Heart Fragment

Mamah's Son-in-law

Before leaving, I made sure that Mamah's condition would be fine as long as I was in Surabaya. Bibi and Uwa said they would take turns to visit Mamah at the hospital.

Bagas had given me permission for a month not to go to the store. So all work is in control of him. I'm just monitoring the progress online. Thank God, Allah has given all his ease to this extent.

I took the device on the nightstand. Want to call Beni, hopefully he can pick me up. Besides, he has helped a lot. The White was with him. He deliberately took from the pawnshop so as not to get out of my reach. Sometimes people can change so much. He who used to be very playful in life, turns out to be very serious in a long time span. I can feel the difference in myself. Now I have changed. Beni, even though he's changed. Still, it can always be relied on.

I prepared my things. Clothing is also a snack for just a snack on the train. Do not forget the wallet, the device, also my laptop enter. My suitcase is now fully loaded.

I breathe heavily. The long journey will begin soon.

* * * * *

My steps were steady, walking upright among the crowd of people. I can't look fragile in a man's eyes****** that. Look, I'll show him one day. Mama and I can stand on our own feet. Can go hand in hand even though thorns and bushes cross. My goal to Surabaya must be achieved. Heart game, enough up to this second. Rani, you might be surprised to see me. But let it be, aren't you happy with the man of your choice.

[Ben, it's been nyampe. Position where?]

"Hay, bro!" Someone patted my back from behind.

"Art?" I patted him back. He even just sent me a message, haven't had a blue tick yet he's been approaching first.

"Come on," she grabbed me in her arms. Warm embrace of a friend. Ah, I'm a little moved.

"Please, bro! Ntar thinks we're fellow again, hiiiy!" I took off Beni's embrace.

"Ooppss, sorry, hahahaha."

* * * * *

Being back with the white guy makes me even more excited. Although there is a line of sweet memories with him, still tight in the chest participate.

"Bring up, pay as much as you can. No need to worry, okay?" Beni's words before we parted made me crumple. You can indeed count on. I'm back moved.

* * * * *

The magnificent whitewashed house. Surrounded by a one-meter-high iron fence. There are no guards guarding. From the front looks a small flower garden with two garden benches and a beautiful fish pond. Back this leg rests in front of that fucking guy's house. I can't seem weak in front of him. Mom, I will fight for your rights. Rights forcibly taken from you. Must be able to put on a look as sweet as possible, so that the man is not the least suspicious.

The white car pulled over, followed by my step that walked open the fence. Dad's not home. I can assure you that Mas Rahman and my girl were, uh wrong, my brother-in-law would be surprised to see me.

I pushed the bell many times. Why did they open the door for so long. Maybe they are mixing love. Ah, dammit! the pain has not gone away.

I play my feet in front of the door. Still looking around the house. Not much has changed. Only the flowers and fish are increasing in number.

"Krieeettt," The door opened. I saw Rahman smiling and welcoming me. He was good. Why can a seductress give birth to a man this good. He didn't know the ins and outs of his mother all this time. Ck, I snorted inwardly.

After putting the car into the garage. I went back to talking to Rahman. Laughing together, just a pleasantries after a long time no see. At least I don't hold a grudge or hate for him. It's just, maybe jealousy. The growing jealousy burned, after seeing my girl carrying a tray filled with drinking water.

He looked at me for a long time, surprised unexpectedly. I even saw that his eyes were beginning to dew. Before he finally left the room. Slip into his room. Enjoy the taste of the unknown. Because I feel it too. I gave her a smile before she disappeared.

* * * * *

The mood feels awkward. I can see the expressions of the people in front of me right now.

Time and again the man confirmed the sitting position. While the woman was silent, not the slightest sound came out.

Rani did not dare to look. He looked down even while eating. Oh come on, I'm like I'm looking at sickly people's faces.

"Ehm..," Dad sneered quite loudly. Successfully grab the attention of everyone at the dinner table.

"So, how was the trip here?" the tananya tried to melt the atmosphere. Haah, stale!

"Regular, Dad. Where the hell is a train jammed," I concluded with a hand up.

"Mom's really upset with Devan." The woman tried to speak. Shit, it must be able to control the condition of the heart that so hates it. If only possible, want to scratch or strangle his neck let***** be instantaneous.

"Oh yeah?" ask me after regulating the emotions in the chest.

"Lho, Iyah tho, not a year later."

Lazy serve. Have they not been happy in my suffering and that of Mamah all this time?

"Cirain has forgotten!" the last note was deliberately an octave.

Everybody look at each other. Satisfied enjoying the expression of these people in front of me. They might be scared if I talk more.

"Ah, stop. Just kidding. There's no need to be that serious, hahahaha," I laughed, laughing at the confusion of Rani and Rahman. Who doesn't know what I'm talking about.

