Want a Life of Heaven

99. Going home?

"But, aren't you married? I think your question could have made your wife misunderstand."

Adi moved furiously in his bed, turning left right to secure his sleeping position. Breath clearly heard. Directly inviting a curious look from Alisya who was sitting in front of the makeup table, put moisturizing cream on her face.

"Why, Mas?" alisya asked, staring long from where she was sitting. His hands still regularly moved polishing his two cheeks, flattening here and there.

Adi turned his head, his eyes met the eyes of the wife. Then shook his head, it was impossible to say if Fauzan's words and reaction to him had just become a cause. Let alone saying that, Alisya alone did not know if her husband after the study.

Alisya throbbing doubt, just not want to question a lot which will then provoke debate between them. He turned to face the mirror, and continued his activities.

"Oiya Mas's.." Alisya got up, moved towards the bed while opening a new chat. "Today Agnia didn't come in, you know.."

He listened, reacted. But in the heart is not surprised, because it has heard the pain of Agnia with its own ears.

"I think it hurts, deh.." said Alisya.

"illness?"

"Perhaps, because the other teachers are horrified again the discussion of the teacher's appointment while for Raina's class." said Alisya, but sounded hesitant.

"You don't think he's getting married, okay?" chirp again, talk to yourself. After saying so somehow Alisya seemed sparkling, turning Adi from his sitting position.

Adi grunted softly. "Why do you look happy?" tanyanya gently.

"Hemh?"

"Why do you look happy?" reset Adi.

Alisya smelled her smile, looking at Adi anxiously. "Yes happy, Mas.he is my best friend, regardless of the problems between us" he said while pinching softly Adi's cheek.

"Yeah? Not because you're happy, because I really don't have a chance to get him?"

Deg.

The question made Alisya stupefied, not expecting her husband to ask so. His eyes lit up questioningly at Adi.

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This afternoon Agnia was ready to go home, sitting on a gurney with her free-falling feet touching the floor. A nun who had been with him since yesterday was opening the plaster perched on his left temple, about to clean the wound there. While Agnia focuses on her phone, using her social media to find the latest information.

"What is the cause of this wound?" the sister with the cute face asked suddenly, curious even since yesterday.

Agnia's hand spontaneously stopped her activity, her eyeballs moving left right as she searched for a strong alibi. "Emh. fall, Sus. It's broken glass, it's like."

"Not because of the knife?"

You idiot! Agnia cursed herself a moment later, she made a false alibi on the wrong person. After all, the nurses certainly often deal with various types of injuries. Why did Agnia also answer the origin.

"That's I don't know, I'm not sure Sus." Agnia replied later, smiling awkwardly.

The nurse nodded, smiling faintly. Understand if this one patient wants to hide the cause of his injury, for one or two reasons.

"It."

Agnia smiled, looking at the beautiful nurse full of appreciation. "Thank you, Sus."

A moment of silence, Agnia turned her eyes back to the mobile phone screen. While the striking beautiful nurse was busy tidying up the medical equipment she was carrying.

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"Although here only two days, but Ms. Agnia has become a byword among hospital staff" said the nurse.

Agnia looked over for a long time, thinking for a moment. Then nod, not important. It must be about him who is the sister-in-law of one of the doctors who served in this hospital.

"Do you know why?"

"Emh.. because of Puspa?"

The nurse named Dona shook her head, today it is more convenient to invite Agnia to talk after yesterday busy observing her war. "That's not all, but because of the handsome men who came into this room."

Handsome guys? Wh who? Agnia frowning. Akmal and Akbar? But Gian was also here. The three people had made a stir, What would happen if Akbar's friends were allowed to visit him here? It could be more uproar, thought Agnia.

The nurse smiled again, noticing Agnia's thinking face. "We became curious, which of them is her future husband Ms. Agnia."

What's?! Agnia did not know where to react, only being able to smile awkwardly. "Handsome guy, huh? Maybe it means my brother and sister?"

"We know the husband and sister-in-law of Doctor Puspa." denied Dona immediately. "We mean, between two other people."

Agnia was made to die of lice again, do not know what to react to the new person in front of her. does it matter? his love story is important?

