Heart Fragment

Tempests

Pov Nayla's

Life after marriage is more colorful. There like his pain. There is haru, laughter is also bitter. Glad again, there is a place to share love. Decompose the taste, also a soothing backrest.

I always enjoyed all of that. Truly, I am so grateful that God has brought Mas Devan for me. He is a good man, also responsible.

Especially after the birth of our first child, Hadziq. Devan is more attentive and loves me.

Like at the moment. Although tired of working still whack, he always helped me put Hadziq to sleep.

"Udah bobok?" I asked slowly while rubbing his back.

Mas Devan nodded. He then carefully placed the Hadziq he had been carrying on the crib. Devan is very good.

"Funny well, Mas," I quietly looked at Hadziq's handsome little face. He looks a lot like his father.

"Dad, funny well, megemesin," replied Mas Devan.

I saw the look on my husband's face. His eyes were faintly black, he must have been tired. Since I gave birth. He stays up more often. Calm down Hadziq, who sometimes fusses at midnight. My husband was very alert, waking me up only when I had to give Asi to Hadziq alone.

"How could Mas sleep if tired on your face has not disappeared" he said one night.

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There is no home without a storm. There is no marriage without testing. All flowing naturally. Our lives go with the flow. Sometimes sloping and calm, but not infrequently steep also come to head.

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The higher a tree. The higher the wind hit. Business so many years pioneered experiencing small obstacles that are accustomed to. The expected result does not correspond to reality, it is also common. However, if the storm arises due to the breakup of the leadership. It will be very difficult to defend.

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"This is all you want to bring, Mom?" ask Nayla softly. Devan was putting some clothes in a black suitcase.

"Dad, Mas's there a week," Devan replied still focused on tidying up.

"It's the same with Nay."

Devan. Seeing his wife's disheveled face, he came back heartless.

"Udah, honey, Mas can be alone. Just like Hadziq." Devan refused.

Last night he had to take care of the work at the head office. There is a new project that he has to work on. Return to delegation as before. But this time he was not alone. But with coworkers also his cousin, Bagas.

He didn't come home. That's why he feels so guilty. Let Nayla take care of their own baby at night.

Even when Devan gets home. As soon as possible he had to prepare supplies because today he also had to leave with Bagas.

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"Well, Devan asked for his prayer well, hopefully facilitated all the affairs there. Nitip Nayla same Hadziq as well," Devan said goodbye. The old woman smiled while nodding, assuring.

Always he asks for blessing, every time doing a task or stepping foot into a new chapter. For Devan, nothing can replace the role of a mother. The woman who risked her life to hear the cry of being born into the world.

Devan then meets his beloved wife and son. He saw the two-week-old red baby, still asleep in Nayla's arms.

"Mas, say goodbye first." Nanar Devan looked at. Ah, it's heavy. Because the one waiting for him at home is not just Mom. But there is a beloved wife and son. I don't know why my heart suddenly felt sad. It was hard to leave them.

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The train drove quickly leaving the city known for its coolness. Devan doesn't like it either. A few times his eyes caught Eryn again trying to flirt. Even though beside him there was Bagas. The girl seemed to be dissatisfied.

Bagas made his own decision. Inviting Eryn along to central java. The girl is bored, she wants entertainment outing.

Since his relationship with Eryn. Bagas is like a buffalo that has its nose. Manut without the slightest refusal of the girl's request. Although their status does not bear husband and wife. Both of them show love. Makes Devan careless and dislikes.

Eryn looked back. Looking at Devan's closed parachute, with a part of the jacket cover wrapped in the head. He fell asleep with both earphones still attached. Makes the girl fantasize about something, bringing back the subtle sighs in her chest.

"Why Beibz?" bagas' voice retracted his gaze.

"No papa" replied Eryn, leaning his head on Bagas' shoulder. Hopefully Bagas did not realize, if he had been staring fixedly at the back seat. The place where Devan sits.

A long and exhausting journey he had to pass. This time his mission cannot fail. He brings a new mission, no longer just want the young man named Devan.

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Pov Nayla's

A week has passed. Really, I never complained while Mas Devan was out of town. It's just, so many questions that I'm keeping right now. Why not once did he give the news.

Worrying of course. Not only me, but my mother-in-law thought so. Mas Devan, I hope you're okay, Nay Miss.

"Have you heard?" back to Mom asked. I don't know what questions I have and my answers are always the same.

"Not yet, Mah."

Mama breathed a heavy sigh. He thinks as much as I do. Kawai Mas Bagas could not be reached either. So who else should we look for answers to?

They're hopefully fine.

I tried to calm Hadziq down. Maybe this thought factor makes Asi I produced not enough to calm him down. He's as restless as I am.

"Ascalamateur." There was a sound of greeting from outside. Moments later rushed to open the door. The voice of someone we have been waiting for a long time.

The face then went into the house. I saw my man look very tired. So many questions I want to ask. But restrained because remembering the time is not right. Also Mas Devan who just came.

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Since coming home, Devan has looked glum. He was more often silent and pensive.

"Nay," he called Nayla. Anxious in his heart as if he could no longer resist.

"Why, Mas?" Nayla looks up. Staring at the face of the man lying next to him.

"Don't stay, Mum, Dad?" Devan stroked softly on Nayla's cheek. He misses his wife very much.

"Why are you talking, Mas?" Nayla clenched even tighter.

Quiescent.

Devan no longer makes a sound. His mind is really burdened. He himself did not know where to start.

"As there is a problem of cooperation?" Nayla guesses.

"If one day Mas falls down, Nay still want to nemenin? Although we live mediocre, or even, all shortcomings," said Devan terbata. He repeatedly had to hold his breath.

"Oh Allah, did Nay love Mas Devan just because of matter? Still have doubts?" Nayla looked up again. Looking at Devan's eyes that looked adorable was not excited.

Nayla hugged her back, tightly in her arms. His heart became calmer now.

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