Heart Fragment

The Past Scrap

A gentle breeze stroked each strand of foliage. Flowers of all colors are blooming. It gives a fresh impression to everyone who looks at it.

The rest of the rainwater that drips in the cliffs of the house, giving rise to a characteristic fragrance piercing the sense of smell.

From where I looked, there was a male figure facing the garden wall. By wearing a white shirt, short jeans knee-length, also colored sneakers in line with the top.

His back and both hands were stretched out, writhing slowly like he was stretching.

Her clean skin was struck by light, reflected perfectly due to the flood of sweat.

One, one,

Two, two,

Three, three,

She's looking. Exactly according to my calculations. Then she gave a sweet smile towards me.

I'm just wearing a knee-length house dress. Fresh red also lace on the chest. Curly curled loose hair hanging, with a deep black color, as dark as night.

Not to forget the famous branded perfume I sprayed, so that he was comfortable when we were alone.

I apply pink lipstick on the lips, as well as natural makeup to make it look more perfect.

I took orange juice in the fridge. Bring him into his grasp. For him who I love the most.

He was waiting for me at the park bench behind the house. His back rests on both hands.

He smiled widely. Shows a roll in his teeth. So white and well-groomed. How much I love him.

"thank you, baby," he said as he grabbed the orange juice from my hand.

I smiled happily. Enjoying every carving on his face.

"I love you Rani" she whispered softly.

"I love you too, Devan."

Devan?

De...The vans?

Suddenly everything felt spinning.

Then it gets dark.

Black, man,

Soupy,

I was stunned, for a moment it felt real.

It turned out to be just a dream.

"Hufft, huh.." I took a breath and exhaled slowly.

My throat feels so dry. I thirst.

Scroll clock on the wall. One night for ten minutes. Beside me, Rahman slept in his sleep. Usually at three o'clock in the morning he would wake up to the qiyamul lail. It would be hard to wake him now.

But I'm thirsty, and the glass on the nightstand has been watering the toilet since before I went to bed. Why can't you forget it hasn't been filled.

I had to get out of bed alone. After putting on the scruffy veil, I brought a glass and rushed towards the kitchen.

A house this big is suddenly horrified when the night has arrived. Since marrying Rahman, I've only been out of my room at night. For the sake of the throat that demands to be moistened. The effect of dreams that are emotionally draining.

I slowly climbed down the stairs. Take a leisurely walk to the kitchen. It seems like cold water can ease my thirst.

I opened the refrigerator door suddenly...

"Brakk!!" Refrigerator tightly closed.

"Hmppppphhh..," A hand smothered my mouth, tightly.

While one hand managed to hug me from behind firmly.

Scared,

Panicked, though,

The shadow of fear was so real in my mind.

Propagate?

Or robbed?

Yes, God save me.

"Calm down, don't panic." he whispered right near my hijab-blocked ear.

My eyes are round, for the sake of hearing the voice that was whispering.

Suddenly, the clutter rippled out from within the heart. Followed by clear circles that shot from the corner of my eyes without my control. I was shocked, my mind was fucked.

That voice, that voice,

The voice belongs to Devan!

I squirm, rebelling violently. Trying to escape his grip.

"Five minutes, just five minutes, Rani! Pliss shut up first, "he whispered again.

I can't think straight. My biggest fear right now is just what if he's reckless?

What if Rahman sees us like this?

How, I can't take care of myself.

O Allah, forgive your servant.

Back my tears flowed, more and more soaking down the cheeks and hands of this man behind me.

"Happy birthday, Rani."

Degh,

I swallowed the saliva, the dry throat the more arid it felt.

"Why should it be like this? why can't you wait a little longer? why don't you return my letters? why..." He sobbed, his freeing voice heavily pressed.

A...what?

She cried?

A letter?

What letters?

My brain that just now contains a mind of sorts. Now, forced to push the direction must think hard to remember the past.

No, I don't remember anything about letters.

What's he talking about? is he delirious?

I heard he's getting sobbing. Then breathe out heavy breaths.

"Huftt hah..."

I felt his embrace slowly begin to loosen.

And I'm not rebelling anymore. At least let him give you a little explanation. Even though I can't get away with it anymore. My heart beats irregularly.

"I won't bother you anymore, sincerely. I'll study sincerely. I hope...Raniku was happy..," His last sentence was so stamped. He then took his hand out of my mouth. I breathed a sigh of relief. He no longer speaks. Only I could feel, his hand slipping an object into my pocket.

His steps sounded away. I subconsciously, fall down in front of the refrigerator door.

Sobbing, enjoying the turmoil in the rumbling chest.

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