Heart Fragment

The Self of Nayla

Emotions are unstoppable. Reason can no longer be used. Kalap, I rushed to snatch the jacket. Down the stairs. Then take the motor out of the garage. Mom seems to have fallen asleep. I no longer need to ask her permission.

The cold night air made me shiver. The heat in my chest burned me. That girl, does she still prise herself? Why, am I losing my mind like this? Conscious Van, Conscious! Arggh!

I pressed the call button, just as it arrived in front of the usual alley Nayla disappeared. He wanted to come to his house. It's just, I'm afraid there's a big commotion going on. It is inconceivable that I dismantle the girl in front of her own parents.

"Hallo," Nayla's voice came from across the street. I contacted Nayla using another device. Because of that one, crumpled and smashed to pieces.

"Where are you?" I ketus.

"Mas Devan?"

"Dad!"

"You what?" He heard his voice tremble a little.

"Where areyou? Booking an hour, will you?" Ask emotion.

"I'm sorry, but, I have another guest," he said.

Damnit damnit!

I poked a small pebble in front.

"Where are you?" I'm just impatient.

"Tut .. tut .. " connection disconnected.

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Pov Nayla's

💕 In life, we are always met with diverse people. Those who are good will leave behind imprinted memories, tucked neatly away in a blood clot called a heart.

Sometimes, that kindness, we want to repay in any way. That's why I always hoped there would be a second meeting. Wherever there is opportunity, that I may repay all the good.

To those who have long disappeared. With the late mother, the late Father, also a young man who was either, I do not know what his name was.

When God granted my prayer, when I was given time to repay kindness, I knew why this heart became so congested.

The meeting was never wrong, but the timing was not right, giving me so much pain. There is a black hole that feels pressed into the chest. It hurts!

If I hadn't gotten my heart involved, maybe this play wouldn't have been too painful. Trying hard to shake the taste. In fact, since he was unconscious at that time. Heart has been captivated by it 💕

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My hands vibrate. Holding a sheet by sheet of red banknotes. A lifetime, for the first time. I have this much money.

For me who is only a small trader, getting fifty million is a happiness in itself.

God saved me, when I was really in need. He, Mas Devan, the young man who met me three years ago at the nightclub. Come back to offer a job.

An accidental meeting. Also for the second time, that young man, has saved my life.

My cry broke, sobbing curled up inside the corner of the room. Haru was happy too. Alone, enjoy all the flavors. Mom, can you see? Nay has money, do not have to be afraid of chasing the same debt collectors. Nay could breathe a sigh of relief, God gave an immeasurable way out.

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Finished paying the debt, I went straight to the clothing store. Considering tomorrow I have to fulfill the promise to Mas Devan. Pretending to be his wife.

I need to look neat. At least so. Last time I bought clothes was last year. Never mind to buy clothes, just eat everyday I have to bother to get it.

A hard life taught me to keep going. Facing the beat of life every day. Also survive the caci maki of loan sharks who have no heart.

Well, since the late father died. Unceasingly, every day loan sharks visited the house.

Even more cruel, when I had to be forced into being a comfort woman by one of the masters of the late Father. That's what frustrated me, to plan to end my life instead of having to choose the job.

But God's plan is beautiful. He helped me, through his chosen youth.

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I took some pictures from the screen. Observing his own level. Ah, beautiful. I chuckle amusedly. The village is indeed, because until the age of twenty-three years I have just first held the name handheld telvon.

After standing in front of the mirror. I'm getting ready to walk. Heading to the front of the alley, where Mas Devan was waiting to pick me up to his house.

My heart was pounding, every step getting closer to him, like there was an explosive bang inside here. If only this relationship were real. I must be very happy.

But, I'm self-conscious. I have my own limits. He and I are clearly different. Even to admire him, I have no guts. Again, I am self-conscious. I'm a nobody.

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More and more, this play makes me unable to stand it. She was with Mas Devan and her family. I think I'm on the cloud. My heart is so happy. There is so much special treatment. Mom Mas Devan loves me very much. He, had even taken his place in this heart. I feel like I have a mother again. A woman who is always there, when I want to share love.

"Call Mom, yeah?" he said while stroking the top of my head.

"But Nayla is not yet officially Mas Devan's wife" I replied, staring at the happy twinkle of her eyes.

The old woman smiled. Then he hugged tightly. Why is it like this, why is my heart starting to want all this to happen.

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All the big families of Mas Devan gathered. Oh God, I have a great sin. The show must end soon. I have lied to them a lot. They're good guys. Also social status is far above me. Remember, I am nobody.

From a distance I looked. Mas Devan, from earlier noticed me? here, with mama, uwa is also aunty?

My face suddenly got hot. Even though our sitting was quite lively, I could clearly feel, his gaze beckoning something. He looked closely at me.

My heart is pounding, this breath is as tight. I seemed to be silent at a standstill, while everything was moving with its own activity. I returned his gaze. There is a growing sense of. He drew a line of smiles. Heart, why is it getting so bad.

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I'm a girl, she's a boy. There is a fitrah within us. It's like a feeling of wanting to ask for more. From just the status of this pretence relationship.

I can feel, Mas Devan gave so much attention. Does he have the same feelings as me? or just my own feelings? ah, I don't know.

Sitting alone in the car like this, made me feel at home lingering with him. He always takes me home. Even during an incident that left his face bruised. He kept the deal. Not giving me permission if I have to go home alone.

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Sometimes, just a little attention from Mas Devan, gave me so much hope. When he was with her, the sky seemed to melt. Draining time, the dim sun became twilight. The moon is also getting smoldering. I've fallen in love. Even since that first meeting. I have a taste for him.

Oh, God, this is not true. It'swrong. I don't want to be caught in a situation like this. He's too good. He's the man. Him and me, just a theatrical relationship.

Sick, I squeezed my own chest. This heart is sore, every remembering that this relationship is only pretending.

Devan has changed a lot. The attention he gave. It's not a little something else. He was so worried about the accident. He also started to make room for me. The way he looked, the way he smiled. And he, even started texting me.

Ridiculous or ordinary for others. But, for me this is no longer normal. Don't let it, he has more feelings for me. Let it be, he would rather look at me contemptuously than look at me lovingly. I still stick to my limits, no one for him.