Heart Fragment

Nguping

It's not about love anymore. It's also no longer about how much the girl wants it. It's about the heartache, also the humiliation that he can repeatedly.

'He thinks, who is he? Huh! Rejecting me arrogantly, ' Eryn's inner self was upset.

It is desirable that the girl******Devan's lips insulted her a lot. But what is power? he was not even glimpsed despite trying to tease.

Ouh, Aa Devan, why is there such a cold guy like you. Just watch out, after this I will make a calculation with you. Eryn's back is in.

"You Go!" Devan opens the door, forcing Eryn out of his office.

"Oh, Okay," said Eryn as he walked slowly towards the door.

'So be it, now you are free to push me. I will also beg!' joked Eryn in heart.

"Aahaha!" He laughed out loud, imagining Devan falling in his arms. Look again at the grip on the hand. A few strands of Devan's hair that he accidentally pulled out while hugging him until he fell backward.

"Bruuukkk!" A blow knocked Eryn down.

"Awwww!" he whimpers in pain. A moment later, both of his eyes opened. Realize something.

Good Lord! The hair! where's hair?!

Eryn fumbled the floor tiles with both of his hands around him falling down.

"Aaaarrrghh!" the girl screamed. He is like a mad man. Groping the tiles around it.

"Hey Beibz, you got a taan?" Bagas. Folded his legs while holding both of Eryn's arms.

Eryn. His gaze was sharp, giddy to Bagas. The man who hit her body just now turned out to be her. In fact, Devan's hair fell out and seemed to be carried away by the wind.

"Aarray! You, mah!" Inching Eryn to his feet. He hurried to leave Bagas. He's getting emotional.

"Beibz, wait!" bagas's screams are not digubris. Eryn half ran towards his red car.

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The Bandung station is always full. So many people are huddled there. There are those who are waiting for tickets, there are those who are sitting in waiting chairs, there are those who stand at the arrival of passengers and there are also many who pass by. A common view in every crowd.

"Be careful, Mas" whispered Devan, hugging Mas Rahman. His brother will return to Surabaya.

Rani and Nayla embrace each other. They should also say goodbye.

"Mbak wants to print a ticket first, nitip Cinta bentar, well," Rani told Nayla. The three-year-old boy who was in his arms, for an instant had already switched in Nayla's arms.

"Funny yah, later make your own yuk," whispered Devan gently to Nayla. The girl snorted. Still her husband was flirting, at a time when many people were like this. Fortunately this place was noisy, so his voice was not heard by the others.

"We go home first well, don't forget to tell you that we have children later" Rahman said before leaving Nayla and Devan.

"Inshaa Allah, Mas," Devan replied later. Soon Rani, Rahman and Cinta disappear in a crowd. After boarding pass they then enter into a special room prospective passengers.

"Why do you want to have a child, make him a belom, hahahaha," Devan's laughter made Nayla tickle. Ah, yes, still PMS.

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Decoration pelaminan looks very luxurious, nuanced gold and white. Various living flowers lined up neatly along the road to the place of pelaminan. The smell of cooking is evident from the dishes that have been served. Guests enjoy chatting occasionally, asking news or pleasantries.

The bride and groom's room are separate. There are hijab barriers that look after each other.

Devan with a black tuxedo is also a ribbon on his shirt collar. Makes it look more charming. His heart was also troubled. Since morning he was not given permission to meet his wife. She was eager to see Nayla's face while wearing the wedding dress.

"Barakallahu, Akhi," Ustadz Azzam's speech shocked him. He hugged Devan and then put his hands together, praying.

A shadow was then present. Reminds Devan of Ustadz Azzam's wish to disobey him. On Aisha Humairah, who was also her own daughter.

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In a different room. Nayla with such beautiful bridal makeup. Wearing a shar'i hijab dress, with a crown of flowers on her head.

Beautiful dangling dress. White with floral decoration also ribbon. She looks beautiful, especially when smiling showing her teeth rolling.

