Heart Fragment

First View

Devan neutralized the heart, glimpsed by the girl who was in confusion herself. Then with a slight smile line, he muttered softly. It's barely even audible, "beautiful."

He then wasted no time, immediately taking the opportunity. To spread the charm, on the girl who was still frightened beside him.

"Devan," He reached out and put on his face as sweet as possible.

The girl is still a thousand languages, pias in the face mimic has not disappeared completely.

"Oh, come on, you still doubt this is my car?" ask Devan to make sure.

Then he took out a leather wallet in his pants pocket, took out a card inside.

"Look carefully, this is a photo of the same person, right?" On the face itself with the index finger of the right hand, alternating with the card that turns out to be a SIM.

"I.iyah, sorry," the girl replied nervously, as her hands twisted the black veil she was wearing.

"Yes, yeah, yeah." Devan put the card back in his wallet. Then lean his back on the car seat.

"So, what's her name?" He turned his head towards the girl, as his two eyes were ringing. Devan rolled his eyes flirtatious.

The girl was shocked.

"Astaghfirullah, did you seduce me?" sama later.

Devan frowned, only this time his eyes were turned away by the girl. Usually the girls he gives a blink of an eye, put a smile on their own lips. Embarrassed. But the reaction this girl gave was very different, and it made her even more challenged. The extent to which this girl was able to resist the charm she had stocked.

Okay, second move!

He removed his own seatbelt, then advanced his face, looking closely at the two eyes of the girl.

"If you are wondering why?"

"Plakk!" a hard slap landed on Devan's cheek

"You mustn't be rude, Dad!" the girl shouted while looking at Devan.

Not yet had the hand returned from Devan's cheek, he swiftly gripped the girl's wrist. The former slap that left a feeling of heat, not leaving pain, but made Devan more interested.

With a very close distance, he could see the panic on the girl's face. So natural, but still beautiful.

Sometimes there is one face that looks very beautiful even without any makeup.

And his panic makes Devan even more anxious.

"Please! we're not mahram!!" As strong as the girl's energy revolted. Various ways he did to escape from Devan's grip, even in a fairly extreme way.

"Arrrrgggghhhhh, you're crazy yah!"

Unexpectedly, the girl bit the back of Devan's hand very hard.

Devan grimaced, he groaned in pain.

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The jelly-eyed girl, the plump eyelashes and her two neatly arranged eyebrows, a tiny nose with thin lips.

Pias face of fear increasingly imagined in the mind Devan, inexplicably make it more beautiful.

That face, that expression. The more imagined when both Devan's eyes closed.

Devan looked at the ceiling of the halfway house room, wherever Devan looked. The face of the beautiful girl was always drawn.

He then smiled when he remembered the girl shahada, or when he stayed away because of Devan's temptation.

Temptation and charm that was spread turned out to be absolutely not effective. The girl refused it. He even taught it all the way back to the village.

"Originally know well, we can't be alone like this! not mahram tau! there is no business together either. Sinning like this!"

"That means that he sinned too dong, it's the same with me." Devan pulls down an eyebrow. Still staring seductively.

"Kan, Mas which means I'm in! Mas who kidnapped me, look out later I report the same Mr. Kades!"

"Report what?"

"The thing is to kidnap me,"

"Aren't there witnesses?"

The girl was silent.

"You didn't yell, I wouldn't panic either!if I was crushed by the masses how?don't want responsibility?" he asked while focusing on the street ahead.

"Well anyway, where there's a nyak behindin' again, hahahaha." Devan laughed crisply, the girl was then embarrassed by his silly behavior that had accused Devan of being a thief.

Both then fell silent. Like being struggling with each other's thoughts.

Although they are not hypocritical, they are both aware. There was a thump that echoed inside the chest.

The girl tried to cover up. In addition to maintaining his honor, he also did not dare to think further. Understand the religious norms that he believes in. No more relationships between men and women who are not mahrams. Except for the wedding.

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"Ahahahaha, I think again the sambet tuh the Devan. It's been two days of dumbstruck, muddy," Rudi chimed.

"What the hell." He threw the two friends with leather nuts lying not far from where Devan lay.

"For a crush on girls, huh?" Beni approaching. He sat right next to Devan's bed.

"No, I'm."

"But the code is kayak lope lope again," Goda Beni again.

"Whispering." Devan covered his face with a pillow. folded his hands over his stomach. Choosing to sleep instead of serving Beni.

"Have a crush on Rani, right?" Beni whispered right near Devan's ear.

Devan then pulled a pillow, a name he had not heard from a line of girls he knew, able to make him curious.

"Rani who?"

"The girl who was in the car at the time."

Devan frowned, had he forgotten something?

"He's at the house of Mr. Kades, spit samperin," said Beni again.

Devan still did not understand the meaning that Beni said.

"Nuraeni Maharani, the grandson of the owner of this halfway house. New out mesantren, eighteen years old, bro!" beni said at length

Devan smiled knot. He then remembered, Beni was the most reliable.

"Thanks, Bro." Devan then grabbed the hoodie jacket and used it. Before he left, he slipped a piece of paper with a red rose on Beni.

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The young green hooded girl, with the purple robe of eggplant was in the front row of seats. Her tiny body looks the smallest among most other girls. The covered clothes he used, showed its own distinctive features. It looks different.

Devan forgot, if some of his friends are doing extension programs at the home of the kades sir today. And most of the participants came from Ambengan village. One of them is Rani.

A chance to meet again. Since the incident in the car, Devan has never seen Rani in the mosque again.

Ah turns out Beni is more sensitive to Devan's problems. Once again he thanked in his heart, Beni can indeed be relied on.

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"Kim!" devan exclaimed when he saw the girl walking opposite.

Rani's footsteps came to a halt, her eyes both observing the male figure in front of her. The right hand is tucked into the jacket pocket, while the other hand opens the hood of the head jacket.

Rani was stunned, for the sake of seeing the face that appeared after the skull was opened. A face he knows very well.

He then stepped back, being indifferent and not caring for Devan who kept calling his name.

Devan chases, now they go hand in hand.

"Sorry" said Devan.

Rani did not flinch, she focused on walking.

"Oh, hey! Sorry," Devan repeated.

Rani is walking faster.

"Am I so dirty that I'm sorry I wasn't loved?"

This time Devan half yelled, right in front of the girl he flipped over. Staring straight at Rani.

"Are you guys, who wear these covered clothes making you arrogant?" ask Devan at once quipped.

Rani sighed, she then cupped her hands together in front of her chest.

"It's forgiven, and please don't bother me anymore" Rani said without looking at Devan. He learned to keep his eyes.

He then took a step to the left, deviating from the direction Devan was facing.

Undeterred, Devan followed him from behind.

Distinct, feeling followed. Rani then turned around before entering the courtyard of her brother's house.

"The base does not follow," hardik Rani.

"Yee Geeer, go to Malika, Iyah Malika, Hey!" Devan waved, looking at the girl who was sweeping the courtyard. Malika smiled, then welcomed a wave of her hand.

Devan did not expect, if in the future there will be some hearts involved. And excessive expectations, making a burning heart can darken the eyes. And then able to destroy.

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