Heart Fragment

Nightmare

How real world life, it sometimes feels quite cruel to some people, even more cruel what is called cyberspace if not careful in wearing it. Social media can be likened to a knife that has two different eyes. Wrong, it can hurt yourself. But, if you are good at using it, not infrequently there are those who get more opportunities and opportunities. Look, how the world is getting more advanced and developing, in small flat objects like this, we can see and make friends from various parts of the world that initially do not know each other.

For those who already have opium with him, it will be very difficult to divide the time, it is difficult to separate between real world life or virtual world life. Dropped in an endless and futile rush.

Just like this girl called Ryn. He was busy for hours struggling with his personal device.

With a single touch, and within seconds, he had managed to make himself and his pride tainted just like that. He deliberately uploaded photos and indecent videos to his blue-colored application.

"I told you, didn't I? I never mess around!" He shouted inside Devan's office. The young man looked up unexpectedly, if Eryn really did make his threat.

"Bruaaakkkkk!" Devan slammed the device violently.

In just an instant, he had lost his good name as well as the effort he had built all along. His private office was quite relieved, making him very hot and wanted to explode.

He saw Bagas also some store employees. They looked at Devan with a look of disbelief. Surely they have seen from their respective social media. Devan forgets that most people only judge by what they see. Without first asking for an explanation from him.

He pulls Eryn's hand from the office to his white fortune-teller.

"Sorry!" devan said to Bagas before he hurried away. He could see clearly, the two eyes of his cousin and co-worker were looking at Devan with disappointment. Hey, Bro! Please, don't be reckless judging!

Not just in the office. Even at home, Devan was seen with a variety of gazes. By his mother, Rani also mas Rahman. He's really uncomfortable.

He also seems desperate, run aground with his love and hope for Nayla. The girl, then, chose to return to her hometown. Leaving the devastated Devan alone.

Eryn really made it back down, even looked down upon by anyone. Devan can no longer be warted. All demanded him to be immediately responsible for the act that was considered indecent. Deeds that are completely unconscious because at that time he was under the influence of sleeping pills.

The consequence was to marry Eryn. Even though his good name was already tainted, at least, he was already responsible for the act.

If most brides are happy, then not with Devan. He's really very depressed.

Wasn't it!

It's not my choice!

Nah!

Nooooooooo! Devan screams. He already looks like a man of infidelity. He was also angry at the girl named Eryn. He wanted to strangle her to death.

"Van! Devan! Wake up, hey, istighfar! Van!" A few calls and claps made him instantly flinched. Both of his eyes were wide. His breath was like hunting, he was squealing. Sweat as big as corn seeds paled hard on his forehead and neck.

"Oh Allah, O Lord, Achaghfirullah!" lirih Devan said. Rahman then took a glass of water. Not knowing since when Devan slept on the sofa, when he was about to go to the mosque, he saw his brother whining and screaming in his dream.

"Istighfar Van, why? Nightmare?" Ask Rahman then.

"Dad, same dream of kuntilanak!"

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Feelings, Devan wants to bathe with seven flowers. He, was already very shocked to remember the dream that was in his nature this morning.

Last night, after he came home from Nayla's house, Devan did not go straight to the room. He threw himself on the couch. Nayla is still silent not wanting to answer her question even though Devan is afraid.

The young man did not realize that drowsiness whack violently. He falls asleep and dreams of marrying a girl named Eryn.

Holy hooch! I hope that's not a bad sign! peekik Devan in heart. Then he shook his own head.

"Why Van?" mama Devan asked, opening her voice. From the moment he saw her, it seemed like something was wrong with her son.

Rani and Rahman stared at Devan. In this fairly relieved dining room, he became the highlight material.

"Definitely thought about this dream this morning?" The Temptation of Rahman.

"What dream?" Sahut mamah Devan.

"Married to kuntilanak! Ahahaha!" Rahman laughed. He forgot to keep his attitude. Seeing his stepbrother's face immediately flushed with embarrassment.

Laughs Rani and Mamah Devan. The redder the face of the young man who rarely looks embarrassed.

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The love in man is true. God has given it to every human being. A sense that demands fulfillment, so as not to become restless and restless.

Approach God and God will give you everything. If not given, maybe so far the way taken is wrong.

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A faithful white car accompanies Devan wherever he goes, stopping right in front of the gate of a funeral garden.

Slowly the young man went down, then opened the door on the other side for Nayla.

Nayla cringing. Why did Mas Devan bring me here? His inner.

"You, come in first. Later I followed, emm, want to park the car first," said Devan slowly.

Nayla then nodded. He opened the gate of the cemetery. Then step inside.

Very quiet, because it is still eight in the morning. A view around the tomb area. It seems, for a long time he did not visit this place, where his parents were buried. The place that became a witness, when Nayla who used to have to watch the burial of her late Father, without any relatives accompanying. Because they're just three out of the way.

After saying his greetings, he sat right next to the graves of his parents. His heart suddenly misses, considering the late Father is also his Mother Almarhumah.

He then recited a prayer, also reminding himself, that he too would be buried like this.

The sinful feeling made him unconsciously, shedding tears. Recollecting his past sins. Is not the best advice death? With the remembrance of death, one becomes very close to his Lord.

So late he was in sadness, so he did not see if Devan was standing next to him.

"Ehm!" Devan mendehem hard. Making Nayla have to look up to look straight at him.

The girl was wide-eyed when she saw the young man in front of her carrying a bucket of red roses, with a piece of invitation paper in her hand.

"Mas Devan what do you want?" Ask Nayla.

"You're nagging!" Devan Exclamations.

"Mas!" Nayla.

"I'm serious" Devan replied with a smile.

He then approached. Sit right next to Nayla.

"I don't want to mess around with Nay's sin anymore, please, marry me" Devan said as gently as possible. He had to repeatedly hold the explosion inside his chest.

The girl beside him smiled at him. The cheeks that a few days ago were not visible, now they are already, as red as tomatoes at dusk.

"If you choose flowers, you agree, if you choose an invitation, you also agree" Devan said. "Because there is no other choice" he added.

Nayla twisted the tip of her own veil. Laughing a smile on his lips, he ducked even more embarrassed.

"I'm sorry if it's wrong, no matter how hard I try, but you always avoid, making me more sinful Nayla. Because, you always dominate in my mind," Devan said.

The girl looked up. Looking fixedly at Devan who was so serious in speech. His heart was beating so fast, he even had difficulty controlling his own heart. Nayla then went back down. Trying to hold his two eyes that had started to glaze over.

"You want yah?" Ask Devan again. He saw the head of the girl in front of him slowly go up and down, nodding.

"Dad, Mas" said Nayla.

"Eh, what?" Devan repeated the question. Make sure he doesn't hear wrong.

Nayla was still down, she then said clearly, "yes, I want, Mas Devan."

"Yeeeeeeeeeyyyy!!" shouts Devan loudly. He almost jumped up in joy. But then held back from realizing that this was at the funeral. He also almost hugged the girl in front of him, lucky that his silly behavior was not implemented because he realized it was not halal for him.

"Once again dong said," said Devan teasingly.

"Don't, Mas Devan Mah!" Nayla closed her face that increasingly looked flushed.

"Thank you, my future wife," Devan said slowly.

"So, are you ready for an invitation?" Ask again.

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