Heart Fragment

Accident

The heat and pain were still dominant around my face. I observed the reflection of the mirror attached to the wall. Blush is clearly visible. In the right corner of the lip, the left temple, also my cheek. Dad, why can it be so cruel. I was his own son. Until my heart hit me like this. He, it's getting so pathetic. Not to apologize to mom. But instead try, reclaim what is not rightfully his. What the hell are you now?

"Drrrrrttttt," the vibration of the device on the nightstand made me instantly aware. I hurry up and get it. Who knows if there's a message from Nayla, uh, why you might even remember her. Fucking weird. I shake my own head.

A name is on the screen. Ali, one of my study friends. I pulled a line of smiles. It's like a longing. Last met study friends a month ago.

"Assalamualaykum," I said salutating.

"Wa alaykumussalam warahmatullah wabarakatuh," replied Ali from across.

"What's up, Akhi?" My toot.

"Antum, the day after the event isn't there?" He asked back. I thought for a moment, is there an agenda for the next two days.

"Inshaa Allah is empty afternoon mah, but the morning is normal, Khi. Schedule to the store," I replied. "What's up, huh?" I asked again, curious.

"Inshaa Allah, the day after Ana wants to marry. Morning akad, afternoon until afternoon invitation walimah."

"Mashaa Allah, there is no wind, there is no rain or it is already a gini invitation," I replied happily.

"Hahahaha, Antum can do it." Ali laughed across the street. "Don't forget to come, Dad?" Its effects.

"God's Inshaa."

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The clock on the wall collided with footsteps. I don't know how long I've been pacing around looking for car keys. The room table was even removed. But empty, there's no white key in there. Front tivi, bookshelf, yesterday's leftover pants, sofa, under mattress. I've all been through. The result is the same, empty.

Why can I forget to save. It's almost eight and I still haven't left either. Looking for the keys yourself without the help of mamah, how dizzy. Usually my old woman was nimble, quickly found the usual stuff I was looking for. Key included. But mamah since six o'clock in the morning has ordered to go to aunt's house. Plus didn't wake me up before he left. Ah, I'm also tarried. After the morning prayers go back to sleep. What a weird dream again. Oh, my God, think back to it. I need to find the key! The key!

Fifteen minutes have passed. I gave up, because the sound of the wall clock reminded me exactly eight o'clock. Considering the trip to the store, if the current is not jammed can take half an hour. How about it gets stuck? The condition of the streets of Bandung that never deserted. I was late for the store today.

[Gas, sorry euy, today came late.] I sent a message to Bagas. Then snatch the jacket, also the face mask cover. I'll leave on the bike today. Rarely is it not like this.

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I accidentally did not open the mask as soon as I arrived at the store. Because the bruises on the face are still clearly visible, I do not want to cause various prejudices from employees.

"After, Sir!" Sapa Bayu saw me coming. I raised my hand next door. Reply greeting. What is morning, already hanpir midday like this.

I walked straight to Bagas' office. After all, he is my boss. At least, I intend to apologize for being late. Very late. Because several times had to experience an incident on the highway. The motor broke down not to walk. Forced to push to the workshop. It was his queue for hours. Once in the T-junction want to go to the store, suddenly the follow-up tire leaked. Whoa, apes!

My steps were held back when I opened the door of Bagas' office. The doorknob moved, surely someone was about to come out from inside. I took a step back.

"Simple!" Bagas emerged from behind the door. He was surprised to see me right in front of him.

"Lho, what's up, Van?" tanyakanya.

"Sorry euy, it's too late" I said, extending a hand, greeting him.

"Didn't you read my message? Go back home, gih!" her word.

"Kok home?"

"Dad, Mom, tell me. It's a holiday today, but the face is still swollen!" He pointed at my temple.

"Udah, no papa," as I.

"Don't gini ah, like anyone, already, back now. Rest first," he said again. "The deer have to be handsome again, there's a new product shoot" he added.

Oh, my God, Bagas also realized that I was handsome. Make more psyche.

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Riding a motorcycle during the day is a lot different than driving a car. Dust is also very thick smoke felt. Not to mention the scorching sun. Fortunately, I wear a jacket and pants. At least protect the skin from the sun.

Along the way my mind floated. Nayla's face in a dream that feels so real. After meeting with the family yesterday, I no longer told him to come home. In addition to not asking for it, I also tried to avoid it. Because every time there is him, it feels like there is some kind of feeling that wants more. But, I don't know. I don't want to get caught up in the feeling.

