Heart Fragment

Devan Angry

Pov Nayla's

I still can't believe that the man in the picture is Mas Devan. But the two-minute video clearly shows that he is. And the girl with him? Who else if not his girlfriend. Oh God, he could have been playing with my feelings all this time.

I should have been self-conscious, I was nobody. Not worth it for him. Not entitled to anything from him.

Why else have to fill this invitation if just playing around. The proof, he even sent a message so I wouldn't expect anything from him.

Our meeting is not just a cooperation. He needs my role, and I need his money. That's all, it's just that! Not more.

But why does it hurt so much like this. Oh, my God, that.

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"Assalamualaykum," the voice of greeting sounded from the front door. Devan just got back from Bogor. He then greeted his mother who was waiting in the living room.

"Wa alaykumussalam warahmatullah, the son of Mamah has come home," replied Mamah Devan as he grabbed the body of his little man. Ah, she always forgets, that her son is very mature.

"Sepi, where are you going, Mah?" Devan asked while circulating his gaze to the various corners of the house.

"Please tell Masmu to buy food, and look around the complex. Let ndak bosen at home continue," replied Mamah Devan.

Then, as usual, the young man laid his back on the sofa while resting his head on the lap of the mother.

"Well," call her soft.

"Dad." On the door of her hair her son was slowly. Combing with her wrinkled hands.

"Well you want Eryn?" Ask Devan later.

Mamah Devan frowned. For the first time, the boy named another girl besides Nayla.

"Well, he's the one who wants Mamah to mate with you. Why?" Mamah Devan asked curiously.

"No, the way he dresses is too revealing. Devan doesn't like it" Devan replied as he grabbed the device. Open the worm game application that he has not played for a long time.

"Kirain you like hehehe," said mamah Devan while giggling amusedly.

Devan frowned, looked up, looked at the old woman. Gosh, so you think I taste that model? Isha!

"Ai Mamah, why do you think Devan likes that model?" Ask Devan curiously. While occasionally turning his gawai gawai. His worm slowly began to squirm.

"Lha, Mamah don't know, Devan likes what, if there is no wrong Dinda too right? The same Rara who cooked it, ah kirain you choose one of them," explained mamah Devan.

"No, emm is not a criterion Devan, Mah," Devan replied with a focus on the screen.

"Makanya Mamah pickin different. The usual model is Dinda, who uses a veil also pinter cook Rara, the same as children today, the Eryna," said Mamah Devan.

'But Eryn is a badass' Devan grunts in the heart. Not until he spoke to his mother. Because he did not want to make a burden and thought on the face of his old woman.

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It's been a week since Rani and Rahman stayed at Devan's house. This means that in one week they will return to their place of origin, the city of Surabaya.

After Isya, Rani is busy making fried bananas also boil water to make unsalted tea in the kitchen. Mamah Devan and Rahman were in the living room, watching television while having a warm conversation together.

Devan had just come down from the room, he was walking towards the kitchen, about to fetch cold water in the refrigerator to drink.

He saw his brother-in-law was busy lifting fried foods. "Hi, Ma'am!" greet Devan while opening the refrigerator door. He used 'Mbak' as a greeting, to be self-aware that he was his sister-in-law.

Rani was surprised, she was very surprised because of her own focus on work. Until it unknowingly dropped back the banana that had been fried into the oil.

"Ouch!" Accidentally a splash of oil injured his fingers.

"God! Rani!"'s!" Devan exclaims. He then rushed to reach for the ointment available in the medicine box near the kitchen. He memorized the place, because as a guard when an event like this happened.

He without asking permission directly smeared on the surface that splashed oil. "This if it is allowed to blister, do not be careless anymore" said Devan advised.

Rani looked at the young man who was now her brother-in-law. "I can do it myself!" Tukas Rani pulled back her hand.

"Oops, sorry." Devan then raised both his hands. Be aware of who he is talking to.

Shortly before he turned around, Rani called back to him.

"It." Hand over a small box to Devan. "I'm not entitled to this anymore" Rani later said.

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Devan has explained to Nayla many times about Eryn and all her misunderstandings. It felt like he had talked a lot, but Nayla was still indifferent to hearing. He was confused how else.

Plus this misunderstanding is compounded by evidence in the form of photos and videos that crazy. Arrgh! Watch out for you, Eryn!

