Heart Fragment

First Proposal

The night sky looked bright, star-studded with pale moons hanging there.

From behind the bedroom window, Devan looked at Rani standing near the fence. Looking up at the sky. The two black beads of the girl, looked deep into the darkness of the night. It was as if he was thinking of something.

For a moment, Devan felt pain all over his body instantly fade away. When looking at Rani was closed with a curved line that formed a scythe on her lips. Her yellow veil was swirling in the night wind. It makes a good impression on who is looking.

The beautiful sight was able to ease a little of his pain, after two days ago Devan fell, as he climbed a mango tree in front of the halfway house.

Because of serious injuries and injuries that in nature is quite severe, he was forced to be treated at the home of Mbah Karjo, who is a shaman pijit as well as his brother Rani.

Actually Beni had already persuaded Devan to return to the city. So that he gets the best treatment for his recovery. Devan refused. He chose to be treated at the house of Mbah Karjo only. In addition to getting closer to Rani, she is also more comfortable here.

It's been revealed if he returns to town. Both of his parents are crazy.

* * * * *

"Adududamudu, you are sick." Devan groaned, his right leg was in the order of Mbah Karjo.

"The young town is rarely gnawed yo, Le?" Ask the Mbah while continuing to massage Devan's aching leg.

Devan grimaced with pain. He almost cried. Unknowingly his injured hand was also clenching itself. Patting the walls of the room Mbah Karjo room. With both eyes closed.

"Sakitiiit, mba!" Devan screeched, unable to bear the taste.

"Weleh, the only person in the massage is a little," Mbah Karjo then chuckled, he saw Devan funny.

Devan did not realize, in the doorway of the room there was Rani who was holding a smile.

"Based on the city people," said Rani, putting white water on a small table beside the cot where Devan was lying.

Devan turned to the source of the voice.

'Oh, my God, he's here. Where haven't showered, ruffled gini, smelly body again!' Devan. He felt his charm was gone.

"Assalamualaykum Rani," said Devan with greetings. He smiled, despite the extreme pain.

Rani turned her head, looking at the young man who said hello to her. His forehead creased, as if he could not believe what he had just heard.

"Jawab, tho cah ayu," Mbah Karjo reminded Rani.

"Eh, wa alaykumussalam warahmatullah," he answered and then left the room.

Even if it is just greeting. When the two views met, there was invisible electricity electrocuting in the hearts of the two. Draining a fine swish, which then culminates into a whirl. It is like a magnet with equally strong power. The two sides attract each other. Showing their nature.

"Bah," cried Devan when Rani was gone.

"Dad?"

"Him?" As if he understood, Mbah Karjo turned his head to focus on Devan. In the flick of the massage on the bluish-blue feet.

"Oh, son Rani?"

Clumsy, Devan wrong behavior gets a gaze from Mbah Karjo.

"He's the grandson of the number two son" said the Mbah later.

"His parents?"

"There's still, Le. They're in Surabaya."

"I guess surabaya?" That means a city with me? Keep Devan in your heart.

"Dad, Surabaya. Both of his parents chose to live in the city, but Rani did not want to dinggalin mbah," said the old man as he wiped the corners of his eyes that began to water.

"She's a good girl" said Mbah Karjo.

'But fierce!' Devan cried in his heart.

"Here, you lonely Le. It's just Rani who cemented mbah," Mbah Karjo began to look up. The old man seemed to be at ease, chatting together with Devan.

And on the same side, Devan feels the same way. He was comfortable talking to such a man. He seemed to get a lot of attention, which he did not get from his parents.

They laughed together and talked about something funny. Devan and Mbah Karjo exchange stories. How was Devan's life in the city, and how was Karjo's previous life.

Devan nodded in understanding. A little more he got information, about the girl who had been amazed by him. Rani's.

* * * * *

Mbah Karjo's mansion is filled with several people. There is Mbah Karjo, Malika's parents who are Rani's aunt and uncle, Bagas the younger brother of Malika, Malika and also Rani.

And now it has to accommodate one more person, Devan. The room is slightly separated from the main house. It was like a room made of bamboo wood. The usual place mbah Karjo massaged the citizens who needed his help.

Rani, the girl who chose to stay to take care of her brother's mba. Because as far as Devan is concerned, Malika's parents are rarely at home, both busy working on fields and plantations. Not infrequently they sleep in rental houses in the plantation area.

Malika, a girl who wakes up late. Lazy doing homework. Now more and more preening when knowing Devan in care at his sister's house.

* * * * *

"Mas," the sound of a soft call broke Devan's daydream.

"Dad?" Ask the girl standing at the door of the room.

"This, said Mbah Kakung should be drunk," the girl thrust a glass of yellow milk at Devan.

"What's this, Malika?"

"That's turmeric milk, Mas. Let the wound heal from the inside" Malika explained.

"Oh, yeah. Put it on the table. Thanks, yeah," Devan smiled. Makes the girl wrong.

"But, said Mbah Kakung Malika should see Mas Devan drink. It must be spent immediately," he said again timidly.

"Dad, but," Devan tried to get up from his sleeping position. Then lean against the wall of the room.

"Let Malika help, Mas," said Malika quickly.