My heart says I want to go home soon. Rubbing my back also rubbed the ointment on my bruised face. So that during the shooting session later these injuries are not visible alias faint. But, my bike just takes me in different directions. Down the alley, which Nayla used to disappear when I drove her home. Oh, my God, why am I not in sync like this.

My bike drove slowly, entering a fairly narrow alley. I wonder where the girl lives. Also what activities he used to do during the day like this.

What I was looking for I didn't get. The girl did not see the nose. At the end of this alley turned out to be a dead end. Maybe he was taking a nap. Ah, stupid me, why are you also busy looking for him. Like being underworked.

I turned the motor back. Go back to walk out the alley. But then, I stopped while looking from a distance. The one I was looking for, walked hastily from a house. Carrying several dishes in both hands.

I saw that house. What I thought was Nayla's house. The semi-permanent building, also the smallest among the buildings that I had seen earlier during exploring the alley.

I followed him from behind. Of course with a distance that is not too close, nor too far. I hope he doesn't realize that I'm here.

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"Wrap weh," I cried by trying to suppress the sound. I hope he doesn't recognize her.

"Sabaraha, A?" He asks.

I raised two fingers. As a code that I ordered two. Yes, here I am now. Pretending to be the buyer. After completely covering up the identity. With a mask, a hat, and a jacket that is pulled up to the top of the neck. Finally, he was unconscious as well. That this buyer is me.

He really looks different. The clothes that were worn were ordinary, not the same as when I brought her home. Even today, impressed her clothes are so shabby. But it did not remove the aura of its natural beauty. And another one that intrigued me, he still used his hood. I guess when I went to my house he closed his aura.

Nayla, the bricklayer. He still has time to trade. Isn't there a lot of money from me? also from the results of selling himself, he should not be bothered to bother with this. Why does it look so contrasting. Or has he been hiding his work from his family all this time? Oh, my God, why am I thinking so much. Also more curious.

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"Tumben buy batagor, Van?" ask Mama when we were at the dinner table.

"Pengen aja," I replied origin.

"Tomorrow is still a holiday, right?" ask again.

"Why, Mah?" I asked while bribing batagor into my mouth. Tasty.

"How are you, the day after tomorrow he said he wanted an invitation?"

"Oh, that. Iyah, I'll go home from the store Devan wants to go straight there." Answer clearly.

"You're not invited?"

"Mamah want to come? Don't do it, Mah. It's a simple wedding" I said.

Quiescent

Silent

Then out the argument. And it ends with me giving up. God, you can always force me. But it doesn't matter, just as long as he's happy.

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Trapped in a boutique. As if to be sickly, with tentengan shopping in the left and right hands. This morning, Mamah asked me to accompany her shopping at a subscription boutique. He said he wanted to buy a uniform for Ali. Just buy a gift for the two brides later. Mamah also insisted on taking Nayla, saying she should also come along. Oh, my God, just get married yet.

The feeling from earlier had surrounded the boutique many times. Towards the same place is also the choice of clothes that-that's it. My feet feel like they're coming off. I don't know, why women can linger in a place like this. Although it has circled and surrounded many times. Still, they did not end it.

I finally got stuck and moved. Bagas gave me permission to rest. But, mamah just took advantage of the situation. I can what?

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"Your friend Nay first well, across the street from the restaurant subscription!" Mom pointed across the street. I glanced at a glance. There's a banner over there. Soto Surabaya Haji Karim's. Mama's subscription every time I drive her to the boutique.

"Okay, be careful crossing it," I replied as I put the groceries in the car.

Mom smiled, then walked quickly to Nayla's hand. Ah, that sight, why am I so moved. Like he was right my future wife.

I stared fixedly at Nayla's back which was further and further away. Why he can change. Is it a double personality? For now, it doesn't seem at all that she's a comforting woman. Even as long as he talked with mama, she was like a girl in general. Polite is also gentle. Then yesterday I saw as a bricklayer. He looks very simple. With his dirty clothes. Then, when he was frustrated, he almost committed suicide. He didn't even close his aura. And at the club that night, ah, I don't know. I was confused thinking about it. At least, for the time being, she could do her skit well.

I smiled to myself, then walked slowly following the footsteps of mamah and Nayla who were already far ahead.

In the next second, my face suddenly went numb. I gasp. Hearing the sound of a shrill brake squeak. Then the sound of a blow sounded loud. My breath gasped, instantly running towards the scene.

Nayla, Mom?