Heart Fragment

Started to dream it

"Bruckkkk! Plaque! Plaque!!" Dad kept on showering me with punches and slaps. I really have no heart.

"Come on, where have you been all this time? How's your mistress doing? Is there any good news he can give me a new brother? Huh uh?!" I'm fishing his emotions.

"Bad!!" He punched me in the stomach again and made me fall.

I tried to stand up. Swiping the corners of the bleeding lips. The pain and heat on my face I don't care. I hope this plan is not in vain.

"Think before you act, you see that cctv camera up there?" I pointed to one corner of the living room. Suddenly his face became tense.

I did deliberately install some cctv cameras inside and outside the house. Mamah who once had a history of mental illness, made me have to be extra in supervision. Although the word doctor declared fully healed. Still, the name is likely it could happen. At least that way I'll calm down if I have to leave my mom at home alone.

Dad clenched his right hand. His chest rose and fell, holding back the anger that must be overcome.

"Ck, suck!" I rebuked. Look at my eyes getting sharper. His jaw hardened, he was still furious.

"After bankruptcy instead of self-interopetion. It's like this!" I insinuate. Dad lost his wife in front of me for a long time.

I told you, God never sleeps. In just an instant, he could turn his servant around. The one above can quickly tumble down.

"Where are the letters!" yelled Dad loudly.

Ck, you guys don't know yourself. I smiled cynically in response. He's still greedy. It doesn't seem to realize yet, that it's not her right anymore.

"What letter? That's not your right anymore! The house has also been sold. It belongs to Mamah!" Susultku.

"Lied!"

"What's lying?"

"Ah, stop! Just watch out for you guys, I'll make the calculations after this!" Father threatened. His eyes full of anger. I'm very satisfied to see it.

"Hahahaha, I'll make the calculations. Watch out you dare to fuck around! I reported your violent video to the police!" really say. "Let's rot in jail!" Added again.

"You!" He pointed at my face. I brushed off the upset. Then walk away leaving him.

He without my orders, with a feeling of embarrassment, rushed away from the house. Why did he even get here? Ah let it be, just be careful if he dares to disturb mamah again. I really don't have any love for him. The freezing in my heart made me like this. Even though he's my own father.

My head was suddenly dizzy, a cluster of fireflies as if flying in front of me. Dizziness whack, my body goes limp and then everything goes dark.

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"Why is it like this, Mom?" Nayla's soft voice gave me a little calm. His fingers pressed the cloth-clad ice cubes, pressing slowly onto the bruised part of my face.

"Sickness," I said.

"Sorry."

"That's it. Oh, well, related to that, you don't need to know" I said in response.

"Dad," he answered.

The mood became quiet. He's still struggling with the bruised part of my face. Things like this, back to make me dejavu. Remembering the past.

I noticed Nayla's pretty face. Why did she have to be a comfort woman? Ah, if only.

"Why, Mas?" Nayla looks up. Staring closely at me who was a little nervous. Does he feel like I've been paying attention?

"No!" I refute to turn my eyes. At a time like this, Mamah instead told Nayla to treat. Does he not know, I am really tormented withstanding the thump in the chest. Why is it also present to a girl like this.

"Where are you?" my many.

"There, again at the gathering in front," he replied.

"Why are we both here?" I asked surprised. I just realized we were both here.

"To be told to be with Mamah Mas Devan."

"Continue?" I asked. He put the ice cubes back into the basin. Then sit beside my bed.

"What goes on?" He asked back. Hadeh, is he not comfortable being here alone with me?

Oh, yeah, I forgot. Who I'm talking to. He certainly wasn't worried. Getting used to changing men. Suddenly there was that feeling again, disgust. It is always so every time you remember it.

"It's rude to go in a guy's room like this, we're not mahrom!" I'm advising.

"Dad, I know," he answered.

You know that, but there's a henchman here. I snorted inwardly.

"Mas ngusir me?" He asks. Oh my God, this girl really is.

"No, it shouldn't be like this. This is not true. Aging with the non-mahrom." I try to be careful advising.

He nodded in understanding. Halah, wong her own boundaries only she broke. Especially something as trivial as this.

"I don't know about religion" his voice trembled. I saw both of his hands squeezing his knees.

"Makanya najai, I'm still learning, too" I said encouragingly.