Then drink a glass of turmeric milk mixed with honey to Devan.

The girl met in red, there was a thump in her chest that was bursting. On one side he was nervous and on the other he was happy. There are two flavors in one situation.

"Chinese, huweeekkk..." Devan chokes. He was not ready to receive the strange-tasting liquid. He spewed into his own body. Both of his eyebrows were clutched, folding faces that were feeling uncomfortable.

"Duh, sorry yeah. I can't drink this, "Nearly Devan gushed Malika earlier, lucky her head immediately lowered. The milk spewed out about the bandage on his stomach.

Sigap Malika.

"Dad, Mas is not papa," said Malika while wiping the turmeric milk spill on Devan's body.

"Rani?it means you can be alone for a while here," muttered Devan slowly.

Not a moment later, Rani came with some stuff in her hand. Such as bandages, scissors, cotton, wound cleaning fluid are also drops.

"Ehm, sorry Mas." Rani tries to wake Devan who is sleeping while leaning back.

Malika was out of the room for a while. As soon as Rani enters, Devan pretends to be asleep.

"Mas" call Rani again. Devan then blinked his eyes slowly.

"Sorry, this bandage has to be replaced," said Rani flat. Then he pulled the small table to get closer to the position he changed the bandage.

Then Rani sat on the edge of the couch. Face to face.

"Sorry, I opened the door wide. Let there be slander. The window is also open," Rani explained.

Slowly he opened the bandage in Devan's hand. In the follow-up skin the other bandages on the abdomen and back.

He, although already used to help his brother care for the injured in this place. Still, there was a different feeling when he had to take care of Devan, the young man of the city.

"Rani," said Devan softly. After a few minutes he spent enjoying the view in front of him. The beautiful face of Rani who is so focused on changing bandages.

"Dad?" Ask Rani while staying focused on her work.

"Well, yuk?" Devan said after the previous he tried to neutralize the pounding in his heart.

"Huh?" Rani looked at Devan. Both eyebrows are tied.

"Dad, we got married?" Take Devan again.

Rani smiled amusedly, she shook her own head. For a moment he had stopped his hand wiping the injured part of Devan's body.

"The feeling of the wound is not ndak nyampe head, kok yah so digress," said Rani then prepare cotton and drops.

"I'm serious" Devan reassured. He's not kidding.

"You don't want to date, do you? That's why we're married, yuk?" Ask Devan again. Repeating the same question.

He though often toyed with the feelings of women, never to invite to a more serious relationship that is marriage.

"You still doubt? Or thinking about my job later?"

Devan is convincing. He's not kidding.

"Udah is done," said Rani indifferently.

"What?"

"The flight."

"Rani, I'm serious." Devan was half screaming.

"So, just marry the other one," ketus Rani responded. He collected a dirty bandage and put it in a black crackle bag.

"Kim!"

"Hm."

"Kim!" Devan was anxious before the girl left. His left hand reached Rani.

"Mas," the girl was mrnghardic. Devan keeps holding.

The two then looked at each other. Breath seemed to be choked, accompanied by loud thump in the chest.

"How can you know me for a while, the mas is constantly getting married, already do not joke. Marriage isn't a joke." Rani brushes Devan's hand. He then left.

* * * * *

As hard as Rani teaches her heart, so as not to always kick every time you are near Devan. Still, the rumbling inside there did not disappear.

He tried to minimize the meeting or even tried to keep his eyes.

Instead he could silence his heart, it was clearly emblazoned with the shadow of the face of the young man named Devan.

Sometimes he becomes unconscious, it is difficult to distinguish between shadows and reality.

"Well, yuk." Or "You don't want to marry me?"

The two questions he often heard from Devan's mouth. His mind was always on that young man.

Rani squeezes out the new clothes in her wash very hard. Until the dripping water splashed into the robe and veil he was wearing. A moment after he saw, the young man who had passed through his mind laughed crisply with Malika, Rani's cousin.

How could the young man ask me to get married but laugh with another girl? rani murmured in the heart.

He continued his work of drying clothes. Next choose to go from looking at the painful sight.

Long time in the kitchen, clean the scourge of the former eating Mbah Kakung.

"Kim!" suddenly a voice called out her name, making Rani stunned in shock.

He had just turned from the kitchen to the room. Suddenly I saw Devan at the kitchen door. He doesn't even know if Devan follows him into the house.

"Whenever here?" Rani upset. Devan's actions have been very presumptuous. Entering the house without permission.

"Lha, you want to get some water, why? Can't you?"

"Dih, alesan," replied Rani ketus.

He chose not to serve the young man. After remembering that Devan still lives together in his sister's house.

Anxious he then turned the eyeballs, stared pushyly at Devan and left him alone.

"Rani," Devan called out to her again in a tone that was put down. Suddenly there was a subtle sigh in Rani's heart. He stopped his footsteps.

"I've always been serious about what I say, to get married there's never been a joke" Devan said later.

Rani did not answer. He is still continuing his steps.

"Later in the afternoon my parents came here, they were witnesses to my words!" Shouted Devan after Rani walked further away.

The girl immediately turned her head, she scrunched her forehead.

"What, I'm going to be proposed?"

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