Want a Life of Heaven

9 Unilateral love of Akbar

Love doesn't fall, it does,

Until they refuse to switch,

Though feeling unrequited,

Support years.

Who wants this one-sided love?

If you can, please break this path.

I hurt others by liking you.

And you hurt me by liking someone else.

♡♡♡

The rain that fell from night was still at home raining the earth, wrapping nature with the cold air. made everyone suddenly lazy to go from the warm embrace of blankets in the most crucial hour of life, morning. Because what happens day to night can be determined from the beginning of the day.

Akmal, meanwhile, is currently walking briskly in the library corridor, heading towards the MBI room. Some students have also enlivened the campus, gathering with their respective affairs under the auspices of the roof.

Akmal pushed the door unlocked. "Assalamualaik." Wet shoes and lights that light up make it know there are others who come first.

"Waalaikumsalam warahmatullah." replied Akbar who like the previous day came earlier. Looking up from his phone.

Akmal who looked cold immediately opened his wet shoes exposed to splashes along the way. "Old old?"

"Lumayan." Akbar replied. "It's time to get dry again" he said, glancing at the shirt that was removed on the back of the chair. He also immediately opened his shirt that was wet because of rain drops carried by the wind on the way.

It was the shirt that accompanied Akbar five minutes before Akmal arrived.

Akmal nodded, taking off his wet jacket. Now his jacket moved to the back of the chair he was about to sit on.

"Came early for a certain purpose?" ask Akbar. Just ask.

Akmal sat down, shaking his head. "Now, by yourself?"

Akbar also shook his head. "Gue wasn't either." her lips slightly raised, feeling strange about her awkward question just now.

Akmal nodded, sighing. From the face of both when it clearly looks saturation which in some situations seems more clear.

"There's something I want to ask you, Mal." Akbar reopened the conversation.

"On personal matters?" tanya Akmal, grinned.remembered Akbar's previous question which he said was private.

Akbar didn't dodge, "Indeed." But then think for a moment, weigh. "Lo really don't have a candidate?"

Akmal smiled back, same question. "Why? Do you have any advice?"

"Gue seriously, Mal." Akbar was a little disappointed by Akmal's reaction, he expected a better reaction from an Akmal who was a proud student of the campus. But what Akbar received was not far from Fiki's incomparable reaction.

"Lo don't have a candidate yet?" akbar, this time more serious.

"Gue is also serious" Akmal said, glancing at Akbar for a moment. "There is no candidate yet. So do not be afraid first." Akmal replied honestly, making Akbar to luke the question again, thinking if this friend knows what the purpose of the question is.

"The wedding was later." Akmal said.

Akbar's eyebrows rose, unknowingly. It was as if he had got the core of the answer he had thrown out. "really? I don't like who's on campus anymore."

Akmal chuckled at the demanding question from Akbar. "Nothing. At all." said Akmal, more firmly. "Unless you have a girl acquaintance. You can know me."

Akbar nodded, now he had an answer to his question. If he had previously asked to be sure about Agnia, this time about Asthma.

The girl that Akbar had liked for a long time was actually his schoolmate for a long time. And get back together on campus with Akbar, Fiki, Ardi and a few other students.

Honey, Akbar's one-sided love is not long enough if only three years, it turns out it takes more than that. Even up to the sixth year they became friends not a little bit Asma was interested in him. Instead Asma showed interest in Akmal, not Akbar. Akmal who just met Astma on campus.

Akbar sighed in relief involuntarily, one-sided love turned out to occur also in Asthma. he was a little relieved, for some reason. From the movements of Akmal did not show interest in Asthma, but for Akbar it is very important to make sure.

Agnia was right, as long as the man she liked did not like her back, she still had a chance. Now he is relieved, there is a bright spot in his one-sided love. Even if it only exists in his mind.

"Accad!" call Akmal, breaking Akbar's increasingly unhelpful reverie. "Gue is serious, about the girl you can recognize me with" he said, looking serious. Makes Akbar think.

"It's hard, Mal." said Akbar after a while pretending to think. "If there was even a clear acquaintance of mine, I would marry him first" he added, chuckling at the end of the sentence.

"Good if you think rich. Competition for the future must exist even in friendship."

Akbar nodded in agreement, then grinned."But I, doo'a hopefully will never rival lo." honestly Akbar, at this point he felt a little bitter. "Talking this, I'd love to be with my sister, Mal."

"Again looking for a soul mate too?"

"Yes. Find another soul mate." Akbar sighed.

"She's sparing her fiance first, but for one and two things, the wedding is canceled just after all the preparations are done. And yes, guess what's next!"

"Son't you traumatized?" guess Akmal.

Akbar nodded, confirming. Staring straight, as if back to light the difficult time.a period where he who was still a dozen years was injured by the unpleasant event.especially when he saw Agnia and her mother injured.

In order to hear the story, Akmal also felt concerned. Who wants to get married? "It's not easy for your brother, how is he going now?"

"Alhamdulillah, after three years passed he began to agree again to be known to new people. Despite the process, crazy. Alot."

"Thank God, he still has lo. But which brother is this?"

