Heart Fragment

Kangen

Devan came home unsettled. Along the way, he thought hard. About Dad's accident, Mas Rahman was also the fate of their current family.

"Is it so bankrupt that they have to ask for my help?" muttered Devan slowly.

Back rani's sound in the ears.

Why is it this way now. If only you'd waited a little longer, Rani. There's no way we're going this way. But, ah .. that's it. It doesn't matter anymore.

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Devan's white Fortuner is about to enter the garage of the house. Twice he honked the horn, codifying Mr. Satpam to open the gate. He eventually used the services of a security guard and domestic assistant. Because Mamah is aging and Nayla is busy taking care of their baby. After all, Devan's income is always sufficient. In fact, you could say, he is already very rich at the moment.

"Thank you, sir," Devan told Mang Agus, his home security guard. The middle-aged man nodded with a smile.

Devan rushed into the house. Take a look around the living room. No one's lonely there. Then he went to the kitchen. Maybe there's Mamah or Nayla there. But, zonk. There's no one in it.

He's headed for the backyard. I forgot to wash my hands and feet after I got out of the office. His mind is back on fire. How to convey it to mamah related to Father and Mas Rahman?

"Van!"

"Astaghfiullah!" A pat on his shoulder made him stutter and be surprised. On his own chest, calming.

"Mamah ihh," he said.

"Why do you think about it?" Mamah asked. Devan shook his head for a while and then went looking for something.

"Nayla has Hadziq in the room, just climbed up. Your hero is not fussy from earlier," said Mamah again.

"Why?" ask Devan.

"You're as good as possible."

"Yes, ma'am, seriously too." Devan nyengir's. Her old woman was still flirting. His ideals are grandiose. I want to have seven grandchildren from Devan. Understand, the only child. So the only hope was in that young man.

"Put it down, Bi. Later with me," said Mamah as he went by from before Devan. Soon the young man walked up the stairs. Heading to the room, meet Hadziq and Nayla.

"Van, what do you want to eat Maghrib now?" Shouted Mamah shrill.

"Later on, Mah," said Devan half-shouting. Back he swung his feet up the stairs.

One, two, three, four, just keep that young man counting. Climb the stairs to the second floor.

"Tokay! Geck! Assalamualaykum" said Devan, knocking on the door. His head was in the room. Nayla was looking at Hadziq. At once the girl turned to her husband.

"Home home, Mom?" ask Nayla as she approaches. She kissed the back of her husband's hand.

"Udah, honey," Devan replied.

"Would you take a shower now?" ask Nayla again.

"Yes, sultry. Have you taken a shower?" Devan tempt.

"Udah, I went with Mamah." Devan manyun's. But that's not the answer he wants to hear.

"Bring again, will you?" Devan raised both eyebrows.

"Gee!"

"Seriously!"

Nayla. Her husband's code asks that it be like this. Hadziq fell asleep. He was silent for a moment, thinking.

"Kelamaan thought, '" said Devan as he grabbed Nayla into the sling. For a moment, the girl was stranded on her bed.

"Mas kangen" whispered Devan.