Heart Fragment

Flashbacks

Life is sometimes so complicated. Abundant property turned out not necessarily able to provide peace of heart. Every human race chasing material, although sometimes forget a lot of time is very meaningful. The hustle and bustle of life becomes a daily menu, and in every household there is always drama in it.

The clanking clock shows at six in the morning. As usual, the housekeeper always prepares all the needs of his master. Mbok Pinah, an assistant who has long been trusted by the Afif family. Very slowly knocked on the wooden door with a circular carving that formed a name. Devan.

"Tokk.tokk..!It's six o'clock!" He screams behind the door.

The man hiding under the blanket was writhing slowly. Sharpen his hearing. He nodded slowly. Neutralize both eyes with sunlight that infiltrates the clear window of the room.

"Boy!! It's.tokk..tokk!!!" Back the sound was squealing. The beats became very hard.

The one called out began to gather his consciousness. He then got up down the bed in a hurry. He memorized the symbol very well it will not give up waking him. Before the eardrum hurt, he rushed to open the door.

"Aaaarrrgh.." he stretched out his hands. Typical squirms people wake up. His eyes are still heavy.

"What time is this, mbok?" Ask once the door is open.

"Hour six, Mas."

"Hour six?"

"Dad,"

"Would there be a timetable to the next district? Want to ask permission or what is a forgotten symbol," chuckled mbok Pinah called it.

"God! Iyah mbok," Devan patted his own eel. Forgetting his promise to Beni, a friend at his college. The plan he visited the district next door he did not remember at all. Today he who was in charge of asking for a place permit for KKN.

Devan poked his head out the bedroom door. Looking left and right seems to be looking for something.

"Dad you're gone, mbok?" Ask worried.

"Udah, mom. Ordinary Mother and Father have left early in the morning."

"Ehm, where's the car key?" Ask again.

"There's the same mbok. This is Mr. Nitip, maybe Devan wants to use." In his sodorkan a key hanging grapes into Devan's hands. Slightly he received it and gave a smile on the symbol.

"Thank you mbok. I'm gonna take a shower first." Then he closed the door.

Living in a well-off family makes life very easy. Both of his parents were busy working to collect rupiah coffers. It makes him very free to do everything he wants.

The red sheet never leaves his wallet. The account that is filled every week, makes it fall asleep in the cradle of material.

Devan, the young man who lives in a well-off family. His beautiful physique makes him very good at playing the girls he wants. It never involves the heart, for to him it is only a pleasure. Because in fact, he thirsts for the love and attention of his parents.

He also has many friends. Besides being royal to anyone, he never chose to be friends. Even though his status among college friends was very different. He is known as the son of the people.

[Bro, where is it?] One message sent. Blue tick indicates the message has been read. Before long he saw below the profile photo that there was a writing 'while typing'.

[Hurry to the location, it's time. The children are gathered.] Replies received. He stumbles when he reads.

'Jeez, the place doesn't know.' It's entrenched.

[Sharelok] again he sent.

A few weeks later a message came back in. There is a map there.

[OK glide] he retaliates quickly.

Not waiting for a long time he tailed at every sign of the pointer. The car he was driving, darted fast over the highway.

* * * * *

[Bro, where? I think it's stray.] Devan sent a message to Beni.

[Where's the position now?] He also sent a message to Vinri.

He saw the screen again in his hand. Check two and both are blue.

Seconds, second,

Two seconds, two seconds,

Connected.

"Where are you guys? Not wrong with the location?" Cerocos Devan as soon as the call is connected.

"Benere bro here's the place. Where is the position now?" From across the voice Beni replied.

"The gas station, the car can't get in!"

"There's no access for the car to get in here."

'Shit! Already far from the highway, accesses for cars to get in were not there.' Devan.

"Trus kedalemnya how dong?" Devan asked back. Frustrated thinking about the fate of KKN in the future.

"There's a way through, but there's a connecting village road."

It's more complicated, Devan thought.

"Find another location napa, why must in a rich hick place gini anyway." Enchanted annoyed.

"Udah in acc nih same head of his village. We are a team, we appreciate the hard work. Vinri has been hard-earned to lobby some residents earlier. Finding a place for KKN is not easy, Bro! It's wrong for yourself why wear late. This is a village, not a town." Beni half yelled, he was a little annoyed mixed with emotions.

His friend if it starts to explode, it feels males meladeni.

"Okay, wait there."

Devan ended the conversation. He then closed the phone and returned to follow the instructions given.

"Votion is devotion, but why must a location like this," muttered Devan himself.

He just does not know, if someday his heart will be tethered there.

* * * * *

Actually, the distance to the village Devan was not far. He just had to turn around, go into another village, which has a connecting road to get there.

The destination village is called Ambengan village. If you want to go into the village, he has to go through the next village, Ambeng-Ambeng village. The village within the village, that's what the citizens call it.

Shortly after he came across a blue-domed mosque, he pulled his car over there. Take a look around and walk into the yard to park.

He saw a thin man with black skin sweeping the courtyard of the mosque. He turned off the engine and went down to him. He asked permission from the man, who he thought was a mosque marbot, to leave his car for a while.

Not forgetting he showed the address on his screen, asking for info if the father knew the location Devan was headed.

The man nodded as he pointed in the direction where Devan should walk. It did not take long for Devan to absorb information, he then understood and said goodbye after previously thanking him first.

He set his foot out of the mosque. Steady put his feet after first grabbing a light blue jacket with a university logo where he studied.

Along the way he noticed, the nuances of nature in the village of Ambergan felt much different, not as usual when he lived in the city. Walk casually by putting both hands in your pocket. Both headsets are attached to both ear holes. Sometimes he whistled and kicked following the song he played.

He looked around, the road on his right was lined with big trees. So lush and shady. As far as his eyes were combing, it appeared that a vast expanse of rice fields was stretched out.

Not infrequently he passed by the girls who walked opposite, then whispered while continuing to pay attention.

The more sad Devan is. Seeing the admiration of the girls he considered a village.

He then threw his teasing smile at the girls to spread charm. He realized, his charming face was able to captivate the heart of anyone who saw. And to him, it was just a pleasure.

Arrogantly in his heart he whispered, "Not as level."