Heart Fragment
Balikpapan?
Women's hearts are always changing. It's very hard to guess. Sometimes it can suddenly be happy, but not infrequently in an instant it can turn cloudy. Understanding the emotional cycle that can not always be predicted, making Devan must take quick steps to carry out the so-called marriage contract.
Especially if you have to face a pretty adorable girl like Nayla. Yesterday he could have said yes to his proposal, then tomorrow he changed again to say no.
"Yah's lusa? wanna?" ask Devan to make sure.
"But, Mas, isn't it too fast," subtly rejected Nayla.
"We get married first, the recipe can be later?"
"But." Nayla was eager to say something, but she was confused as to how to convey it.
"Udah, don't protest. You ready just file for later I bring it to KUA," said Devan. "I say goodbye first well, be careful at home," he added again while scratching his own head that does not itch.
Suddenly Devan felt so much better.
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The crescent moon hangs with the dark night sky. Snarl the light, accompany two people who are longing in the wait for time.
Nayla is still prolonging her prostration, feeling that she still does not expect so many surprises, which God presents in her life. The hope is only one, so that the days leading up to her marriage are no longer a constraint. She was really trying to believe in the man who would become her husband.
In another corner, in a different place. The young man who had experienced so many phases of self-change, felt there was a turmoil of his own at this moment.
On the balcony of his room, he observed a small object that glistened due to the reflection of the lights of the room. The thing that holds so many memories, about it and the hope that never ran aground before.
He found it very difficult to forget those days. The moment he met his first love.
Doesn't first love always hold different memories? It is difficult to erode the times or the mind. He then walked closer to the window of the room. His gaze was bright, deep in the dimness of the night.
"Rani," softly Devan's voice called out. Alone, dissolved in memories. He then breathed slowly, closed his eyes, and in a split second, his hand soared, throwing swiftly out the window.
He took a breath back. "New sheets, no past," he said with a smile.
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The red car is in front of the store. A girl with shoulder-length black hair slowly descended from it. She wears a sleeveless, v-necked canal with a long dress above the knee, looking very sexy and inviting attention.
The thick eyelashes that are definitely fake, seem more and more make it look beautiful. Plus a clean white skin that glows because of diligent care. Makes it look more attractive too.
"Wow, so that's Eryn, crazy euy, geulis pisan!" whispered Bagas slowly. After he peeked out from behind the shop window.
"He's doing a lot of rest" Devan said. He told Bagas about the incident that the strange girl had made.
"Make me, how?" Bagas raised his eyebrows.
Tap tap tap tap!
The typical sound of Eryn's tote shoes rang out loud on the store's porch.
"Excuse me," he said as he lowered his head inside with one hand opening the door.
"What do you want to know about tea?" ask Bagas. He approached before the girl set foot into the store.
"Sir Devan, is there?" eryn asked while raising his tote bag over the folded arm.
"Oh, ada. But, he is busy" replied Bagas.
"Why do you want to hear Mr. Devan?" ask Bagas again.
Bagas looked back. He had been interested in this girl named Eryn ever since. Obviously, because the physical is tempting to be prioritized in terms of assessment.
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It was eager to take a sip of happiness, but it still felt very far from the fire from the roast. Back must be tested patience, about intention also seriousness.
"Sorry, but it should be, there must be a guardian for Nay," said Nayla.
"So?" Devan raised an eyebrow. Observing with sticky face of the girl who had become his future wife.
"Have to go home first, Mas" replied Nayla. "Persuading Uncle to be a guardian" he continued.
"Where?"
"Balikpapan," answered Nayla looking up.
Holy hooch! Far-away. Inner Devan.
"You are a native of Bandung" Devan said as he reached for a cup containing coffee. Gurgled slowly.
Nayla shakes. "I was born here, Mom. But, the same mother father mah original people Balikpapan." Nayla rubbed the back of her own hand. He looks riled up.
There is actually a lot to consider. Regarding whether his uncle would if he had to be taken to Bandung. Remembering, it had been a long time that the girl had not returned home. Plus, the relationship with the family there is not very good.
"We get married there, just" Devan said, arresting Nayla's concerns. "The Honeymoon," he said again excited.
"Don't, Mas Devan mah!"
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