Heart Fragment

Surprise

I don't know, it feels like this head is suddenly dizzy. I'm not trying to fight for that girl named Nayla. When I had to work hard until he finally accepted my proposal, why must new obstacles arise again. How much longer I have to wait.

Curse the device on the nightstand. Reread the message an hour ago. The message that made me feel uncomfortable, was also very thoughtful.

[I went alone]

Huh! He could think like that. Doesn't he know how much I worry about him. Especially long trip to Balikpapan. By himself?

My head feels like it's about to break. So many things to think about.

At home there is still Mas Rahman and his family. If my mom took me to Balikpapan, what about them here? the time was abandoned?

If you wait until they return to Surabaya first, it means that more time I have to wait. Actually, not to wait. Cuman, the fear of losing for the second time was always ringing in the ears.

Not to mention the Eryn who often flirted in the store. Although there was Bagas trying to distract her, still, he was still very obsessed with me. The proof, he boasted to all the store employees, if he was my candidate. Ck, you weird girl!

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So I say a little prayer

And hope my dream will Take me there

Where the skies are blue

To see you once again

My love ...

I listen to the old chatter of weslife from the earphones tucked in both ears, while occasionally sipping a small cup of espresso, the sharp taste helps eliminate a little tired that lately come whack.

I saw the entrance of the cafe. Where at the top there is a hanger of a type of small bell that will sound when someone opens the entrance or exit.

Scroll the clock on the screen. It was almost half five in the afternoon. The girl I was waiting for didn't even show her nose.

Can't wait, I want to type a message through the green application only. But seeing the message I just sent five minutes ago still tick one, I was hesitant. He seems to be not active.

"Krincing krincing!"

I'm looking. Stare straight at the entrance. Ah, he's come. My future wife is more and more beautiful, her red face always makes me miss. Isha!

"Mas!" sweep it with a smile. Then pull the chair in front of me to sit down.

"Why long?" my many.

"Sorry," he replied.

"You want ice cream?" tanyaku. I've been very familiar with his orders every time we meet here.

Nayla shakes."Who are the angels," he replied.

Heh?whahuh?the angles? A flash then appeared a shadow before his eyes. Holy hooch! I'll be patting soon! How my mind takes care of the non-gynous, hadeeh.

"Why, Mas?" tanyakanya.

"No," I replied. It could be dangerous if he knew what I was thinking.

"Lemon tea?" bargain again.

He nodded in response. Then, by giving the code in the form of one hand raised up. Waiter's coming. Record orders.

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"So what's the conclusion?" I'm just impatient.

"Nay set out alone" he replied with a sad face.

"I'm coming with ya?"

"Mas, understand. It's not easy" he replied again.

I caught the remains on his face. He also seems uncomfortable.

"Mas Devan doesn't know what Nay's family is like. Devan has to work too? Not to mention that his brother Mas is still here," he explained while spinning his own fingers. He, even thought about all that.

I didn't tell him at all. That it has also been a burden on my mind lately.

"Wear the judge, huh?" tawalku.

"Mas, Nay there's still someone who can pass it. Shouldn't we give priority to what was first?"

I breathe heavily. I don't think I can if I have to wait any longer. Duhai, why is my love so complicated.

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If the eyes can be guarded. Keep the distance under control. But what about the heart? He even started acting wild. How much longer do I have to wait? Will this path of love end up running aground like it used to?

Him, wherever he is.

Guard it,

Just me.

Because it's only for me.

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I saw the flight schedule on the big screen of Hussein Sastranegara airport. My heart aches suddenly, in a moment, he's about to take off. Taking a blessing prayer, also full of hope that he will not have trouble while there.

"Take care of yourself, yeah" I told him before he walked away.

I saw not much stuff he brought. I purposely gave him money. Remember, he must not have supplies. Not to mention, the brothers in his village were quite a lot. At least there was something he had to bring.

I can catch her, her eyes started to dew, looking at me sadly. He then ducked, spilling his sense in silence. His pointy chin, suddenly drained drops of water from his eyelids.

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Pov Nayla's

Why, is there a man as good as Mas Devan in this world? He has done so much for me. In fact, a ticket that is now with me, all for his gift. The stuff in my suitcase. All for his purchase.

There was nothing more I could say to just give him my thanks.

Oh God, I love him so much. This feeling has been around for a long time, but, why to take a sip together there must be a whack test.

I, not even sure if Uncle wants to come to Bandung. Then, what answer will I give Mas Devan when I get there?

I don't know if my aunt's family still accepts me. Remembering, the last time there Mother and Father were expelled.

Oh God, I hope this goes according to our expectations.

My heart suddenly sank. I remember the face of Mas Devan. He has become a very meaningful person in my life.

Not feeling both eyes began to drain so many clear circles from there. I cried myself, sobbing in silence. I'm confused, but I don't know what to look like going forward.

"Where's transaction?" I heard someone's voice ask.

I looked at the passenger who was just sitting next to me. I didn't notice when he put things in the upper trunk.

I'm slack. In fact, the tears that were still dripping had not been erased. This guy, Devan?

"Hey, why is it that everyone sees me always deluding like this?" His protest.

So, he's coming to Balikpapan?

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