definitely more complicated than this, can you survive?"

Agnia left just as the question was thrown, passing after waiting for Akmal's answer. The one asked was silent, until Agnia chose to leave Akmal who was still sculpting.

Agnia actually regretted Akmal's attitude, no matter the cause of jealousy or not. But it was so childish in Agnia's eyes.

Khopipah came from the kitchen, bringing a glass of water to Akmal. But when he passed Agnia, he was confused by the grim face of his daughter, spontaneously stopped his steps.

"Just home?" ask, pleasantries.

Agnia commented a forced smile, nodding. Then just leave. Makes Khopipah sure that his daughter is upset.

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Unfortunately for Akbar who had just returned home, when all he felt was fine. And with his flagship grin walked into the tiger enclosure, met Agnia in her room.

"Mbak.." he called cheerfully, eager to report if he had told Akmal about his complaint.

But Akbar's mouth that was ready to open, immediately stopped when Agnia instead put on a difficult gaze to interpret. Although it was used to being cynical, but this time the gaze was dozens of times more unfriendly.

Akbar frowned, quickly groping himself in the heart. What mistakes has he made? can't he forget to tidy up his room? or forgot when told?

It was just that Akbar was very sure, such a mistake did not happen at all. At least since this morning, even the two had a chat this morning.

For whatever reason, Akbar is a whistle. Any anger Agnia, but never this scary. From his gaze now, there was a look of irritation on his brother's face.

"Mr.." Akbar repeated his words, now soft and soft.

Agnia was still at home staring intently at Akbar, who a second later snorted in annoyance.

"You, who found the ring, right?" ask Agnia, in the end.

Akbar was slightly surprised by the question, nodding slowly, timidly. Started to think whether it was the root of her brother's complicated face problem.

Agnia gave a rude snort, momentarily silent creating silence. Making Akbar secretly busy digesting which part of finding the ring made Agnia angry.

"Why didn't you talk earlier, huh?!" agnia asked finally, ending the silence that stifled Akbar. Slowly Agnia spewed her question and annoyance at Akbar, as if dissatisfied even though she had nagged Akmal earlier.

"Because Mbak didn't say that the ring is what you're really looking for." replied Akbar slowly, carefully.

"No, that's not a problem. Whatever you find in your room, you love me. Not just playing cat-kissing, smart ass." Nagging Agnia, still warming up actually.

"And just so you know, your behavior is.." Agnia paused, sighing slowly. "Your behavior makes me feel guilty about Akmal all the time."

"Sorry, Ma'am." Akbar completely relented, not answering as usual. Allowing Agnia to take out all her junk. Only when Agnia was silent again, Akbar dared to say. "But the ring is in the owner's hand, me.."

"I what?" cut off Agnia, which spontaneously made Akbar swallow again. He sighed softly, his eyes not letting go of highlighting Akbar's face. "Do you know how scared you are of losing the ring? Just because something feels right in your opinion, you ignore how frantic it is. - Look."

Akbar again did not reply, because he realized it would only further provoke the anger of Agnia. One thing is certain, who would have thought the initiative turned out that deep made her brother sad. "Sorry, Ma'am." Only that sentence was spoken again from Akbar's mouth.

Agnia once again looked disappointedly at Akbar, to then signal her sister to immediately leave her room.

Akbar said, leave immediately without saying anything more. Closing the door to Agnia's room slowly, a sigh came out of her mouth as she went outside. Now he understands the meaning of the sentence, not all good intentions can end in goodness. Sometimes it just feels good in our minds.

Akbar, totally mistaken.

Which he surprised, why Agnia was so angry. Though the ring he gave to the Mother, is that a big deal?

In order to answer his question Akbar immediately went to look for Khopipah, asking for clarity. Fearfully, there is a story that was missed from the incident of the ring.

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Gian had just returned home, the afternoon of the Maghreb. Immediately step towards the stairs while loosening the tie, sighing in relief the work is finished too without having to overtime.

At that time Wiryo who was deliberately waiting for his eldest son, cleared his throat. Code that he was there. Deheman was immediately replied Gian by turning his head, staring at the Father. Climb up the stairs.

Wiryo got up, his hand he turned behind his back. "Dad hear you left Sila yesterday" he asked directly.

"Gian!" persemat Wiryo, who is happy with such a reaction.

"I didn't leave him, Dad." Gian said softly, not wanting to make the Father rise in blood. "But.."

"You told him to come home?" cut Wiryo immediately, which Gian immediately agreed in his heart. Without nodding at all, because it will provoke endless nagging.

"Java!"

"What answer, Dad? After all Please have the same report Dad." replied Gian, there is a point as well.

"If you don't report it, his parents are complaining about it to Dad. Tell me you can't be trusted."

"You know, it means that Sila complained to her parents." Gian said, somehow wanting to blame the woman of her parents' choice.

"Gian!" remember Wiryo once again, now began to be upset. In fact, none of her two children could be spoken to properly.

Wiryo sighed softly, exasperated. "You're like this, when are you going to get married?!" he said, starting to raise the tone. Hoping that one scream could make his eldest son squeak.