Wonder himself, why he became the lips of the hospital staff? Is it a family member of one of the hospital doctors?

"Did all the staff at this hospital like to gossip?" inner Agnia.

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Akbar hummed cheerfully as he walked down the hospital corridor, walking at a leisurely pace towards the hospital room where Agnia was. Don't ask why he's happy? Since Agnia's return was more than good news for her, her routine would be normal again after this.

"Let's go home." exclaimed Akbar happily, putting on a big smile. "Come home.. Let's go home together.."

Agnia who was waiting then stood up, a little bit concerned with Akbar who even sang with confidence.

"Oh! Hello sister.." Akbar greeted politely, smiling. "Sayonara's.."

The nurse smiled, nodding politely. For a moment then continue to tidy up the gurney that Agnia will leave. Prepare to welcome other patients.

Agnia shook her head in amazement, astonished at the behavior of her sister who was so familiar.

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"Lo likes Agni?" ask Akbar.

Gian immediately looked up when asked, not expecting if the boy in front of him invited to talk to ask this.

"Ehh.."

"Yes or no?"

Gian sighed slowly, a second later nodding. After all how, cover something when it is clear the answer.

"Yes, really like it even."

Akbar turned his head to Gian long after getting an answer, showing a stare that was difficult to interpret.

"Why? Can't I like your brother?"

Akbar shook his head quickly, of course not. If so, what is the reason? Love is the most free precious thing that man has, how can he take away that simple yet extraordinary right?

"No, but I'm surprised, brother."

"What?"

"When Mother Agni herself, really by yourself? Why after he's been betrothed.one by one you show up?"

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The conversation with Akbar yesterday came back, Gian rubbed his face slowly as Akbar's question flashed in his ear. He is still looking for the answer, on the one hand self-destructing. Why didn't you come close to Agnia? Why is it that when Agnia looks comfortable with others, the feeling of wanting to have is stronger?

Once again, Gian was sad. Akmal is perfect in his eyes, has no gaps to correct. Even when compared to her, Akmal is more worthy of being with Agnia.

Gian took a deep breath, exhaling it slowly. Trying to calm his turbulent heart is extraordinary, whispering to his heart if everything will be fine even though he does not have his girlfriend.

It was only a matter of time, and a new person could definitely take that position in his heart. I don't know, Gian was hesitant. Even Sila was not attractive enough to him, unlike Agnia who since first sight was alluring with her innocence.

The sound of the door opening, inviting Gian. Make the daydream scatter instantly.

He who was looking at the view of the city from his room now turned around, seeing who was coming.

"Dad.."

Wiryo who came, immediately took his place in the long soup in his son's room. His eyes beckoned for Gian to join him to sit there.

Gian according to, immediately move. In my heart already guess what the father will talk about, because it is impossible for his father to take the time to come for trivial things in between his busyness.

"You met Sila yesterday?" ask Wiryo directly.

Gian sighed slowly before answering, not far from the prejudice turned out. Please again and again.

"Your meeting, yeah." she replied, parroting briefly.

"Chat?"

Gian nodded, again parroting the father's question. "Chat."

"Good.." Wiryo nodded, while his words were cut off as Gian's assistant walked in and served a drink.

"Please, Sir."

A cup of coffee is also a glass of water is presented, as is the usual demand of Wiryo every come there.

"Thank you."

A moment of silence until the assistant came out, Wiryo then turned to Gian as before. "Where? After exchanging ideas with Sila, what do you think?"

Gian raised his eyebrows, again repeating the question in his heart. "Boring." he muttered softly, not meaning to say that to Wiryo.

"What?"

"He's a bit boring." Gian explained, I don't know what made him answer like that. As if forgetting the sensitive betaoa of Wiryo, when discussing the prospective son-in-law of his choice.

Wiryo sighed, looking at Gian fixedly. "That's because your meeting is still new, wait for a few more meetings and you will find it suitable" Wiryo said later.

For the sake of hearing the father's soft words, Gian immediately turned his head in wonder. Staring for a long time at the father, not knowing what wind made the man rough fight is now soft.

