Want a Life of Heaven

98. Am I really happy?

Akbar was still reluctant to leave Agnia, once again glancing at her brother who was already lying down with his eyes closed. Trying to sleep.

"Come on!" Akmal next to him waited impatiently, wanting to hurry to the restaurant. Because there are many things that can be done other than staying in the hospital, while accompanying Agnia.

Akbar sighed, staring lazily at Akmal. Because, dare this friend satirize him earlier. Though he will only ask one thing, which Akmal may also want to ask. But glancing at Akmal's face, Akbar was sure the man next to him was not curious at all.

That's where they sat, facing the table where their lunch menu was served. Two servings of rice padang into the menu they choose, do not forget the sweet tea as a companion.

Akmal immediately ravenously, while Akbar was busy with his thoughts. His forehead has been constantly wrinkled since he sat his butt in one of the chairs of the restaurant, not as attractive as Akmal on the menu in front of him.

"Don't eat?" akmal asked, glancing at Akbar for a moment.

Akbar confirmed his sitting position, but not to eat but to hold his chin with both hands. Now looking at Akmal intensely.

"Lo not curious?" tanyakanya.

Akmal who was busy chewing shrugged his shoulders slowly, to then answer with an uninterested look. "No. Wonder what it is?"

"But!" Akbar chipped in for a very insincere reaction from an Akmal, his hand propping up his chin reflexes switched on his forehead. A moment closed his eyes, dampening his anxiety at this friend. "People used to wonder what, just said no."

"I don't want anything" Akmal replied casually, shrugging his shoulders.

"Despite Agni's problems with Gian?"

Akmal spontaneously stopped his hand movements, returning Akbar's gaze. "Sister Gian? Why her?"

"Ah." Akbar sighed softly, glancing back because Akmal's reaction was again ordinary. His back he leaned back on the chair, his irritated look.

Akmal was still waiting, staring at Akbar while chewing casually.

"Of course!" ketus Akbar, not eager to talk with insensitive men like Akmal.

Akmal snorted, then chuckled. "Lo is the same Sister Agni it's exactly, a tambourine" he said, still interspersed with naughtiness. "Bedanya, because she's a girl so funny. If you are.." Akmal shakes.

Akbar whispered, did not accept to be called an ambush even though he actually admitted. Akmal wasn't the first to tell her that.

A moment of silence, Akmal ignored Akbar's insistence. Focus on the food.

"Gue taste.. Sister Agni is too close to Gian." chirped Akbar, as usual not strong to face silence. This time I hope Akmal is interested in his words.

"Aren't they ever a school?" ask Akmal. "Maybe that's why.."

"Indeed, but. why does Sister Agni know so much about that guy? You're not curious about that at all?"

Akmal again sniffed his shoulders. "That's not special, even I know about it."

"It's no secret anymore." explained Akmal, answering Akbar's gaze which implied a question. "Sister lo, for the sake of his empathy which is either for Wildan or Gian.. Trying to forget this incident. So, instead of trying to make me jealous, or trying to find out about the relationship between Miss Agni and Gian, you better take care of your brother well."

"Don't make him dizzy, annoyed, let alone cape."

Akbar frowning. "Why do I think you're talking as if you were my sister-in-law." he muttered softly, making Akmal just smile.

"Udah, don't over think! Let's eat. sister-in-law..."

...

Agnia woke up suddenly, shocked as someone walked into her hospital room. His body stiffened alertly, turning towards the door while tightening his blanket.

Puspa blinked, immediately scattering on Agnia. He saw the spontaneity of Agnia made even more shocked, not knowing if the arrival of her who deliberately secretly made Agnia shocked half to death.

"Why?" tanya Puspa, grabbed her sister-in-law's hand immediately.

Agnia who had been cowering was alert, now heaved a sigh of relief. A moment to change his position so sit with the soles of his feet touching the floor, his sleepiness just disappeared.

"What's wrong?" ask Puspa again, staring worriedly. "Nightmare?"

The calm Agnia shook her head slowly, smiling. "It's nothing, Ma'am. Shocked."

Puspa sighed, from his face was very worried. "Where's your mom?" tanya Puspa flat, signifying his regret to the husband. "Isn't he here?"

"Mas Hafidz is gone, Ma'am. It was Akbar who stopped me, just. I told him to leave, because it was noisy." replied Agnia honestly, smiling.