Do I have to carry Nayla to KUA like my mother's advice on KBM?! Hooh no!

You know, its not me. I mean, not my style!

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Nayla is still busy with her batagor batter. Some shoppers were already seen crowded into the carts, most of which were the little children of the neighbors he lived in.

He then stopped, as his eyes caught a beautiful red car stopping right in front of the alley. A girl came down from inside. Slowly walk closer to Nayla while walking down the model on the red carpet.

Clothes that lack materials make a special attraction for small children who are waiting in line to buy.

"Tea, the clothes are too small?" chirps Naina, Nayla's neighbor's little girl who is also her buyer.

"Thou art, this is a new model" said Eryn with a red face. How, he did not like even being bullied by a child like Naina.

Nayla looked fixedly at the girl, the girl she saw in the photos and videos with Devan. Nayla's heart suddenly became ill.

Eryn deliberately came early in the morning, convinced that Devan could not meet Nayla during this working hour. He wanted to berate the village girl to the satisfaction. The girl who made it was rejected by Devan.

Eryn then took a breath, then with a single puff, he began to say, "Teh dreadin well, beware if it still disturbs my relationship with A Devan! You know who I am?! His official wife! We slept together, too, so please! Go far!" Eryn pointed at Nayla's face. Right in front of the kids who were waiting in line.

"One more! Watch out if Aa gets to know I came here nyamperin you!" Eryn threatened again. He turned around while walking arrogantly. Without even looking at Nayla's pias face.

"I am a nobody" said Nayla. The children who were watching started to whisper. Among pity to Nayla because in omelin, also curious what it means to sleep together. Isn't that as common as when they sleep with their mother and father. Why did the girl explode while talking?

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It's been two days Devan always comes home from work before Maghrib. The work in his office is piling up. Since he returned from Bogor, many licensing files have been neglected. He was really tired, both energy and mind. Plus, Nayla never once returned a message or picked up her phone. It's like evading. And that makes Devan even more frustrating. It was very interesting to meet him directly at home, but time was not supportive.

The clock on the wall. It's almost nine o'clock in the night. He saw the message he sent to Nayla, just a blue tick with no reply there.

He then moved down the bed. Snatched the jacket hanging behind the door. A moment later drove fast by motor to Nayla's house.

"Tok tok! Nayla!" Devan shouted while knocking on the door.

From inside the house Nayla heard, she then shuffled to reach for the veil and walked closer to the door. For a moment he wanted to open the lock, but then his hand held back. He doubted himself.

"Nayla, open the door!"

Devan's voice was clearly heard from behind the door. "Or, I'm going to break things down!" said again.

Oh my God, this is a man, don't know what night it is. But, why did he come over these nights?

Shaking Nayla's hand opens the key slot. The next second, the voice that had been pounding on the door disappeared. Replacing with the owner who slipped into the house.

Devan found Nayla still standing against the wall, looking once the girl's face was as swollen as crying.

Nayla looked back with a sad expression. The young man in front of him looked disheveled and disheveled. Also looks very tired. It was not at all the Devan style he used to see.

"Why don't you get a message back?" ask Devan. Nayla was silent and did not answer.

"Why not pick up the phone?" back he asked a question. Nayla was still silent not one bit to open her voice.

"You still misunderstand me? Please, by the way dong, do not forget about gini," said Devan frustrated. This is the umpteenth time the girl won't speak. Intentionally silenced.

"Dengerin well, I'm the same Eryn never had any relationship! So, enough, don't misunderstand Nayla, '" Devan explained.

"But, the photo and the video" Nayla said as she slowly wiped the water in her eyes. His heart seemed to be sliced back in pain every time he remembered that.

Devan ruffled his own hair violently.

"Where is your room?" he stared intently at Nayla.

"What?" Nayla looked up, where Devan's eagle eyes rained down on her.

"You think I'm that kind of guy, don't you?" Devan's footsteps approached. He was standing right in front of the girl.

"How about we now prove with our own opinion, you are a comfort woman, and I am a striped man?" whisper it to Nayla.

The girl suddenly pias. Devan's two hands instantly locked his body against the wall. He cannot be a bit squinted. The two young man's eyes were still staring at him with a sharp gaze. Tracing every inch of Nayla's face with a gripping black bead.

"Don't do this, Mas, I'm afraid .." - said Nayla.

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