Want a Life of Heaven

95. Porridge problem

That same night Retno immediately went to the hospital, the class was the news from Akmal. He also called Khopipah, his best friend. Telling him how shocking the news was, Retno was made to gawk in disbelief. Didn't know something like that happened this afternoon.

Akmal's coming, of course. She hasn't seen Agnia since she arrived at the hospital. I can't wait, I want to make sure of myself.

That night Akmal even had to close the lesson with Basit, making the student was forced to return home with a big question mark on the head.

The crowded but quiet atmosphere typical of the hospital was already in the eyes of the couple's mother, Retno came out first to walk slowly while waiting for Akmal who parked his car first.

Akmal followed along with two fruit parcels in his hand, with the big step of the tall man was already next to the Mother. Walking side by side, down the hallway of the hospital at half-eight this evening.

As crowded and as bright as any hospital, also as complete as any facilities still do not eliminate the uncomfortable impression that arises. There is a sense of loneliness and fear that cannot be defined, sort of gripping but not too.

The quick steps of the two men almost rivaled the steps of Khopipah who had already come first, arriving a few moments faster with one big bag in his hand.

"Mbak.." exclaimed Retno, when their distance was very close. In contrast to Akmal who remains at his step speed.

Khopipah looked, then smiled. His steps stopped to wait for his best friend.

"Sorry, Ma'am, I just came." said Retno sincerely, as she grabbed the arm of her best friend.

Khopipah shook his head, smiling faintly. "Gapa, you should not come here." he replied, then glanced at Akmal. "Otherwise not Akmal, they've been working hard today."

Retno replied to a smile, glancing at Akmal at a glance. "It was Akmal who made me come here tonight. Though I said better tomorrow, so we can get something. That's why I just brought the potluck.."

"Other than that.." Khopipah. "Don't bother, do it. Agnia must be happy.."

"Not for Agnia alone, who is waiting must also need intake."

The two men chatted as usual, even interspersed with laughter as always. As if nothing had happened before.

Unknowingly their steps continued along with the chatter, Akmal just stayed behind the two people. Very anxious, but want to immediately arrive to the treatment room Agnia.

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Upon arriving in front of the room Agnia was in, Khopipah immediately pushed the door of the room while reading the greetings slowly. Just in case Agnia is asleep.

Sure enough, let alone Agnia who was lying sick, Akbar just lying resignedly on the carpeted floor. Not moving at all, while his hands were folded on the stomach.

While Akmal and the Mother looked at the curious Agnia, Khopipah opened the big bag. Take out the blanket and put it on Akbar's body.

Retno sighed softly, then glanced at Akmal. I couldn't bear to see Agnia's bruised face, so imagine how that crazy man would blow her.

Akmal just commented a smile while embracing the Mother, as if transferring power. After all, it had already passed and Agnia looked fine.

All did not intend to wake up, because Agnia who only woke up while eating and praying seemed calm.

Immeasurably the tiredness that the girl felt, Akmal for the sake of seeing it sighed softly. His swollen, bruised face certainly could not talk too much, and sleep was the perfect activity to speed up his recovery.

"Sir.we chat outside, yes." said Retno, still want to tell a lot of stories with her best friend but do not want to disturb Agnia.

Khopipah nodded, agreeing.

Akmal did not budge as the two men came out, still looking at Agnia's slumbering face. At first glance, Akbar, who was not disturbed at all, looked very tired.

Akmal approached Agnia's side, slowly pulled the small chair there and sat down her butt.

Akmal's eyes were fixed on Agnia's tiny hand, his hand outstretched to grab the girl's wiggly finger. The finger that Akmal originally hoped to be the place where his gift ring was lodged.

It's just that the hand didn't move, it didn't grab Agnia's hand. Not wanting to find an opportunity in this situation, Agnia could wake up as a result of her actions.

For whatever sake, Akmal still continued to regret in his heart. His fear this afternoon was unbearable, it felt as if he would lose someone dear for the second time. Akmal shook his head slowly, removing the bad suppositions.

It's just Akmal, always saying this jiak needs to be grateful. Agnia survived and without any shortcomings, too tidy up the destiny of God if she continues to regret what has happened.

All in line with destiny, and always have valuable lessons.

Akmal's smile appeared thin once, oblivious to the debate within him. While looking at Agnia's face, Akmal said a soft word full of regret.

"Sorry Mom, sorry for not answering the call."

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Wildan is not okay, not physical but his fate later. Wiryo shut his ears tightly from helping his youngest child, not defending as usual.

Who would have thought Wildan could be that hard, making Wiryo not only embarrassed but surprised not dumbass. Not knowing the son he grew up lovingly, instead learned to be a small, heartless predator.

The news of the absorption has been widespread, quickly spread from one ear to another. Wiryo and Gian are overwhelmed by their big family's questions, choosing not to answer calls from anyone.

All impressed just want to add complicated, Wiryo was not ready to hear it when his emotions peaked.

One of the house servants walked over quickly, bowing his head as he faced his master in the dining room.

