Want a Life of Heaven

96. Guilt of Gian

"But it's better now, isn't it?" ripda asked, asking after Agnia briefly explained the event. While his eyes were unceasingly ascertaining from top to bottom, making Agnia chuckle and then say.

"The pain is just the face."

Still, Ripda was worried. Always forget and continue to observe from top to bottom, even if not for Widia's remind, Ripda will already touch Agnia.

"But thank God, it's better now" said Agnia, answering Ripda's question earlier.

Widia sighed, looking at the face of Agnia piba. Miris once, did not expect Agnia to end up in the hospital. Most incredulous, the kidnapping happened shortly after they split up.

The news was really surprising for Widia, or Agnia was already in the hospital. He as one of the last people to meet, was shocked when he heard the news. A little in disbelief, to hear it directly from Khopipah.

"Bad fuckin' shit!" great-grandson Ripda, again after looking at Agnia's face.

Ripda who was taken for this time did not react much, he also knew the place if it would be a prank. But for Agnia, Ripda was still very ugly despite all her strength of restraint. Several times the girl even turned her head to Hafidz, suddenly awkward for the sake of that one man.

"Do you know that guy?" widia asked, her face still staring with pity.

Agnia shook her head unexpectedly, Akbar turned to Hafidz for that reason. For Agnia it is enough that people must know, do not want to make others ask more if they say they know the perpetrator.

"Definitely nobody." guess Ripda. "It should be punished severely."

"People are not punished." Akbar said intentionally. "Mbak Agni won't report to the police, just ask.."

All looked at Agnia for an explanation, having previously turned to Akbar in a compact manner.

"Why, Mommy?" ask Ripda.

Agnia sighed, poking her lips for a moment. Inwardly why Akbar deliberately provoked an explanation when he himself tried to cover everything.

"You still scared?" widia asked later, her motherly figure asking.

"It's not like that, Mom. But.." Agnia. "I don't want to deal with that guy, really." Agnia said as she turned to Akbar. "All I need now is that it's healed, after all the boy's been handed over to his family."

"That kid?" Ripda frowning. "He's a kid, Mommy?"

Back, the questionable Ripda could not hide his true form.

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"He's your girlfriend?" asked Hafidz, looking at Akbar as much as three people who looked at it. He asked because he saw his sister was very familiar with the little girl.

The girl who again and again asked when something crossed her mind, at first glance it was similar to the character of Akbar.

The one asked immediately shook his head, his hands crossed in front of his chest. Act dramatically.

"Yep?" Hafidz was dubious, thinly throbbing with a flat expression.

"Yes, Mas. Lo it's yeah.."

"Why?" Hafidz felt Akbar's reaction was too excessive, suspicious for him. "So she's pretty, and. You guys fit in."

"Beautiful? It fit? Look for the same asthma match times.."

"Aspie?" Hafidz turned to Agnia, feeling he had heard that name. Agnia was not hoarding, letting the rare moment her brother and sister chat.

"Yes, someone in my heart." said Akbar immediately, confident with a smile.

"Most love claps one hand." - Hafidz. "Mending for sure, this is advice." he said later, softened.

Hearing that instead of softening Akbar mendelik not accept. "You mean? Language as if I could not be loved! I'm not ugly, don't be reckless!"

"But loved or not connected with the physical, you just... not interesting?"

"Gee!" Akbar was upset with the flat face of his eldest brother when insulting, his hand was pretending to punch. "Lo doesn't know, yeah, how many girls are willing to be my girlfriend."

Hafidz. "That's a sign that you're a good-looking ass!" hinaya, did not run out of opportunities to test his sister's patience. "Lo ignored a lot of girls, just for someone who doesn't like you."

"I'm a handsome man!"

Hafidz pretended to be disgusted at Akbar's great confession, then grabbed his vibrating phone. Too bad a call came up, otherwise the debate would have arrived at the top and one of them would have won.

"Hello?" Hafidz returned seriously, both face and intonation. Gesturing for Akbar to shut up.

The moment the man with the shady gaze fell silent, listening for a moment. To then get up and stare at Agnia, immediately spoke before Akbar interrupted him.

"Mas has to go. And lo.." Hafidz turned to look at Akbar, his shady gaze turning sharp. "Jaga Agnia is fine!" his memory with intonation that was one hundred and eighty degrees different, it managed to make Akbar back upset.

