Heart Fragment

Bawdy?

I almost opened the car door, but then stopped, as Nayla came in front. I take off the earphones next door, "why?" My toot.

"This, what does it mean? Devan wants to make a new deal?" Ask.

Holy hooch! This girl doesn't understand either. It seems like my words were clear earlier. Okay, all right, I'll follow to what extent he doesn't understand.

"Dad," I answered briefly, "second agreement, whatever fee you ask I will love. As long as one, I can't protest!" Added again.

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Pov Nayla's

I looked back at the piece of invitation paper that Mas Devan had given me. Why not just say it if you want to make a new deal. It might make me misunderstand. Kirain, she wants to marry another girl. But, isn't that his right, he deserves to be with anyone. Not with me, who has nothing to be proud of.

It's ten o'clock at night. I've been trying to sleep. Leaning left, inget Mas Devan. Tilted right, reflected back Mas Devan's face. Sprawled looking at the spider on the ceiling of the room, only to be imagined the face of the spider was Mas Devan. Oh my God, what's wrong with me.

Trying to shut up, closing your eyes with your right arm. Still, it was always the face of the young man that was imagined. Is this called kasmaran?

"Tring!" There was a loud voice of the device screeching. I grabbed him not far on the left side of the bed.

[Nay] I read a message from Mas Devan. Him, why call these nights.

[Daddy, Mom, why?] My reply.

[You really don't want to be loved by Fee?]

I held my breath. I honestly don't want to continue this show. There are too many lies going on. I, truly feel guilty for Mamah Mas Devan. It doesn't seem good to have to continue like this.

[Nay, reply dong] He sent back a message.

[Mas, sorry, but this isn't real. We have lied a lot about the Mas Devan family, especially Mamah Mas Devan. Nay can no longer] Reply with tears. Why I cry so easily. If only this relationship were real. But, obviously that can't happen.

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He folded his hands in front of his chest. Sit with your back against the cafe chair. His eagle eyes stared intently at me, making me nervous as well as increasingly unable to wince.

"A hundred million," I said at last.

"Ok, no problem" he replied with a smile.

"Eh, no, two hundred million" I said again. Hoping he stopped forcing me to continue the play later. I will ask for a high price, that way he will give up on his own.

He pulled a chair. Changing the sitting position further forward. Then fold both hands on the table. His expression did not change, so he smiled even more. Was my word wrong? Why is he smiling instead of being surprised.

"I told you, no matter what fee you ask I'll love you," he said casually.

Oh, my God, he's really stubborn.

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"Nay's parents, he's long dead?" Ask when we were at the dinner table together.

"Mother died four years ago, if you had only been here a year," I replied bitterly. It was sad to remember them.

The woman then grabbed my finger. Gently rub the back of my hand. "Later, stay here, dad?" Said later. My heart was moved, but there was also sadness that followed.

"Ehm!" Mas Devan was mendehem hard. Makes me look up at him. I saw Mas Devan and his mother looking at each other. I don't know, I feel like there's something I don't know, and it's purposely hidden.

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I'm back here. In Mas Devan's mansion. Many times I tried to resist, still, he always managed to force me. His mother also likes to force, almost every day asking me to come to his house.

She thinks of me as her own daughter. And it makes me even more uncomfortable. He was also very guilty of her.

"Assalamualaykum," came greetings from the direction of the door. A woman with a small child in a sling entered the house.

"Wa alaykumussalam warahmatullah," I answered along with mamah Mas Devan.

The woman I had estimated her age above me was tightly hugging Mamah Mas Devan. Then it was clear that a clear circle had shot out from both of his eyeballs. For a moment, I felt a little neglected. Enjoying the two women, I don't know, like there's something.

"This is Devan's future wife" he introduced me to the woman. He looked at me for a long time, then smiled kindly. She's dimpled, so sweet.

"Rani," he said while greeting me. Uh, what? Rani's? She was the girl called Mas Devan back then, wasn't she?

"Nay," called Mamah Mas Devan while gently patting my arm.

"Eh iyah, Nayla," I answered taking her hand.

So, the girl who made Mas Devan unconscious was her brother? Oh my God, it turns out to be as complicated as his love story.

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"So, he, the Rani that Mas Devan used to call?" I asked half a whisper.

Devan looked over. I caught him looking at Mbak Rani from a distance. Rani's position in the family room, sitting relaxed with her son and husband. While Mas Devan peeked out from behind the room barrier cabinet.

He gasped, then pulled my hand out hiding behind the closet.

"Shhh! What are you talking about?" Ask with wrong behavior.

"You don't think weird!" Excitement then. I smiled seductively. "It can be bad if I tell you about Mamah Mas Devan," I said to go to see his mother. But then a loud pull back made me accidentally bounce, until it hit the body of this man behind me. He drew his face closer, looking straight at me. As if there was no distance, I could feel his breath roaring. His hand grabbed my back. Then pulling it closer, my heart pounded more and more wildly. "don't fuck around," he said with a keen gaze.

"Devan!" The sound of Mas Devan shocked us. I was shocked, various fears were drawn on our faces. Taku if Mamah Mas Devan gets mad at me.

"You perverts, huh?"

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