"I'm not getting married yet, Dad." - Gian, soft.

"This child! Then, you want to be like this forever? You think living alone is easy? Today you may feel free and comfortable, but when you get old, things will be different."

"Keep if you're afraid I'm living alone, why did you leave Mom? I don't want to marry someone I don't love and then I leave her, like Dad did."

"How dare you!" Wiryo glared, though inwardly admitted his mistake after leaving the late Wife who had given two heroes. "It is precisely because of this that Father chose you to be a good woman, that the same may not be repeated."

Gian grunting. "As if Mom wasn't a good person." she muttered softly, but was still heard by Wiryo.

Wiryo will already debate his eldest son at length as usual, it is always this way when discussing marriage. But no time, because Wildan who appeared out of nowhere has chimed.

"Praise continue. praise." timpal Wildan, as he stepped closer to his father and brother. He looked at Gian. "You feel the same as that woman why don't you come with her to die, huh?!" ask Wildan, very satisfied to say so in front of the face of the Brother.

"What did you say? Cassian? nyokap we are not someone who should be pitied, just here your father who should be pitied. And watch your words! Lo is talking about someone who has died." said Gian, still patient. Just staring at Wildan's warning.

"It's because he's dead! I understand, you defended him because you were raised by his hands directly. But, don't forget that he is ******."

Bugh.

Gian's fist landed on Wildan's cheek, making Wildan instantly grimace in restraint. Wildan who staggered back for a moment to touch his sore jaw, wonder why his cheeks these few days subscription was punched. After Asthma's slap, Akbar's fist, and now the brother of the Big Brother.

The blow happened very fast, Wiryo did not have time to break up and just looked at his two children who looked heated up.

"Gue said keep your mouth shut!" repeat Gian, grabbing Wildan's collar. "You think you can be like this if no mother is born?"

"Gue doesn't ask to be born!" wildan shouted, filling the whole house. The shout made Gian and Wiryo for a moment speechless, amazed by the self-inconceited sentence.

"Basic children do not know themselves.." Gian hissed, as his hands clenched back to take off his fists once more. But Wildan who was more affected by the fog of anger actually first punched the Big Brother, as hard as Gian also staggered. Grimacing softly, feeling the pain at the end of his lips.

"Enough!" shouted Wiryo, finally wounding his two children after it was felt to have gone too far. Stare sharply at Gian and Wildan alternately. "How dare you fight in front of Dad!"

The two men immediately lowered their heads, disinclined by his father who was now the highest emotion. "And you." Wiryo looked at Wildan. "Can't you show a little merit? Just one. Screwing and screwing up, that's your job."

Wiryo gave a rough snort, staring at her two children alternately. "And guard your fists! don't once again point those fists at each other." whispered Wiryo. The man who had stepped on the head of five grimaced in his heart, it felt like he had failed to educate his two sons.

"Do you think the fight proves something?" Wiryo sighed softly, to then stare at Gian. "You love your mother very much, please her as you please" he said furiously, then turned to look at Wildan. "And if you want to hate your mother, it's up to you. But don't let you raise this fight."

Wildan snorted violently, smiling obliquely. "So, Father's favorite son." in short, slowly but still heard two people in front of him.

Wiryo was about to yell at Wildan again because of the words, only Wildan soon passed to his room. Ignoring the Father, not interested in being scolded any more.

Wiryo could not say anything more, Gian also passed without saying a word. Until Wiryo can only sigh disappointed, while staring at his reflection through the glass table in the main room of the luxury house.

Wiryo was left by two children, now staring at the reflection of himself. Condemning his own misfortune that did not succeed in educating the two rogues without the mother, even more so now he is very lonely. His magnificent home at all times looked and felt like this, full of emptiness.

Wildan snorted bitterly, walking briskly towards his room. Slam the door of his room, which no one even hears. Sitting full of emotion on the lip of his bed, throwing a cell phone in his hand at any place.

"Damn it.." he hissed, with his chest still going up and down. His emotions haven't subsided, haven't been vented.

How shiny. Although he had gone all-out supporting his father, in the end he always lost to the Big Brother. And that's just because they contrast once with each other, Gian is overachieving being Wildan in no, Gian is reputable, and Wildan isn't.

"Basic hypocrite!" rutuk Wildan, he hates his brother. Because he Wildan had to accept the defeat of Akbar's gang, and because he was also today he was again scolded, the most annoying, Gian made the father no longer side with him.

That pile of anger added to Wildan's lifelong misery of having to accept the fact that he was always being compared, and today, Gian's punch has made Wildan even more resentful of his perfect brother.

It has been a long time to be silent, but Wildan's emotions never subsided. Even more piled up asking to be blown up, his hands clenched to hit the bed.

"Gue will bales Gian's arrogance." siss Wildan, full of emphasis. "And all this has to be paid in cash" he said, with his jaw hardened.

From there the seeds that endanger Agnia were born, because Wildan felt that the woman who had made him punch Gian for the first time must be special for the Big Brother.

The best pain, born of sadness when loved ones are hurt. For the sake of thinking that, Wildan smirked. He found his place of revenge.

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