"There's a candidate, hasn't there?" Mas Rahman messed up my hair.

"Eits, don't do that, Mas." I'm picking up Rahman's hand. Only two people can hold my head. My mother will also be my wife.

"Said to exist, but nothing. Said nothing, but it turns out there," I said as I stared fixedly at Rani. He looked back, I can still see. He feels the same way. That heart, it hasn't really moved.

"Lha, you mean piye tho?" ask Rahman again.

I shook my head and smiled, after realizing that I had looked at Rani for a long time.

* * * * *

Still with the messy circumstances and the rest of the clothes yesterday. I rushed towards the kitchen, the thirst in my throat demanding to be moistened.

I look at every corner of the house. A place this big was bought from my mama's sweat as well. But with another woman you enjoy it! My heart is hurting again.

Lonely, I didn't hear anyone's voice at home. Maybe you went to work. And the woman, most also to the salon or with her social friends. You rich new guy! I swear again in my heart.

I heard a noise coming from the kitchen. The sound of running water, also the sound of people cooking. I look behind the kitchen door.

Degh,

Rani's cooking there? by himself?

Although it has tried to control the heart, but this tightness does not go away.

"Ehm.." I cleared my throat trying to distract him. I saw him shocked. I tried to get closer to him.

"Again cooking?" many rigid. Damn, why is it so awkward.

She's looking. I gave her a warm smile. He looked at me, long, without even blinking. I saw the black bead, looking down at its depth. Looking for answers does she feel the same way as I do?

"Hey" I flicked my fingers. He seemed to be thinking of something.

"Eh, yeah! Cook again," he answered. I'd love to ask. Rani, how are you? Rani are you okay? Rani, I miss you.

"I'm sorry," Finally it's just that word coming out of my mouth. Suddenly everything stuck in the throat.

He shut up, ignored me. Even back to work.

"Sorry" I said again.

"For what?" his voice vibrates. He seemed to want to cry.

"Sorry, it's too late." I tried to stand next to him.

"Ck!"

"Sorry."

"That's it, it's not important," he snorted in annoyance.

"Really, I'm sorry, Rani. Pliss heard my explanation first!" it turns out my guess was right, all this time he misunderstood me.

"There is no need for an explanation. The past is over. There's no more connection between us. There's only an IPAR!" Rani screamed, her voice still shaking.

No, no matter what happens later. At least he should know the truth.

"But to me it's still important." I grabbed both shoulders. Turning rough, bringing my face closer to her. Looking at those two eyeballs, tracing every inch of his face. That beautiful paras should be mine! Rani's mine! My eyes are gutsy, my heart is burning, imagining others enjoying that face. My grip is getting tighter. He was trembling, his eyes were starting to glaze over.

"Are you scared? My run hasn't changed, there's still a taste in there."

* * * * *

I've tried many times, looking for the files you've been hiding. Not even his room drawer contained any letters.

I'm shuffling the coarse hair. Confused, what should I do? it was hard to find the house letter. Also the Mamah deposit that Dad had frozen before. Or maybe you have changed hands? Arghhh, my head feels like it's going to break!

"Dddrrrttttttttt drrrrrtttt.." vibrating device. At first glance, there is the name Rani listed there. Not a message or a call. But a reminder, if tonight his age has increased.

I don't know, every time I remember it, there's only pain. But when he looked at it, it was a powerful medicine. How could the heart be like this.

I saw the ring in my hand. Mom, I'm sorry if I couldn't bring it to you. My heart wants it so badly, but isn't seizing someone else's property also painful? leave a deep wound? if mamah alone betrayed a partner like this, then do I have the heart to take what is not mine? how different am I from that fucking guy!

Tesss.a point of water dripped from the corner of my eye.

Duhai, why am I like this. The heart's business why is it so complicated. Everything has to end. Enough to get here.

* * * * *

I'm settling down slowly. Following Rani's steps into the kitchen. He hadn't realized yet, if I was stalking him even after midnight like this.

"Hmmmppph," I smothered his mouth. Clutching Rani's body from behind. Hugging tightly to forget that it has violated the boundaries of religion. Let it go, just for once. And for the last time. Before I bury everything about him.

"Why are you like this? why can't you wait a little longer? why don't you return my letters?Why..." My voice was raucous, my chest tight, trying to not bring it up again, trying to be sincere about his happiness.

"I won't bother you anymore, sincerely. I'll study hard." Say it for the last time. Don't forget I slipped Mamah's ring.

* * * * *

From under the stairs I see. She and her husband are very happy. Let me bury all your love that I didn't manage to hold. I will study sincerely, isn't that the core jewel of conscience? sincerity is the highest value. I smiled at a glance, because with a slight smile it would be able to hide so much pain.

"Mom, he has become your son-in-law. Though not from your flesh and blood."