Heart Fragment

Seriousness

"You perverts, huh?" Both couples were surprised. Nayla is confused as to what to answer. Meanwhile, Devan just pulled a line of smiles, he seemed to have an idea to take advantage of the situation.

"Falm, so do you want a piece of marriage," he replied, releasing Nayla from the handle.

"Mas!" The girl snorted. I can't believe what he just heard.

"You have a deal first, the recipe can be later, following," said Mamah Devan after seeing his son's behavior.

"Lho, but, it's not what you've been thinking" Nayla said.

"Udah, it's not good to be delayed again," sergeant mamah Devan again. He then took Nayla away, chatting with Rani and Rahman in the family room. He did not notice Nayla's confused face.

While in the distance, Devan gave a thumbs up code to his mama. The old woman smiled in response. "Good job!"

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Devan's white Fortuner has pulled over in front of Nayla's house alley. Inside, Nayla looks closed with her head leaning against the glass of the car. He overslept.

Devan looked at the girl. Enjoy the view of every inch of Nayla's face. While sleeping, he looked so peaceful. The answer from God is never wrong. That's why he chose Nayla over Aisha.

We never know what life difficulties a person experiences, then judge good and bad by just looking from the glasses of humans.

How many hardships have you been through, Nay, why have you been lying all this time? If only you wanted to be honest from the beginning, it would not be as complicated as our story, Inner Devan.

The girl in front of him was squirming. Slowly blink both eyes. Instantly he was stunned when he saw that Devan's eyes were staring at him intensely.

He tried to hold the throbbing in his chest. Why does Mas Devan see me like that? thought Nayla.

"His sleep?" Devan opened his voice. Then open the car glass automatically.

"Sorry," Nayla replied while correcting her sitting position. He hurriedly wiped his lips. Afraid if there was a salivary mark that stagnated when he slept earlier.

Silent, the two enjoyed the gaze of the night wind that gently caressed the cheeks. The girl seemed to want to say something.

"Mas, sorry well, I can't anymore" Nayla said after harboring a long period of unease.

"meaning?" Ask Devan.

"Dad, I can't keep lying like this, Mas. Not one or two people, but the whole family Mas Devan thought we really want to marry. It's just pretending" said Nayla.

Devan smiled, he understood the girl's uneasiness.

"Continue?" Ask Devan.

"We'll just end it" said Nayla.

Devan then breathed. Neutralize his heart that is bubbling no matter what.

"I really want to marry you, Nay" Devan said.

The girl thought for a moment. Too scared to admit the truth.

"That's, the charade until we get married, Mom?"

Oh, my God, he still doesn't? Anxious!

"Not a charade, but a real marriage. We're husband and wife, okay?"

Just touch Nayla's cheeks are red. He seemed embarrassed to hear what Devan said just now. Is this a dream? Her thought. He then pinched his own thigh. It hurts! It's not a dream.

The two then looked at each other. Dive into each other's hearts. The girl felt like she was on a cloud, not expecting the young man she admired to get married. But then, in an instant, it was like falling. Given his social status with Devan which is clearly different in inequality.

"No, Mom, I'm sorry" said Nayla. He rubbed the back of his own hand.

"Why?" Devan was confused. Did he mistake? Because as far as he could see, Nayla seemed to have the same taste as what Devan felt.

"I told you, I'm not a good woman, I'm sick, I'm a penghi-woman"

"Twdhhhhhhhh!" Devan summed up the index finger on Nayla's lips. He told the girl to shut up.

"Don't go on anymore" he said, pulling back his index finger.

"I don't care, you have to marry me anyway, period!" Devan threw away his face. How could Nayla lie like that, for what? For what?! Inner Devan was upset.

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Lamat-liar heard the sound of the morning adhan reverberating. Rani got up from her sleep, she then gently stomped on her husband's arm.

"Mas, it's Adhan" he said trying to wake up.

The man on the edge of the bed was squirming slowly. Then he spread his hand. "Mas, look out," said Rani while brushing Rahman's right hand. Her husband, as if he had forgotten that their little daughter had fallen asleep in the middle.

"I'm sorry" he said later.

"Dad," Rani replied with a smile. He took a comb, tied his hair up then.

"In Bandung very cold deck, Mas is also hungry this early in the morning," said Rahman while standing down the bed.

"Dad, very different from Surabaya. Here don't use a fan it's cold, hehehe." Rani chuckles amusedly.

"This time, Mas want to go to the mosque first well, go home want all breakfast," said Rahman.

"Excite, Mas."

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Every family has different habits. Rani and Rahman who are used to having breakfast early in the morning, become very pleasant when visiting the house of relatives like this.

"Beautiful morning" said Devan as she gently stroked the hair of love. Her puffed cheeks became the next target. The three-year-old boy who had taken a bath looked so adorable.