The silence between Gian and Wiryo at the dinner table faded for a moment.

"What's wrong?" ask Gian.

"Sorry Sir, Mas Gian.. Den Wildan won't eat." Report the waiter, which certainly adds to Wiryo's anger that night.

He who was sitting at the dinner table immediately got up while dropping a spoon and fork on the table. His grieve was obvious, immediately stepping quickly towards Wildan's room.

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The sound of a loud push on the door of his room made Wildan look up instantly, he who had not shifted from his bed was focusing on watching television at that time.

Wiryo snatches the tv remote from Wildan's hand violently, pressing the off button there.

"You're tired of living, huh?!" wiryo snapped, after the tv sound was no longer heard.

Wildan froze, not answering. He's been punished like this, but he's never had this much anger. Even when he does not want to eat, he will be persuaded. But now? Wildan.

"You should torture yourself, and not torture others if you want to die!"

Wiryo sighed, giving a pause. "You should introspect rather than seek attention, you casually stare at the TV while the innocent girl is lying in the hospital."

The face of frustration is clear on the look of Wiryo, the professor who is not a cheat now can not be as authoritative as usual. Let alone Wildan, completely silent and showing no guilt.

"Listen, don't bother. Eat when told to eat! Do not look for other problems by making your father and brother hassles later." said Wiryo again, full of emphasis.

"Immediately improve, and accept your punishment! The next time they don't throw you in jail, let me teach you a lesson."

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Akmal was still watching Agnia's breath rise and fall, until the door of the room opened. Spontaneously turn his head, and get an uncomfortable look from someone.

Hafidz who came, directly turned on his alert antenna when he saw Akmal. It was fortunate that Akbar's snoring sounded, making Hafidz finally sigh. He thought Akmal was looking for a chance at a narrow situation by waiting for Agnia alone.

Unable to talk at length if one room with Agnia, Hafidz then decided to take Akmal to the hospital canteen. Enjoy a cup or two of coffee while talking.

The two of them sat facing each other, looking at each other with their minds for a moment.

Hafidz had already sipped his coffee while it was hot, while Akmal continued to pay attention to someone older than him.

"What do you think will happen if you get a call from Agnia?" ask Hafidz finally, after sipping his coffee for the second time.

Akmal spontaneously replied with a confused look, making Hafidz sigh.

"I saw no. You were the last number Agni called." Hafidz explained.

"If only you answered the call, it must not have happened like this." added Hafidz a moment later, bak answered his own question when Akmal could only give a difficult gaze to interpret.

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That morning Agnia was able to talk a lot, the pain around her face gradually improved. Even had laughed a lot with Akbar's chant, although for a while grimaced without a sound.

"Said Ripda later this afternoon." said Akbar after momentarily letting Agnia grimace after smiling widely, the boy sat not far from his brother, peeling the apple from the parcel Akmal brought last night.

"Ehh.." Agnia nodded in response, her eyes not paying attention to Akbar's hand movements. "You're talking to him?"

Agnia nodded, to then sigh. There was someone he had not seen since yesterday, his heart was hoping to see someone soon. "Ehh.."

"What?" Akbar spryly asked, afraid if there are important things that his brother needs.

Agnia momentarily seemed to think, to then sigh and then shook her head slowly. It is impossible to say if he was looking for Akmal, he could have been tempted by Akbar.

"After all, you were hogging him for a long time." lied Agnia, saying whatever came to her head.

Akbar immediately glared annoyed, to want to just peel it was already profitable. If Agnia was cured, she would be enslaved like this. "Gee! Can be alone, ngerecokin aja.."

Agnia sniffed, whatever.

"Yep, yeah.." Akbar turned his head to Agnia again, having been picked up earlier. "What breakfast do you want?" tanyanya gently.

"Porridge?"

"But!" Akbar throbbed, his lips curled down thinly. "You want to entertain, it's already that one." point Akmal at the bowl of porridge without the topping that the nurse brought earlier. Loosely sitting on the table, only had to be scooped once.

Agnia sniffed softly. "That's what you eat, my sincere son."

Hearing that remark Akbar immediately sighed, relented. "Yes, I pesenin ya. porridge subscription Mbak." he said lazy.

Agnia smiled, no matter if sincere or not in Akbar's heart. His hand stretched out pinched slowly Akbar's cheek.

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Agnia no longer talks about porridge, focus on feeding apples to her mouth while touching Akbar's phone. Akbar saw it could only sigh, a little unsettled fearing Agnia opening a private message there.

"Let's just calm, Ma'am didn't sign your chattan. Just the word Ripda.." Agnia mendelik while saying softly, understand the meaning of Akbar's gaze. "You. Don't know how to eat."

"Yes yes yes. whatever." This time Akbar who says a lot is up, according to him. Although inwardly wonder why Agnia suddenly spoiled and likes to rule.

A moment apart, Akbar who faithfully waited patiently did not say much. Busy with questions in his head, for a second then stared at Agnia.

