Heart Fragment

Explanation

"Bruaaakh! Bugh! Bugh!" Time and time again a raw bogem landed on Devan's face.

"Fuck you too it turns out!" Bagas doormatan, he kicked Devan's stomach and cursed many times.

"Bruaaakkkh!" Devan pushed Bagas' body rough until he fell backward. Quickly he pulled the collar off his shirt. Making Bagas lift up high.

"Think clearly, fool!" tukas Devan sharp. Then just a moment to hit the rough handle. Devan's so sick.

He looked at her with his cousin's grumpy look. "How long have you known me than that cheap girl?" sneak Devan again while pointing at Eryn's face.

The girl was scared. What if Bagas knew the truth? What if Bagas trusts Devan more than he does? Hows it? How's it?! Eryn squealed inwardly.

Bagas was silent. Digesting Devan's words slowly. He then turned his gaze to Eryn, staring intently at the girl who was all over wrapped in the blanket.

"Give me an explanation!"

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The face can be held. But the pain in the heart can no longer be compromised. 'How could Bagas think so. Doesn't he know me more than anyone?' devan thought deeply.

He chose to put his back on the bed. Right now, it was not just his mind that was raging. Even his heart demanded to hold on agitated longer.

Thinking about how damn Eryn was for framing him, creates a huge disagreement and misunderstanding between him and his own cousin. Devan shook his head. That crazy girl! he swore in his heart.

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A sense of calm arises when the hot water spots from the shower hit the athletic body belonging to Bagas. It feels like I am shedding all burdens and all thoughts. He spent a few minutes in the bathroom. Although the ticking of the wall clock indicates that it has been night.

Eryn's face is clearly depicted. The girl who made herself, had to fight with her best friend who was also her own cousin, Devan.

"Welloooooo!" Many times he punched the bathroom wall. He with a myriad of heart pains tried to think clearly. Really thought without involving his heart. The conclusion was only one, and indeed he had thought from earlier about that.

"You are sick, Eryn," said Bagas lirih.

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Moisturizing face. Eyes swollen because of the long time he cried. Regretting useless. Trust he could no longer get. From someone he has been trying to use.

Bagas no longer heard it. Allegations for the accusations he said to slander Devan were not welcomed by Bagas.

"How could he do that, Ryn. You see, don't you? even he is still fully dressed" Bagas said, shaking his head.

"So you still want it?" ask Bagas again.

Shut up, Eryn didn't answer. He no longer knows what to say. Bagas did not believe his words. Even that dear look, he no longer got from the young man who had been crazy about him.

Just one night. Eryn managed to tear down all the trust and relationships that Bagas had built.

"We'll end it, you don't really want me."

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The eyes can be deceiving. Misunderstanding can happen if we never think clearly. Concluding something without finding out the truth was once a foolish act that would be regretted many times.

The drama of life is cruel. If not good at placing themselves, also not good at regulating the heart and emotions. Unsynchronized thoughts, can make a messy relationship.

"Sorry!" Bagas held out a hand.

"That's it," Devan answered briefly. His ego told him not to talk to Bagas anymore. His heartache still felt.

"You, find another girl. Eryn is not a good girl" Devan said. However, he did not want his cousin to choose the wrong life partner.

"We've broken up" replied Bagas steadily.

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A long journey back through. Towards the city of flowers by land transportation mode. All three hearts are carrying their own burdens.

A relationship that was broken for one night was successfully overcome. Except for one, Eryn's relationship is also Bagas. Which is no longer tightly intertwined aka run aground. The two are silent. No friendly grip. No spoiled word. No more laughter together. Totally extinct.

On the one hand, Devan with his various thoughts. About Nayla, the wife she loved so much.

'My girl, will she still accept when I fall down?' his mind in the heart.

Would he want to share when he saw me fall into poverty?

Does he really love me not because of the treasure I have?

Does he really love me for what it is, not for what it is?

His mind was crammed with a myriad of questions. Makes Devan nervous. Even when he was home.

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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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Early in the morning was very busy for Nayla. It's like having to take care of two babies who are both in need of attention.

Devan still can't finish the longing. Because her little baby was only three weeks old. He just wants to hold the beloved heart. It's deeper until it sinks, comfortable.

Hadziq is smart. Ever since his father arrived home, he rarely fussed at midnight. It all happened because Devan returned to staying faithful.

When his heart is in a dream. He could enjoy his time with his wife. Sipping happiness together. A sense of deepening due to love that has been embedded.

"Mas" call Nayla.

"Dad?" He saw his wife's beautiful face. It has been shining since she became a mother. Makes Devan even more dear to him.

"Why not connect at all time in Banyumas?" ask Nayla curiously. He had wanted to ask Devan this for a long time.

"People don't want to, honey, to mind," Devan replied as she gently stroked Nayla's hair.

"Thinking?"

"Dad!"

"What thoughts, Mom?" Nayla frowned confused.

"Mas just use the office number. It also often creates music. While looking at our photos," said Devan while languishing deeper. He missed so much.

"That's why Nay nanya also ihhh, why?"

Devan breathes in and then throws it away slowly. He wanted to convey it from the beginning. It's just that his wife is getting more misunderstood.

"Fear of many KBM mothers who nyamperin Mas in the hotel. It's danger! You know, Masmu's fans are crazy."

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