"Mas Rahman hasn't returned yet?" Tanya Rani tried to be ordinary.

Devan shrugged both shoulders in response. Then he pulled the chair. Take a slice of bread with jam in the kitchen.

"You, how are you?" Rani opens her voice.

"Well," replied Devan coldly. Makes Rani even more unpleasant. He chose to remain silent, feeding love with his toast.

"God is good too" answered Rani. He returned to love.

"You are great, you can be this successful," said Rani raised the topic. Anyway, there's something he wants to say. It was also with the permission of her husband, Rahman.

"Alhamdulillah," Devan replied as he piled up the next loaf of bread.

"Sorry, Van."

"For what?"

"I just found out everything, that's from Mas Rahman."

Devan pulls a smile. "About my parents?" Ask later.

Rani nodded. The man in front of him stared softly. "That has happened let it happen, it does not need to be discussed anymore" Devan replied later. He then bribed the jam-filled bread into his own mouth.

Rani took a slow breath. It's like having to be extra careful in speaking.

"When are you getting married?" Ask Rani.

"Fastly, fear will eventually be taken by people, rich first again," he replied.

Rani swallows saliva. Devan still brings it up.

"You're still mad at me?" ask Rani to make sure. Devan smiled again. He saw his brother-in-law's face. Ah, it still hurts, but it's trying to pull over.

"No," he denied. "Of course, we are on our own path. In front of us there is a couple. If we go back, how many hearts will be broken and hurt? Do you know what it's like? It hurts!" Added.

Devan stood up, and he chose to leave. The wound in his heart was indeed slowly healing, but when it was reopened, he showed how much pain it still felt.

Rani and Devan are unaware. If from earlier there is a pair of ears that steal hear. The old woman, Mamah Devan, joined in hearing the complaints of her son. Slowly, water spots appeared in both corners of his eyes. My child, how deep is your love? Vibrant mind.

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There are many things you want to do in surgery. There are many stories I want to share. Guilt continued to pursue him, even though he was never involved in it. But what to say, the heinous act, nothing but not done by his own mother.

"Rahman has nothing wrong with Mom, son," said Mamah Devan.

"Toh, Rahman knew after marriage, the wrong father, but, you know, it doesn't need to be discussed anymore" he added later.

Rahman looked gently at the woman in front of him. The woman who had been taken away by her own mother.

As a child, he lived with his grandparents. She never knew that her mother took someone's husband. When they married, which Rahman knew, his stepfather claimed to be a widower.

"Devan and Rahman are united in family ties. Although only a half-brother, but I'm grateful, you can get along like this," he advised again.

Devan is seriously listening. He no longer knows what to say. Rahman occasionally glanced at his sister, throwing a smile at her.

"You guys, keep going like this, don't be instigated even by your own family."

"Significantly, Mother."

"Dad, Mah."

Sahut Devan and Rahman together.

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Devan set foot. Standing right in front of Nayla's little house. Bring the views around. It looks very different from the other houses.

Semi permanent simple building. Some brick, some zinc, some wood. Makes him have to endure the pain many times.

"Tok, tokk!" He knocked on the door.

"Assalamualaykum," he shouted.

"Wa alaykumussalam warahmatullah," Nayla said from within. He hastily opened the door.

"Krrieeeet," the door opened. Nayla's head seemed to pop from there. He was shocked to see who was standing in front of his house. Shock, he then closed the door rudely.

"Braa!" Nayla closes the door again.

"Hey, no manners!" shouts Devan gnashy.

"Mas Devan why are you here? Why come here!" scream from behind the door.

"Hey, open!" Devan shouted back. While occasionally banging on the door. Makes noise too.

"Female ihh? Mas Devan went away" said Nayla still from behind the door.

"You're upset, me?"

"No, but not here," refused Nayla subtly.

"Why?"

They answered each other from behind the door.

"My house is ugly, dusty" said Nayla. Even so, Devan could still clearly hear it.

Devan doesn't care. He then pushed with all his might, that unhandled wooden door. Nayla's small body wasn't strong enough to resist the outside urge. Then he shuffled aside. Following Devan's footsteps who gawked into the house.

The young man then sat down under the ground covered in a mat. His heart was again sliced with pain, Nayla just deserved to avoid it like before. He must have been very poor.

"Mas Devan, what's the matter here?" Nayla's confused. He was still standing on the wall of the house while continuing to pay attention.

"Nengokin would-be Wife," he replied as he opened his shoes. Then take off the jacket because of the sultry.

"Why what?!" Pias Nayla's face. He's already thinking no.

Devan's getting teased. He smiled at Nayla's frightened expression.

Oh, my God, he's just got a jacket like this. How will you get married? It's getting more and more anxious.

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