"Sir, why don't we report to the boy?" tanyanya, seemed to lift the topic.

Agnia sighed, her chewing spontaneously slowed down. "God, kasian.."

"Cassian? Here what must be pitied is Ma'am himself, why also inget the child!" prlotot Akbar, spontaneously stood up so shocked to hear the word.

"Mbak is not finished" said Agnia slowly as she pulled the tip of her sister's clothes, she was trying not to move her jaw width much.

Akbar sat down again, ready to listen.

"Sir Ma'am, you guys.You, father, mother..What do you think the police report is? Had to go back and forth to the police station, got a hearing.. I don't want that, what else if I have to deal with him again."

Akbar nodded in agreement, rightly so he thought. It's just..

"But he can't get away with it, I must have taught him a lesson."

Agnia could only sigh, unable to comment on Akbar's deeply reasoned annoyance.

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Akbar was busy peeling and chopping apples for Agnia, while Agnia took over Akbar's phone.

Until the moment Akmal came with the two objects in his hand, Akbar smiled with relief.

"Well, the porridge is coming.." cried Akbar.

Agnia quickly turned to the door, and..

Akbar felt a slow blow on his head, inviting his full eyed question to Agnia.

"What?" asked Akbar was anxious, had his phone taken over, told to serve, now what?

"You told Akmal?" ask Agnia flat.

Akbar shrugged his shoulders softly, not scowling. And that's enough of an answer.

"They told me again!" nagel Agnia, do not like the behavior of her sister like that.

Akmal just smiled as he stepped closer, if it had been nagging like that sign Agnia was already very fine. Akmal was relieved.

"No papa, ma'am." said Akmal. "I really intend to come here."

"No.." pointed Akbar overbearing, as he got up and took the porridge from Akmal's hands. His responsible instincts are alive, as if accustomed in these twenty-four hours.

"Is it better?" akmal asked, facing Agnia who was sitting cross-legged under his blanket.

Agnia nodded, her hands relentlessly bribing the apples from Akbar's peel. A smile was seen on his face, just happy because he was waiting for this man before him. The phone in his hand he immediately kept.

"What's the flower for?" agnia asked, since then had noticed a flower in Akmal's other hand. For him, it was too dramatic.

"So that.." Akmal thought for a moment, not expecting to be asked that. "Say that our feelings are more comfortable." he said again, sounding doubtful.

"Down, I don't want to be too comfortable here" said Agnia flat. Which immediately provoked the ticklishness of Akbar.

"Emm?"

"Stupid! The flower is so that our feelings get better, and the spirit to heal. Answer it!" Akbar apparently listened, looking pityfully at Akmal with his mouth chewed.

Agnia's gaze fell on Akbar's hand, not wrong anymore. His sister bribed the porridge that was for him, as if not sincere.

"God! Why do you eat porridge?" agnia asked quietly, ignoring Akbar's taunts to Akmal.

Akbar grinned, immediately approaching Agnia. Carrying the porridge while one more time feeding it into his mouth.

"Gee!"

"For!"

"No, if that's what it can do for you" said Agnia, pointing towards the hospital's special fresh porridge.

Akbar sighed, snorting bitterly.

Agnia was still waiting, Akbar's hand was not accepted. Even looking at the manyuning Akbar. "Babylon.."

"Mal. bribe." said Akbar, turning to Akmal.

"Accad!"

"Kidding."

Akbar grabbed another bowl of porridge, immediately scooped and pointed at his brother's mouth.

Agnia sighed, not opening her mouth.

"What else now?"

"Sir!"

Akbar sighed, forgetting that it was the brother's custom. Despite the grudging, still according.

"Beautiful eating her porridge stirred!" cibir Akbar's.

Agnia frowned, turning her head questioningly while opening her mouth. He ignored Akbar's words when his mouth was full.

"Scook!" firmly Akbar, staring in disdain.

"Snakes?" ask Agnia a little loudly. Make him grimace slowly. "It's porridge, isn't it.." Agnia sighed, it was not important to argue about it either. "Whatever.."

"Norange, Mal?" akbar asked Akmal, asking for approval. Making Akmal can only return the smile of the sweet scene of the brother's sister.

"But! If not stirred, eat the porridge again." point Agnia again on the bland porridge on the table. "What difference.."

"Different, Ma'am!" Akbar did not accept, inexplicably wanted to extend the debate.

"Well, Mal? You also the porridge team is not stirred?"

Akmal smiled awkwardly, not knowing what to answer when the gaze of the two people seemed to hope he was on the side of one of them.

"Gue's? I. the team stirred." Akmal replied, making Akbar annoyed but Agnia was happy.

As simple as porridge can bring debate, and as simple as that can also bring happiness.

Akbar could only sniff slowly, inwardly wondering why as simple as porridge could make him not accept defeat. It's just that sure as hell, Akmal's mush team wasn't stirred with him.

Though not once twice they eat together, even eating porridge as well. Akbar sighed, for some reason his mind kept spinning thinking about that simple thing.

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