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A large family had gathered since the bada maghrib earlier. There was the Uwa family, the Aunty family, there were also some cousins present. But I don't see Bagas around here.

The topics they talk about are always repetitive. About where Nayla and I met. About the girl's family. About his background. All identity will be him.

The rest, the usual crisp chatter widened everywhere. Including the incident this afternoon. When Dad attacked me in the house.

They speculate themselves. Why did you get here. You know where I came from, when I came, and other speculations that they planned. It was like a gossip show on a television station. Each has its own argument.

I don't comment much. Just smiling in response. Occasionally endure the pain that is still whack around the face. Also sometimes, look at Nayla who is mingling with Bibi, Uwa, and Mamah on the sofa. They laugh happily. Talking about the same things, Nayla occasionally blushed in embarrassment. The more the two cheeks are white. If only this wasn't a show. And that girl, ah, that's it. Even now my feelings, too fantasized too far.

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"Thank you, Nay," I said before he walked away. I folded my arms around my chest, leaning my back against the body of the car. Watching the girl closely. He smiled as he said, "together."

"Can I take you home?" My bargain. Actually also curious, because so far I have never seen his house.

"No!" He refused firmly.

"Mas Devan, sneak home, gih!" He again rules. Hey, tumben he's ranting. I usually leave after he disappears at the end of the gang.

"OK!" I gave him a thumbs up and got back in the car. The engine lit up, carrying the further away the shadow of the girl.

From the rearview mirror I saw him, he was still unmoved, glued on top of where he stood. Until finally the reflection of the girl getting smaller, and both my eyes wide when suddenly just saw two men dragging her away.

Without thinking long I slammed the steering wheel, turning back to where Nayla was standing.

Blank. The girl has disappeared. But, my view was not wrong, he was not okay. Someone dragged him. But where?

I opened the car door. Walk out in a hurry. Walk around, looking for where the girl is.

The sepis is also dimly lit. The only illumination I get from the moonlight is also the reflection of the stars.

A rowdy voice began to sound as I walked combing a post building.

My eyes were wide with a gaping mouth. For what I have seen.

"Yahoooooo! Bruaaakkkkh!" I hit someone's back from behind. With a piece of wood that I got while combing the road earlier.

The owner of the back turned around, looking at me. While in the corner of the room looked Nayla with a frightened expression, also a messy outfit.

Then he stood up. Running while approaching me. He then hid behind my back.

"Hey young man, you don't interfere!" One of them snaps.

I know that face. Two watching faces, as Nayla was about to end her life.

"You're so insolent! Staining a girl like this!" I screamed loudly. Keep lifting the wood as a defense.

"He and his family have debts, can not pay well we can try, hahahahah!" The thick-moustached man laughed.

"How much?" I asked.

"Hahahahaha, don't be your bad luck hero!"

"I asked you how much is the debt?"

"Hundred million!"

Oh, my God, that much? pekikku in my heart.

"Ok, okay. Come to my office tomorrow. Take money. We made a black deal on white!" I answered loudly. Also without burden.

"So look at a lie!" He threatens.

"No problem, tomorrow come and prove it!" I'm slicking my shoulders. I felt Nayla's hand on my waist. I took out a business card, gave it to them as collateral. They believed, then without waiting long rushed away.

I can feel Nayla's hands still shaking. He must be very scared.

I flipped over, surprised when he suddenly wrapped his hands around my waist.

"I'm sorry, Mas" he said, sobbing. He wept, soaking my shirt with a flood of tears. I rubbed Nayla's head. Trying to calm the girl.

No matter how long he looked up, staring fixedly at me. His face was swollen, surely because he had been crying for a long time. If only I hadn't come. What will happen to him.

I don't know why there is a sense of pain. I grabbed it back in the deck. He did not forbid at all, as slowly my hands went down his wet cheeks. Rubbing her tears.

My heart is pounding, our closeness is so close. In the dim night with no one here. Just me and Nayla. Makes the murmur in my chest even more so.

I cupped my hands together on Nayla's cheeks. Make a frame there. Second, two seconds and ...

"Bruasa!" I fell to the side of the bed. My head was down, in the right position kissing the floor tiles. Revelations. I just realized it was just a dream. I wiped my face that was wet.

Astaghfirullah, even I have started dreaming about it.