Heart Fragment

Custodianship

"Hey, why does everyone look at me always tickle like this?" his protest.

I still can't believe it. I looked back clearly and carefully. That face, it was true that he was Mas Devan.

He then unzipped his jacket. Then stared fixedly at me, who was still flabbergasted.

"Why did you come here?" I asked while wiping the remaining tears, but then choked when there was another hand that wiped it first.

"You ... don't cry like this often," she said as she stroked gently. I can feel him rubbing it slowly. Comfortable me.

Our views are still intertwined. "I'm sorry" he said again, pulling his hand back.

For a moment just now, it was as if there was a strange sigh creeping quietly in the heart.

Suddenly my face was hot. Screaming from the tail of my eyes, the young man scratched his own head while smacking a smile on his lips. Devan looks wrong. It's so funny.

"You're ngetawain?" the hardic.

Deg, man,

Oh, my God, so, did he notice? But it's funny, so forget to laugh yourself.

"Engg, anu Mas ..." My sentence was stuck while trying to curl.

Mas Devan brought his face closer to me, his gaze locked. A very close distance like this, made my heart beat even tighter. Even my nose, can smell the perfume that is attached to his body. I swallowed the saliva, nervous.

"Later to marry in Balikpapan. Just be careful if it's there," he said half a whisper.

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Pov Devan

After traveling on a plane for an hour. We continue by passing the road using travel services to Nayla's hometown. While in the car, I immediately contacted my old woman at home. I don't want to worry him for a second. Mamah, a woman who understands and understands my condition.

"Alhamdulillah, this is again in Mah's car" I replied after he asked us for our position.

"The future son-in-law of Mamah, recalcitrant, ngeyel went home alone. If someone kidnaps you, how?"

"Eat him a piece of marriage," said the mother.

I chuckle amusedly. "You're still a wayward, I bit him!" timpalku while glancing towards Nayla.

The girl gave a sniff, patting my back with the fan she was wearing in her hand. From across the street I heard him laughing.

"Try here, Mamah wants to talk to Nay," said mamah.

"Now, you want to talk."

I'm handing over my device to Nayla. Ah, if he knew, everything that's mine I would have come from for him. Eeeaaa

I squinted my eyes. Sharpen hearing. The girl doesn't want the loudspeaker call from mama. I was guessing, what they were talking about.

I saw Nayla's answer, but, but, and but.

Jesus, doesn't he have another vocabulary? Makes me even more curious.

As the girl spoke on the phone, I spread my eyes out the windshield. Such a soothing sight. All-green, beautiful is also still natural. I feel like I'm back in the past. While in the village of Ambengan, with him, Raniku.

Even until this second, his shadow had yet to completely disappear.

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"Mas Devan is drunk?" tanyanya's worried.

"No," shanku.

I saw Nayla was mediocre, probably because she was used to it. But not with me. Really, it's very torturous.

"This is wearing crackles, pretentious to vomit, I'm the one who holds it" he said as he opened the crackle under my chin.

"No, Nay," I refused.

I scratched my own forehead. It feels so dizzy. Apparently, health can never be predicted. It was still okay. But now, it feels like my whole body suddenly went numb. So limp. Then all the shadows seemed to glow. Dim and dark.

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The distinctive sharp aroma disturbs my sense of smell. Makes me slow, open both eyes that I don't know since when it was closed. I could hear the sound of the beast of the night. The sound of crickets with their crickets, the sound of geckos, also the sound of frogs buzzing noisily.

"Astaghfiullah!" I was shocked. Then, in an instant, get up from the bed. The light from the lamp illuminated a part of the room. My back hurts so much. Kuraba slowly, the place I slept in was a wooden bed that was only covered with mats.

"Yuk!" I coughed, breathing air that I thought was quite dusty.

I spread my eyes around. This place is so foreign to me.

"Mas, you're awake?" someone appeared from behind the curtains of the room door. Nayla's.

"Where is this?" my many.

"In Nay's village, Mas."

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All the gazes stared fixedly at me. Waiting for an explanation as to why I came here with Nayla.

Some of the neighbors around also appeared to be present, like we were about to be tried. I looked at my future wife sitting in the corner of the living room. Well, because this room is like most old houses. Who only use mats as a base to sit.

I take my eyes off. See various traditional snacks presented, as a treat for guests who will also come here.

I corrected the sitting position. With straight shoulders, and both hands that copy.

"I want to marry her" I said confidently.

However, this man in front of me showed an expression I had never really imagined before.

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Pov Nayla's

I told you, uncle and aunt must have thought badly of us. In fact, I just came asking to be handed over in terms of marriage. But they still think things out.

"You're really a virgin, aren't you?" ask aunt to interrogate.

"Astaghfirullah, Nay is not like that" I replied

"It's not like that, it's just weird. The time here are both men. You are not married yet" he said.

"Therefore we came here. Just ask at walikan aja. No papa without reception." I defended myself.

"It's up to you."

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