"The girl, the boy who had a child.."

Akmal nodded. "Next time I know them, yeah. I've heard a lot about them from Fiki."

"Sure."

***

He was walking home, just finished from Widia's house. Meet to discuss important programs with three other PAUD teachers.

Although it was still raining, Agnia could not linger in Widia's house. If the others still survive there for the reason of the rain, Agnia does not want even with the same reason.

Adi and Alisya still disturb Agnia's mind. He was afraid that they might be found again. How he explained that he was still wallowing in disappointment, while Adi and Alisya had a perfect family.

Breathing out just like that, fused with the cold wind. The distance from Widia's house to the Fauzan family residence which was only blocked by eight houses made Agnia in no hurry to walk. Slowly but surely until he arrived at his home.

Unbeknownst, a surprise was ready to welcome Agnia. A surprise that would divert a bit of immortality in his mind.

"Assalamualaikum." said Agnia softly as she opened the door.

"Yes!" peekkik Zain, who was running towards Agnia.

Agnia's gloomy face changed instantly. "Zayn! You're here!" he said it was filled with laughter. Crouch down to hold Zain. "Who's here?"

"Dad." replied Zain whose hands were busy turning the ruby back. Comfortable just carried Agnia towards the middle room.

"Yep?"

Khopipah who came from the kitchen to take something looked up, heard Agnia's voice approaching. "Now, De?"

Agnia lowered Zain first to sopa. "I'm home first, Mom."

"Why?"

"Sir papa. I think I feel like Zain." replied Agnia, walking towards the kitchen. Take a drink. Not long back "Where's Ashtray, Mom?"

"Don't come."

"Who is Zain the same?"

"alone. But his case was heralded by Hafidz. Asri came home first because he was not feeling well, so.."

"Zain was tipped over here?" cut Agnia. Directed by Khopipah.

Asri, who was only five months married, could not freely take care of Zain as before. Only if Asri's husband goes to work out of town, Zain is safe in his care. And if Asri is prevented, Zain will have to be signed. Because Puspa does not necessarily go home at what time.

"Your mother is the same, busy work" said Khopipah who was feeding Zain. Sitting at the soup, Zain immediately ran after taking one mouthful.

"Forced, ma'am." replied Agnia, smiling. Responding to the same sentence that Khopipah always said when Zain stayed over.

"Everything, you after marriage do not need to be busy. I can't bear to have another Zain."

"No papa, Zain? Zain has Grandma, right? Play every day with grandma."

Zain looked up, switching was playing the cars. Nodding.

Like that is more or less born of busy parents, therefore Zain must grow accustomed and adapt so that later be good at accepting all parts of his life.

"Can aja. As long as Zain wants to obey his grandmother." said Khopipah, walking towards Zain. "Open his mouth!"

"Pinter!" praise Khopipah, after Zain bribes for a second time.

Agnia smiled at the sight, she seemed to get a shadow of how she and her two siblings were taken care of as toddlers.

"Yeah, De. Try calling Akbar. Before you go home, tell him to go to the mini market first."

Agnia glanced at the clock on her phone. "So much school, not yet finished college, Mom. But I'll call you right away, what's the matter?"

"Buy.."

***

It was almost three in the afternoon, the rain had already stopped by this time. Leave wet roads, as well as raindrops from the building's weather. The rain has not stopped long ago.

MBI members are still at home discussing, in that small warm room. Hold important meetings ahead of the upcoming study. For this, they do not mess around when saying they want to give their best.

Akmal stood up, explaining the arrangement of the event. All pay close attention to the occasional question, including Asthma. The girl who today has a maroon pasmina, who not only pokus with her explanation but more pokus on someone who explains.

Asthma likes Akmal, that's a fact. And Akbar who likes Asma knows that. Even now, Akbar noticed Asthma's interested face.

"Wooy!" Fiki slowly elbowed Akbar's arm. Trying to tell if his gaze on Asthma isn't right. Fiki is nosy, especially to Akbar. But in an important situation, Fiki turned serious and calculating. "That's great, look at the girl!" whispered Fiki.

Akbar blinked, instantly lowering his gaze. "Astaghfirullah."

"Akbar, please!" said Akmal who just ended the explanation at length.

Akbar went forward, changed Akmal's place. He who is the deputy treasurer wants to disclose all funds used, from consumption to certificates.

All are back late in the explanation.

That was when, in the middle of the explanation, Akbar's phone rang an incoming call sign. All of them stared straight at Akmal, the closest of the phones.

Akmal immediately glanced at the owner of the phone. After getting a code from Akbar, he just dared to pick up the phone from a contact named Si jago angry. Akmal can already guess who the caller is. Walk out.

"Hello, De? Still sniffing?"

"Hello, hello mbak. This is Akbar's friend."

"Oh! Where is it, huh?"

"Still a group of organizations, Ma'am."

"That's? Yaudah continued his activities. Later please tell me he was called back."

"Yes, Mommy."

"Thank you."

Akmal sighed after the call ended. Mumbled seriously. "I can't, yes it sounds good." stared at Akbar's actual phone screen off. "Next time I have to meet. Got to!"