Heart Fragment
Keep Distance
Pov Devan
Ever since that day, I've been learning to distance myself again. That girl, has shown how disgusting she is.
Orderan's? Another guest? At midnight? Argha! Why is my heart hurting so much! Is it wrong with the feeling I have? When I started to open my heart, why should it be to her, a comfort woman like Nayla. How frustrating!
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Today's work is quite draining. New product shooting sessions are the thing I don't like the most. Bagas, still entrusting it to me. Think of me as an expensive asset of all progress.
Leather jackets, leather shoes, leather sandals, leather belts, gosh, a lot of various leather products that I have sanded so far.
"Udah well, tired euy!" Memelas.
"Again yeah, Van?" Bagas. He put on a more polished look.
Oh my god, this kid is really. I sighed heavily, tired of euy being a model.
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The three of us stepped together. Me, Mom, and Nayla. Towards walimah Ali's invitation. Friends who study with me.
Walimah is in separate titles. The invited guests of women and men are in different rooms. I strongly agree with this concept, because that way, there is no unnecessary interference. In Islam, there are limits. To take care of each other, the privacy of each servant. At least I understand that, although in practice, I still do a lot of harm. You know, it's working.
Along the way to pelaminan, I met with teachers as well as study companions. Congratulations prayers go out to the bride. There is happiness in a moment like this.
He finished congratulating and praying to Ali. I went downstairs, enjoying the dishes.
"Ascalamateur." I heard someone say hello from behind. I turned my head, Ustadz Azzam.
"Wa alaykumussalam ustadz," I answered while hugging him.
He was one of the njai teachers who led me to study religion.
"How are you? Long time no look at the party?" Ask.
"Good alhamdulillah, Ustadz. Yes, it is quite busy," I replied.
"Mashaa Allah, the successful businessman, do not let the world's life neglect well." He advises. I nodded in listening. Shame, already absent several times from the study.
"Why not go like Ali?" Ask again.
I smiled wrongly. Scratching your own head that does not itch.
"God willing there is a man ready to marry, I guarantee he is a good girl" he said again.
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"Later if you are married, Mamah wants the concept of marriage as before well, ah Mamah can't wait to see Nay wearing a wedding dress" said mamah as soon as we were in the car. Duh, imagining it too far.
Me and Nayla throw one another a glance. Through the windshield of the car, he shone his eyes. He did not dare to answer, of course. "Inshaa Allah" I said in response to Mama.
The car drove slowly on the solid-looking street. Already want maghrib, will not be in a hurry if the prayer maghrib at home. I took the initiative to pull over, pray Maghrib in a mosque near the edge of the highway. Mamah looked very happy, she clasped Nayla's hand where she went. I forget that I am his real son. There's a little jealousy here. Mama is overrated. And it makes me go awry, it's gonna be hard to end the charade.
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I'm taking Mamah home first. Because after this, there are a few things I want to talk about alone with Nayla. The show must end soon. Uh but, next week my brother wants to come? Oh, my God, I almost forgot.
Along the way the girl just kept quiet. Sometimes he glanced timidly, then subdued his gaze again. Playing his own hand.
"How much money did you get last night?" I asked after a long time we were silent. Wrestling with each other's thoughts, made me recall the events of last night.
"Not much" he answered doubtfully.
I pulled a smile to the left. Demeaningly.
"Tomorrow, exactly one week deal. Can we make a new deal?" I relax while staring at the streets. A flash of lightning struck. It looks like it's going to rain soon.
Nayla still didn't answer. He speaks a thousand languages. Makes me want to tease her a little.
"Me, want to book you last night, will you?" My toot.
I looked back. His face pias, making me stare more and more nyalang also challenged.
Decit brakes sound loud. I accidentally stepped on the brakes. Then slammed the steering wheel, towards a place as big as it was imagined.
"Mas, where?" He sounded nervous and panicked. It was like reading my mind. Come on, don't make this look all the more interesting.
Raindrops began to climb on the windshield of the car. I smiled grinning. Just like a lion getting its prey. Even the weather seems to be supportive.
Losing Rani is sick. But loving the comfort women who touched many men was much more ill. I don't know how many men have dated her. Enjoying every curve of his body. I'm so sick of it. If fate plays me like this, let me enjoy it tonight.
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Back we were stranded. In a hotel room I paid a high price. The girl's scared, come on, aren't you used to this? It's not hard not to serve me.
"Mas, don't be like this" she pleaded. Ck, hypocrite isn't it?
"Why? Didn't I tell you, no matter what tariff you ask, I will definitely give you," I replied with a stern look.
The girl tried to escape. I don't know what demon has possessed me. I pulled his hand rough. Then quickly locked the hotel room.
He thrashed, groaning in pain from the firm grip of my hand.
"Why? That hurt?!" I'm squeezing more and more. Locking his body between two hands. It's cornered on the wall.
Both of his eyes showed he was depressed. Fear, also pain. His white face was getting pale. Both of his cheeks flooded with tears.
"I'm sick! Don't touch," she held back the movement of my hand that slowly grabbed her head covering. Suddenly this hand trembled. I almost broke religious boundaries.
"I, a. .. I have HIV, Mas" he said.
"You know what my job is, I don't want to, Mas Devan is infected" he explained.
"Aaaaaarrrrggghhhh!" I'm yelling. Punching the wall of the hotel room painted white. Increasingly frustrating.
Quiescent
The mood became quiet. Sometimes his voice sounds as though he is telling the truth?
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"Only a fool would want to hurt himself" Nayla said after she scooped up her ice cream.
We're reconciled. After I confessed wrong and apologized for my disrespect earlier. It's just, he won't look at me. Makes me feel like I'm in a position.
"Well, for your argument's sake, just consider me a fool" I replied in response.
"Don't be a fool, Mum!" He stared hard.
I'm not even sure what he said back in the hotel room.
"You, like you're not that kind of woman," I said at last.
It stopped scooping. Staring at me fixedly. Those two eyeballs, the brown bead says I'm right. She's not a comfort woman.
"Mas Devan knows," he looked away.
"So, how's the next deal?" Ask later.
"No more need, last tomorrow. Emm, think of it as the last day" I concluded.
"But, Mamah mas Devan?"
"Slightly, I can arrange it myself," I replied indifferently.
I saw his face. Obviously disappointment is there. He is not good at hiding feelings. It was great to enjoy that expression.
I put the earphones in both ears. Playing a song to keep the heart beat from focusing too much on it. Occasionally sip coffee on the table. Although our views sometimes meet, it is always he who first diverts it.
