Heart Fragment

Aisha Humairah

The breeze gently blew away every leaf of shady trees. Seemed partly yellow, slowly falling carried by the wind, hit the court.

The shady cherry tree, with a sturdy trunk again branching off, has for years been embedded in the left side of Bagas and Devan's Shops. Intentionally not cut down, because in addition to shade, the tree is quite useful to reduce environmental pollution. Not infrequently also the small and red fruit into the food of small children or customers who visit. Most of them enjoy the moment, when they have to climb or reach on the highest branch.

Not far from the row of trees, it looks like a girl with a maroon hood is carrying a large bag. Contains some neatly arranged document papers and brown maps are quite a lot.

Sometimes the girl glanced at the watch. Just to see how long he stood waiting. He then grabbed the device in his gaming pocket. Squeeze some numbers, call someone.

His forehead wrinkled. Listening closely, the sound of the device that he attached near the ear. Whether the call has been connected at this time or returned as before, can not be contacted at all.

"Sorry, the number you're going to is off."

"Oh, comeon!" The girl grumbled. Re-insert the device into the pocket of the game. He then walked back and forth, trying to ward off frustration. Before long he stomped his left foot, annoyed.

Unable to bear. A pair of eyes that had noticed it, then came down from the car in white with the fortune brand output a few years ago. At first he hesitated, but, for the sake of seeing the scenery not far in front of him, he became curious.

"Sorry, what's the need?" Devan asked. Shortly after he arrived at the door of the shop.

The girl stumbled. He then turned his eyes away after a split second without blinking.

"Nyari A Bagas" said the girl stiffly.

Bagas's? Wanna what? Uh, she remembers me no? Inner Devan.

"Oh, okay, just go in. He'll come." Devan opened the door with his left hand. Entry allowed.

"I'll just wait here" the girl replied with a smile. Refusing Devan's invitation.

Not yet had he opened the door, a hand gripping his left wrist was quite strong.

"Republica?!" Devan. Didn't know there was Bagas here. Why did Bagas suddenly hit him?

"Van, help dong" said Bagas memelas. His face was bent, the face was pias not as usual.

Devan frowned, confused. Looks like he missed something.

"What?"

Bagas glanced timidly toward the outside of the shop. Devab looks at his cousin.

"God! That girl fucked you, lha why is she here?" Devan patted his own head.

"I call ya?" Devan stepped out. But, again his hand was pulled by Bagas. His cousin got in the way again.

"Click Van, and I'm the story." Bagas looked confused. He was confused where to start. Devan turns the eyeballs. Looking at his cousin and coworker strange.

"You mah, weird pisan! Equally brave Eryn, why the same Aisyah so cemen gini?" Devan's eyes are round. He slipped.

Bagas. This time he didn't understand.

"You know Aish?" ask Bagas. How did Devan know what the girl's name was? But he himself said nothing to her.

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