Puspa. "Are you sure you're not papa?" he asked again, still worried about Agnia's reaction earlier.

Agnia nodded.

"Yes, Madam calls Akbar now.." said Puspa while removing his phone from the pocket of a white blazer typical of the doctor he wore.

"No need, Ma'am." forbid Agnia. "Let me call him later, like lunch again."

"All right.." Puspa pusung because of the ban, looked back at Agnia with worry. I don't know what this time, but it seems that the capture had a slight impact on Agnia. I don't know what it is.

A call came in, Puspa immediately replied. Exactly once the phone is in hand, direct it to his ear. A moment of listening, until the call was interrupted.

"Don't you stay papa?"

Agnia nodded.

"Bak call nuns, yeah. So that nemenin until Akbar returns."

Agnia nodded back, smiling amusedly. "Yes, Mother. Thanks.."

Puspa left after grasping the hand of his sister-in-law for a moment, then passed. And actually brought in a nurse, a few minutes later.

Agnia sighed, rubbing her face slowly. Then glanced at the clock on his phone, showing it at half-three in the afternoon. Agnia immediately understood, that was what caused her to have nightmares. And whether he prayed or not before going to bed.

Dreams come from the subconscious, usually arising by a longing or fear that the devil makes it so frightening or terribly neglected.

Aware of that, Agnia recalled Akmal's question. Now he begins to question himself.

"Am I okay?" ogre.

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Fauzan filled out the study this afternoon, ba'da ashar in one of the city's mosques. Fill in a study titled 'Islam Rahatallil 'alamain' whose listeners are dominated by men of the age of responsibility, because the mosque is located in the city center to be affordable from any corner.

The rain accompanied the study of the shahdu, until some who intended to wait for the rain to subside even listened. Who can resist the beauty of an invitation to kindness?

Including Adi who just finished a meeting, in one of the restaurants not far from the mosque. His heart was tapped, deciding to park his car with other cars in the spacious courtyard of the mosque.

The rain was getting heavier, Adi rushed into the study that was open to the public. Join the empty line.

"True Islam means giving up everything to the creator, Allah SWT. No negotiation, absolute surrender of all our affairs to God."

Adi who had just sat his butt, cross-legged next to the other congregation spontaneously looked up when a familiar voice was present in his ear.

His eyes were fixed for a moment, that was someone who had almost once been his father-in-law. Fauzan, people recognize him as Ustadz Fauzan.

Adi sighed, turning to look at the face of the husyu congregation next to him.

Miris, who cares about the fact that she almost married the proselytizing son of ustadz. Who knows if he had ever hurt the children and the extended family of Fauzan, someone who was watched with admiration by the pilgrims.

On one condition, Adi felt that what happened was best even though he regretted many things. After all, he doesn't deserve to be Fauzan's son-in-law. He is not a graduate of pesantren, not good at teaching, nor is he good at public speaking. What's the kid saying now? Insecure.

But that does not mean he does not regret, sometimes his mind wanders about what if he had married Agnia.

"We see in Surah Al-an'am verse 162,

. Say (Muhammad), “Truly my prayer, my worship, my life and my death are for Allah, the Lord of all nature."

Adi shook his head slowly, throwing bad thoughts in his head. After all, why did he act as if he still deserved to think about his past.

"This verse we use when we pray, as do'a iftitah.This extraordinary verse when we respond while remembering the meaning, then that is where the calm lies. The location of the vibration is extraordinary, which we may not feel outside prayer."

Exposure after exposure from Fauzan's mouth sounded so sincere, at least to those who did intend to come to take a lesson from the five-headed man. The delivery is light, distinctive with its relaxed and full of smiles.

...

The recitation ended shortly before the Maghreb, all disbanding after the congregational prayer of Fauzan.

Adi did not go home immediately, still dizzy steal the opportunity to greet Fauzan like the others. Fortunately, he had sent the previous message to his wife, about him who would not come home soon.

Fauzan was talking to the man who was the moderator of the study that afternoon, along with other men who were the organizing committee.

Say thank you, also a compliment to the veteran ustadz.

"Thank you again, Ustadz."

Fauzan smiled his trademark shade, then nodded politely in return.