"Who has been looking after Ms Agni since yesterday? Lo? Nope.. I'm!" akbar said, not accepting. As if her existence guarding Agnia was not considered, indeed her eldest sister's damn it.

Agnia only chuckled softly, looking at the two sworn enemies that reflected the atmosphere of thin hostility. Moreover, Hafidz ignored Akbar and stepped away after that, making Akbar grudge made.

"Udah!" remember Agnia, still smiling looking at Akbar.

Akbar let out a long sigh like Hafidz from behind the door, as if a great change had occurred when there was no firstborn. Returning to pull the chair near Agnia, put on a sweet face.

"What do you want to eat now?" the question is soft, different when being in conflict with Hafidz.

"Ehh.." Agnia considered, actually did not really want anything. But there was one thing he wanted, and Akbar's obedience was a rare thing. "Soto?"

"Can.." Akbar smiled as he shrugged his shoulders. "I call Akmal again ya.."

"Gee!" agnia's smile spontaneously evaporated, changing into a flat gaze. "Basic don't bother!"

Akbar nyengir's. "Joking, I buy it now" he said as he turned to the door.

"But.." Akbar suddenly stopped his steps, turned around and approached Agnia again. "On Akmal.. Should I call or not?"

"Curtain!" Agnia reflex turned her face to hear the temptation from Akbar, not wanting her sister to see the smile that was caused by that sentence.

"From Akmal's call, mending you call Gian" said Agnia, turning to other topics.

"For?" akbar's grin spontaneously dissipated, changing his twitching on the forehead. Why should he call Gian?

"Yes.mbak want to see him, as long as Mbak here he does not come nengok."

"Well, I'm the one who banned it!" murmuring Akbar slowly.

"Well?!" Agnia pretended to be surprised, pretending not to know that. His forehead wrinkled, looking at Akbar for an explanation.

Akbar. "Mbak said he didn't want to deal with Wildan, did he? Mean Gian included."

"But! Where there are rules like that." complains Agnia, upset.

Seeing the plump lips of Agnia, Akbar became astonished. Curious about something. "You want to meet Gian?"

Agnia nodded, making Akbar dizzy. Does his brother like Gian? What about Akmal?

"Can?" Agnia asked with a cheerful smile, when in fact there was no need for permission at all from Akbar.

"Yaudah, just call." tell Akbar, never mind.

"You're calling!"

"Kok me? Come on! Who wants to meet him also Ma'am not me." protested Akbar, began to ignite emotions.

"Kok Ma'am? I told you that." Agnia counter-raised her intonation as well.

"Cok ask me?" akbar asked in his original tone, back in silence.

"Any damn it!"

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The guilt wallowed in Gian's heart, though Akbar forbade him that he would have left if not for that feeling.

Because Wildan, the fault of his brother that makes Gian not much bernego. Enough to know Agnia's improving, the rest know themselves.

Wildan's actions this time were not understood by the father, there was no effort to hide or shut the mouth of anyone as usual. Even when Wildan was found battered, Wiryo was not angry at all.

Can not be covered, this problem has a big influence on Gian's work. Starting from the dizziness of answering people's questions, to not calm with his guilt for Agnia. That makes his work disturbed.

"Sir, excuse me." a woman with shoulder-length straight hair, dressed as a typical office lady appeared after knocking on Gian's room door.

Gian turned his head, then turned his body to face his personal assistant.

"This, the note that you asked for earlier" he said after arriving in front of Gian, thrusting a few sheets of paper oe on the table.

Gian sighed, lifting his slanted back lazily. His hand stretched out to take the note, and then he observed for a moment.

"Regarding.."

"Just a second!" Gian cut in, staring at his assistant. The tired look was clearly on his face. "Today I trust your work. And whatever you want to say, we'll talk about tomorrow." Gian said, staring with my eyes. "I can't concentrate on anything." Gian said.

The girl nodded slowly, momentarily poking her lips. "Good, sir. But.."

"Is there a problem?"

Gian sighed slowly, then nodded. There was nothing to hide from his assistant. "Yes. As you know, it's about my sister."

