Heart Fragment
Between Two Options
Pov Nayla's
Like the sun, there is a distance that must be limiting. Let me feel your warmth from a distance. For if I dare to step closer, there I will be burned by its sting. Become dusty ashes.
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Return to the day. Talk to traders in the market. Hunting for the need for sales today. So far, I have relied on food and daily necessities from selling fish bricks. The leftover money from Mas Devan, I deliberately did not use. Consider it a personal savings. Later, if I really need it, I can put it back on.
To me, a person's social status greatly affects. They're traders in the market, they know who I am, as well as the ins and outs about me. Sometimes there are still those who sneer, because my mother's house died unnaturally. Just like most people. Some people like me, but many hate me.
Most of them know me because the pamor of Almarhumah Mother is also the late Father, who is famous for debt-ridden couples.
And me, the princess. Should bear the burden of shame also the debts left behind.
How could I possibly hope to become a special woman for Mas Devan. As for our lives, it is really very far in terms of gaps.
Not to mention the presumption of neighbors later. I am like a man who misses the moon. I should have realized that I was nobody anymore.
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It's been three days since the incident at the hotel that night. Devan never called me again.
He was right to just make me his partner. Why, like there is a hard object pressed into the heart. Be ill.
I even miss Mas Devan. Her kindness and warmth, gave me so much love that I find hard to forget.
I saw some clothes hanging. The clothes I only wore when I met Mas Devan were also his family.
Like a fairy tale I heard a lot as a kid. Cinderella, the shabby girl who became a princess last night. Nice clothes, vehicles, all I enjoy.
It's just that, when the foot retraces back into the house. That happiness, in an instant, disappeared.
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Mom, Dad, Nayla longs. No friends share, no idea where life is going.
"God ..."
I extended the prostration movement. Dhuhaku must not be missed, today must walk full of blessing from Him. My way. Here's my grip. Advice from the late Father. It's okay if there's no shoulder to lean on. Because there is always a place for us to bow down.
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Dusk has started to say hello. The orange-red spray on the horizon reminded me that it was time to end the sale today.
I smiled bitterly, looked and counted how many dollars I got today. Twenty thousand dollars, sad. In fact, for capital alone there is no half of it. But, it's okay, here's my reward today. I'll eat batagor later tonight. Thankful, there is at least something I can eat.
"Teh, you want to batagor well, eat here." I'm aghast. To hear the voice of someone familiar. I looked up, looking closely at the owner of the voice. Both hands shook, the body felt cold hot, how could he be here?
"Hallo" he said, flicking his fingers.
"Mas Devan?" Ask surprised.
"Hmm" he said. Looking at me with a seductive look. Yeah, I got caught red-handed.
I was confused, also very embarrassed. My appearance, O God. May this be a dream. Or, it's a delusion. I was afraid, I covered my face with both palms. Really, I'm ashamed of being amazing.
"Buruan, laper nih," he spoke again.
"Teh, wrap two well," there was another sound of people talking. New buyers, close neighbors.
"Punten yah, it's over." Mas Devan said.
"Eh, wait a minute," I said interrupting.
"I bought it, don't sell it to anyone else!" Mas Devan is bluffing. Oh God, what the fuck is this?
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He's a strange young man. He told me to sit in front of him. Count how many mouthfuls he put in his own mouth. He enjoys my batagor. I haven't had time to fry a new one yet. He said there are already. Let it.
He's not talking. Busy bribing batagor in his mouth. His face made me feel privileged more and more.
"How many?" Ask.
"What?"
"Dad, how much was that?" Ask corrected.
I forgot where the count was.
"Seven," I replied.
He pulls a line of smiles. Then stared at me. Deguban in the heart is becoming. Why, she's so charming if it's like this.
"You're counting on the mouth what's busy ngagumin me anyway?" Ask teasingly.
I swallowed saliva, sucked, caught wet. How humiliating.
"Udah ah, want to close first," I said as I stood up.
I'm really uncomfortable. Afraid of looking.
"Nay, wait." Mas Devan grabbed my wrist. He held me back so I wouldn't leave. He took something and put it on the table.
"Don't forget to come well," he said later.
I saw an invitation there. "Mas Devan wants to get married?" Manya make sure.
He smiles. Shows the row of his teeth that roll on the left. Not the happiness that is created when you see that smile, but the pain is deep. And even more painful, when I had to be forced to return her smile.
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Pov Devan
Last night for me I couldn't sleep. The incident at the hotel made me think very hard. How stupid of me to do such evil. Clearly frightened on Nayla's face, she was not the woman she used to say she was. He was never flirty with me either. Isn't that kind of woman always easy? But, he didn't. If only he wanted to, he would have snared me into his trap. Well, did not many admit, even he thought so. I am a young man who is categorized as handsome. As a successful young entrepreneur. Isha!
My fear is not limited to getting there. Ustadz Azzam was no joke. He was right to offer me. He sent her the biodata email she offered. The girl who is none other than her own daughter. Of course it is guaranteed to the prayer. And of course, it meets the criteria I've been looking for.
Aisha Humairah. Twenty-five years old. A year younger than me. S2 IPB Graduates. From the family of the great also educated. She would be a good wife.
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