Adi was still watching from the terrace of the mosque, waiting for Fauzan to come out of the mosque with one person who was his loyal student accompanied.

"Of ustadz!" shouting someone ahead, Adi again hates greeting and staying in place.

"Fiki.. Erdi.."

Yes, two friends of Akbar who also attended the study that afternoon. Without Akbar, of course. Immediately step big to greet his best friend's father, has been waiting since coming out of the mosque.

"You're going to study?"

Fiki nodded after kissing the back of Fauzan's hand, as did Ardi.

"Good, you better take Akbar next time. That's better."

"God willing, Om. But, it seems like it will be difficult." replied Fiki, accompanied by a big smile.

Fauzan nodded, smiling. Then turned to his student, who was also the same age as the children in front of him. Say a few words.

"You, wait in the car."

"Well, Ustadz." the man soon moved after nodding his teacher's orders, the first thing as a student was indeed very important to his obedience.

"Emh.. Um ustadz, how's Miss Agni?" Fiki asked, he always called Fauzan so until everyone was used to hearing it.

"Alhamdulillah is better" replied Fauzan, who since today has not seen his daughter. "Thank you, that's why thank you."

"Sama-sama Om, after all it has become our must to keep the assets.."

Fiki's words hang, stopping just like that as Ardi slowly elbowed his arm. He poked his lips, forgetting he was talking to Fauzan.

Ardi reviewed an awkward smile. "I mean Fiki.. Om, it is our duty to take care of the Muslims. That is, our sister. Fellow Muslims." he explained, sounded so awkward that Fiki also turned to look at the face of his best friend.

Fauzan chuckled at the behavior of the two people before him, his outstretched hand touching the shoulder of Fiki who stood closest.

"I get. Anyway, thank you."

...

Adi was still standing on the spot, instead unintentionally listening. Immediately thinking about what happened to Agnia, from the three-person chat the situation sounded serious.

As he was busy guessing, Adi did not realize that Fauzan was staring at him. Until the moment he raised his gaze, their eyes met.

Fauzan's eyes were also fixated, not expecting to meet Adi after all this time. It did not escape the attention of Ardi and Fiki. The two spontaneously turned their heads in the same direction where Fauzan's gaze was.

Being late, Adi decided to approach. Grabbing Fauzan's hand for him to kiss, ignoring Fiki's confused gaze. I felt like I had seen that guy.

"Ustadz.." said Adi.

Raut Fauzan showed awkwardness, just trying to be muted. Trying to ignore the old story that now comes to his head.

"Daddy.." Fauzan smiled faintly, after a long time the name came back out of his mouth. The name of someone who almost married his daughter, almost became his daughter-in-law. "Surprisingly, you're here?"

Adi nodded, smiling just as awkwardly. "How are you, Ustadz?"

"Alhamdulillah, fine." replied Fauzan briefly, absolutely not crossed to reverse the question. Smile, melt the atmosphere.

"Oiya Ustadz, is Agnia okay? I hear.."

"Well." cut Fauzan off immediately, not waiting until the question was over. "But, aren't you married? I think your question could have made your wife misunderstand."

"I'm.."

"I have to hurry, next time we talk." Fauzan turned to look at Fiki and Ardi alternately. "Ardi, Fiki, come home with Akmal next time."

Fiki and Ardi nodded simultaneously, momentarily forgetting the curiosity with the familiar pretentious man next to them.

...

Ardi treats Fiki tonight, eating meatballs at one of the shops. Fiki is passionate about eating his free meals, wasting no time before going to work.

"Aah!" Fiki shrieked loudly, making Ardi startled and immediately turned his head around before pointing his hand at Fiki's head.

"Ente why, again.."

Fiki ignored Ardi's sharp gaze, as well as the gazes of those around them. "Now I know. the guy was. The guy who was pretentious earlier, which I said look like a wall. it. her ex-husband Mbak Agni." said Fiki belepotan, but full of enthusiasm.

Ardi frowned for a moment, then nodded slowly. Forgetting his annoyance at Fiki's behavior earlier.

"Oh. Om Fauzan is uncomfortable."

"Aren't you? That's why.." Fiki sighed while shaking in amazement. "It's hot news, Akbar should know."

Ardi sighed, unwilling to respond to Fiki the gossip king. It could be a type of Fiki if you add. Fiki where cares, smiles satisfied.