"Emh.." the girl nodded, then smiled. "Sorry before, sir. But if I can give you advice, it's good you tell me that story. That might make your brother better. In my opinion, living in hatred is definitely not easy for your brother."

Wildan listened, unmoved. His eyes glared far away, as if asking himself. Shall?

"Okay, I'll consider."

The girl smiled once more. "That's it, I'm clearance to return to my room, sir."

Gian nodded. "Please."

When the door closed, his cell phone rang a sign of a call. Gian took his phone lazily, making sure first who was bothering him at a shitty time like this.

His regret suddenly disappeared, Gian was surprised when the name Agnia was listed there. His eyes widened to make sure.

"Ehem." Gian cleared his throat, neutralizing his voice. It was a pleasure for her, without needing to ask, to be able to guess if Agnia was okay.

"Hello?"

"It's me, Akbar."

Gian frowned, what is this. The angry boy now wanted to talk to him.

"What's wrong? Agnia's fine, isn't she?"

"Don't worry! If you're worried why don't you come here?"

"To the hospital?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Can I look at Agnia?" ask Gian, make sure. The corner of his lips could not help but fall back, his smile began to crack.

"Yes. Come as soon as possible or I change my mind."

For the sake of hearing the answer that sounded insincere, Gian did not want to waste any more time. Immediately got up, fearing Akbar had completely changed his mind.

"Yes, I'm leaving now" he said with a smile.

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"But! Smile him." Akbar thaws, while keeping Agnia's phone away from her ear. Obtained Agnia with a slow puck.

Agnia did not change her gaze, staring intently since the call began, hinting at something.

"Cepet came, or I changed my mind you said.it's outrageous, as long as you know." said Agnia.

"This is what I want to meet her, so Ma'am must keep the price as a girl!"

"Take price?" Agnia parroted in an annoyed tone. "You say it sometimes, yes, just so you know, Gian is a busy man, also an honorable man. How can you speak when he is respected by many!" agnia gemas.

Akbar sighed, starting again he was being rumored. Where does the error lie? It's been forced, it's still wrong.

Aware of Akbar's annoyed gaze, Agnia softened. Shut up for a moment, make a silence between the two.

"Have you promised to buy soto?"

Akbar sniffed, the business of watering only his sister softened.

"Ogah, mending Akmal's phone." Akbar replied quickly, throwing his body on the sopa. Now that she will no longer hear Agnia, she has already decided.

"You!"

"But he's always happy, ma'am. Relax.."

"Gee!"

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Gian stepped up quickly after the call ended, with a smile that did not disappear from his face he walked out of his room.

That happy Guat, in stark contrast to his mood just a moment ago. Her beautiful assistant was even astonished by herself, wondering what was the way out of her young boss's unrest.

Gian's smile today is like fresh water flowing when the drought hit.

"Did my advice work?" muttered the girl, her eyebrows clutched as Gian passed.

Gian was not aware of the stares of his employees, ignoring to see if they could talk to each other about what made their boss suddenly happy.

But the smile that raises questions to each person is slowly lost, when Gian steps right on the parking lot of his office basement.

Gian's footsteps slowed to a halt, the presence of Sila there who was the cause.

The girl with curly hair and tiny stature just got out of her car, just closed her car door when she crossed paths with Gian.

"Where are you going?" tanya Sila quickly, deliberately preceded Gian who also looks to be asking.

"I want to go." replied Gian. "You, yourself, why are you here?"

"Meet you.. He said you can't talk two days. So.." Please pause, put on a thin smile that seemed awkward. "he told me to come here, dad you think you'll want to talk to me."

Gian nodded, momentarily silent and made the situation even more awkward. "Emh. Unfortunately, now I am.."

"You're avoiding me again?" cut off the girl, making Gian land his gaze on Sila's eyes.

"No, not that. But now I really have to go."

Please sigh, his eyes were disappointed. Know him if the man in front of him is not interested in him at all.

"Crazy?" call Gian, don't want to make the girl feel sad. "I really have to go, really."

"Why give me five minutes?" tawar Sila, as usual acted full of smiles in front of the man who was betrothed to her.

Gian scratched his nape did not itch, moved riled up. "The problem.."

"Yes, or not?"

Seeing Sila's stern gaze for the first time, Gian sighed deeply. Finally nodded, only five minutes.

"alright. It's only five minutes, right?"

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