The soft side that usually only appears when teaching, or when talking to important people.

"Hear dad's advice, try to like him. Start by accepting him for who he is.."

"Remember this one thing, if you keep looking for someone similar to your mother. Why do you think you've never been interested in any woman?"

"Nobody's as good as your mother, because there's no one as good as her for me." said Wiryo.

Deg.

The father's honest expression made Gian rustle for a moment, there was a small explosion in his heart. Sort of pain that then turns warm. That confession, he had never heard before.

Gian doesn't know, if that's how his father feels about his late wife.

Suddenly the guilt crept out, Gian was filled. All this time he always humbled the love that protect his parents, only thinking if his mother who loves without full.

No need for other expressions, Gian knows that speech is sincere from the heart of the father. Really, Gian feels guilty. With hatred for his father he ignored the same loneliness that also existed in the eyes of his father.

Gian was full, why is he seeing her now?

Wiryo sighed again, shaking the silence between the two by getting up.

"Think of that, I'm waiting for your answer."

Gian for a while was still digesting, until when Wiryo had almost grabbed the doorknob, he again opened his voice.

"Wait, Dad.."

Wiryo turned his head back, looking at his son from where he stood.

"What.. do you feel guilty about Mom?"

Wiryo swallowed his saliva before replying, never thinking of saying anything about his late wife before. It's just Gian's gaze that clearly charges an explanation, making Wiryo can not be silent anymore.

"Has it never been seen from dad's face, before?"

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Akmal waited patiently in the hospital lobby, his eyes glancing at the watch that was coiled around his arm. Time has not shown at one o'clock, the sign is that he has plenty of time to come to Agnia's house.

Uh! glad to feel, so inner Akmal if it can be heard. The countless gratitude he felt after event after event after event happened before his eyes, all his fears yesterday in the end only added to gratitude.

Agnia appeared before long, with Akbar holding a large bag in his hand. Does not seem complicated, but spontaneously just want to help.

Akmal was about to offer to bring the bag, but Agnia prevented it first.

"Well?" agnia asked flatly, as Akmal's hand stretched out on Akbar.

"You. help me." Akmal replied hesitantly, as Agnia's gaze was as creepy as when talking to Akbar.

"Are you my assistant?"

Akmal shook his head, of course not.

"Or. Are you Akbar's assistant?"

Akmal shakes back.

"You so let Akbar do his job." said Agnia, half ketus. Do not want to show his form of attention, on the other side of the real slack because Akmal is too good.

What if someone else saw her as her assistant, rather than her future husband?

Agnia sighed, why bother about it as well.

Akmal nodded, the tip of his lips raised to form a smile. The opposite with Akbar who pulled the tip of his lips down, formed a disappointed.

Not married like this, how are you if your brother and Akmal are married?

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Shortly after getting into Akmal's car, Akbar was not stopping talking. Tell me want a car like this, say Hafidz stingy, whatever comes to his head he revealed it looks like.

Agnia in the back seat could only sigh softly, holding onto her forehead. Already embarrassed for riding in the car Akmal, plus embarrassed by Akbar who was shameless by continuing to brag.

Akmal just chuckled softly, aware of Agnia's reaction thus. Looking through the mirror mirror reflection.

Spontaneous Akbar looked back, wondering what made his friend chuckle.

"Lho!" Akbar, on the contrary, panicked. "Mom! Why?" tanyakanya.

"What?" Agnia raised her head lazily, looking at Akbar ashen.

Seeing that Akbar added panic, his vigilance increased considering that Agnia was still in a period of healing. "Dizziness of the head? Need to go to the hospital again?"

Agnia sighed riled. "Yes, dizzy."

"But it's not the dizziness that you have to go to the hospital again, the dizziness because your mouth that can't be brake it."

"Oh!" Akbar nodded, not offended.it sniffed indifferently, confused what to mess around with his attitude.

Though from what he feels, there is no particular behavior that sucks. emh.. or just the feeling alone?

Akbar was now silent, making Agnia relieved. Thinking that his sister was listening..

Not at all, Akbar was just thinking. Find out if he really sucks or not.