Heart Fragment

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He's very stubborn. Forced in everything, I told you I didn't want to! He is still maksa! You stubborn! Nayla snorted inwardly.

Or maybe he's here to confiscate the house of the Father? Well, he must have something to do with Mr. Heru, the rich loan shark. Don't they have something in common, rich people are free.

Nayla shook her own head. Remembering the man who came to his house a month ago, just like Devan. Nyelonong came in to confiscate the house.

"Hey! What are you thinking, Nayla?" Devan stared hard. It catches Nayla thinking no-no.

"Mas Devan why the hell is he here? Don't you have a relationship with Mr. Heru it's yeah?" guess Nayla. He then twisted the end of his own veil. Fear of real harsh reality.

"Sir Heru?" Devan.

"Dad, Mr. Heru. Rentenir doesn't have that heart, surely Mas Devan knows, iyah, would want nyita Nay's house too right?" Nayla nodded her head. He was sure his guess was not wrong.

The man in front of him smiled. He got a brilliant idea again. Always he wanted to flirt, every time Nayla saw panic was also tense.

"Dad wants to leave home, same people!" Devan exclaimed as he raised his eyebrows. He then changed his sitting position to cross-legged, bending one hand over the knee to support his chin.

Nayla ruffled waist. He who had been standing on the wall of the house, without the slightest dare to approach Devan, became a little emotional.

"Until anytime this house will not be released, let Mas Devan want to pay dearly though! Not allowed to be confiscated either! I can't!" Nayla. He remembered the message of the late Father. This house cannot be sold. Even though their debts are mounting.

Devan chuckles amusedly at Nayla's silly behavior. He was very worried about the girl. I have to how else to tell him. He really wanted to marry that girl. Unfortunately, Nayla was always tickling.

Devan chose silence. He enjoyed all the silliness in front of him. Nayla's making a no-no. A rentenir? Confiscate house? A debt? Mr Heru? Gosh, there's a girl as weird as Nayla, just to understand my request just have to work this way? inner Devan is upset.

He was still casually sitting on the mat. Looking straight at Nayla. Sometimes he seemed to smile occasionally, making the girl even more misbehaving. And want to scratch whatever is there.

He saw Nayla scratching her own hand, then scratching her own arm, even scratching her right leg with her left leg. He looks very upset. Jesus, Devan is so nervous!

"What are you doing anyway? Keep scratching, here to scratch?"

Devan stood up immediately. Put your feet on the ground that is not tiled. Approaching the girl who was getting increasingly upset, trying to neutralize her increasingly stubborn heart. "Please, understand. Don't make this harder" Devan said.

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The night sky looked dark. Cloudy since this afternoon made the moon and the stars were reluctant to emit the reflection of its rays. The cold air is getting colder.

On the porch of the house, two men who have no blood relation are melting in the warmth of family ties. They talked together.

"Where does Mas Rahman live now?" Ask Devan curiously.

The man beside him grabbed the coffee cup, took a sip of its contents, then put it back down.

"We signed, Van," Rahman replied.

"Why don't you stay together like you used to?" Devan stared fixedly at his half-brother. Looks charisma still remains the same, not eroded time.

"No, just to be able to be independent," he said while sipping coffee back.

"Our relationship, weird yeah," Rahman said as he stared far out, glaring.

Devan smiled, he had thought so for a long time. And that strange relationship, has left him much at a disadvantage. It's just, he tried to enjoy every groove.

"I'm sorry, if I knew you were Rani.." Rahman said. He refused to continue his sentence.

Devan's breath seemed to be choking. Did he not hear wrong? Did Rahman say my name with Rani? Inner Devan.

"It's like making the same mistake, seizing someone else's property" Rahman said bitterly. He always judges himself.

"Mas, stop." Devan looked at his brother. Through the view he showed, that it is no longer important to discuss.

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Cinta, a three-year-old boy, the baby of Rani and Rahman, becomes an entertainer when it comes to whack.

"Where's Mas Rahman and his wife, Mah?" Ask Devan when he gets home from work. He then kissed his mama's back with reverence. Then gently kiss the cheek of love sitting on the lap.

"Again buy diapers to the mini market in front," replied Madam Devan.

"He, funny huh? Gemes," said Devan while playing back the baby's puffed cheeks.

"Van," called her mama softly.

"Dad, Mah? Why?" Devan threw his back on the back of the sofa. Today he was very tired, a lot of goods were delayed.

"So, you're just like Nayla, really serious?" His mamah question made Devan immediately take a serious look.

"Kan Mamah already knows, Devan seriously wants to marry Nay, well even though initially just pretend," Devan replied with a grin. The discussion about the play was finally completed. And Mamah Devan doesn't complain about that. He never wanted to burden the heart of his son. Who had swallowed too many bitter pills over him all this time.

"Isn't it because Rani's here?" Guess mama Devan.

"No!"

"It's not just to play with his feelings, is it?"

"No, Mah, Devan isn't like that" Devan replied

"Not just an escape? Or just pity?" Mamah Devan's question touched a little of his heart. He didn't even think about it.

Quiescent. The young man no longer answered. Mamah Devan breathed out softly, his heart was like it was being pinched, sick.

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Weighing the device many times. Observing that flat object in front of him. He could not sleep, many closed still. His questions kept ringing in his ears.

[Nay] Devan sent a message. I hope the girl will reply soon. Although he was not sure, because it was past midnight.

[Dad, Mom] no reply came. Devan smiled at once. He was just about to close his eyes.

[Not sleeping?]

[Not]

[Wikah yuk, emot heart ]

[No]

[I'm serious, no matter how many times you've been sniffing] Devan replied with anxiety.

[Mas understood, sad emot lowered his head ]

[Why? Emotions of broken hearts ]

[I'm crazy, emot sticking out his tongue ]

God, he's still lying to me.

[I'm booking! Now! Forever!]

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