Both of his eyes swept over the guests. Brothers, colleagues, business partners and neighbors Devan in Bandung quite a lot. He endlessly greeted and received so many congratulations. Mamah Devan beside him looked very happy. Many times in his hands the fingers of his daughter-in-law, showed that Mamah Devan was very dear to him.

Nayla's eyes suddenly rolled. His heart seems to stop. When from afar he got an uncomfortable look from two sharp eyes.

'Teh Eryn?' Nayla swallows saliva. The girl's gaze seemed to hint that she was carrying a sword ready to draw it into Nayla's heart.

Eryn pulled Nayla's head. She grabbed her white veil and clawed at Nayla's makeup very brightly. The girl is possessed. His heart was burning as if it was harboring embers of fire as well as grudges. Soon he'll strangle Nayla. Until the girl was sprawled and unconscious.

"Nay, Nayla," Mamah Devan's call made Nayla gasp. Then he took a breath. Just now his head was thinking of a no-no.

"Congratulations, well, Nayla," said Eryn. Looks very lethargic and tasteless. If it wasn't for Bagas, he wouldn't have come here.

Devan's wedding reception leaves him hopeless. Since it was obvious, Devan had assumed the status of being the husband of people. Eryn doesn't like being a snatch on people's husbands. Because people's eyes will pout him one eye. If yesterday he was still adamant, then it is different again with now. Because people have seen. That Devan has officially become a person's property. Religion is also the state. Nayla's his rightful wife.

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A piece of heart, not just a romance about a path to marriage. But about how we go through a process of heart control. Also judgment, against good is bad to everyone.

There is never anything wrong with God's answer. If He tells Devan that Nayla is the girl he should choose, it does not mean that Aisha Humairah is not a good girl. Maybe he has his own soul mate. And Devan is self-aware of all the choices he has made.

The criteria that Devan set, apparently none of them attached to Nayla when they first met. However, the journey of fate makes them turned out to be a match. Until officially holding the status as husband and wife.

Hearts, looking at someone not only from one eye. Early on getting a dream clue, Devan never asked in his own heart. Why should Nayla? Isn't she a comfort woman? Women who are not good at taking care of themselves, also honor.

But Devan believes that once again God's answer is never wrong. If there is a chance to find the truth, why not?

The search and waiting of the heart bears sweet fruit. Although the obstacles still whack, he tries to prove, that he believes God's answer completely.

And here he is. Prepare to meet the beloved of hearts. In the doorway of the room. Decorated white color is also golden dazzling view.

"Assalamualaykum my wife."

Steps in. His gaze swept across the room. The typical nuances of the bridal room with a variety of flower sprinkles are also roncean.

Nayla answered his greetings. He waited while sitting in a long wedding dress. Smile develops. When the soft touch back he got.

Nayla's chin is taper. The next second, without waiting for Devan's permission to softly kiss something there. Many times, expressed through slow movements, if he loved Nayla very much.

"My wife is beautiful" she whispered softly in Nayla's hijab-blocked ear.

He saw the two clear eyeballs with the brownish bead. Looks more and more beautiful with the makeup.

His movements stroked slowly, gently touching his wife's cheek.

"Mas" said Nayla.

"Dad, why?" devan asked while laying Nayla down on the bed.

"Thank you very much" said Nayla with teary eyes.

The next second Devan was back to face. Enjoy every inch of beauty in front of her.

"Can I ask you now?" tanyakanya.

Nayla nodded, but then pushed slowly.

"Why?" Devan.

"It's not locked yet" said Nayla.

"Udah," Devan replied, stealing back Nayla's red lips.

"Mas, there are mothers who readers ngintip," said Nayla again.

"Honey, they're busy cooking!" Devan is very anxious.

"But-" Nayla's sentence is truncated. Again, Devan wouldn't let him talk.

Slowly, the movement of her hand gently removed the veil that covered Nayla's head. Reading prayer with a clean.

His fingers moved more and more wildly, until then he stopped making his movements.

"Why, Mas?" nayla asked confused.

"There are mothers who are nagging!"

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