Heart Fragment

Unleashing Travelling

Sometimes a person is tested not with a lot of material or a collection of beautiful or sexy girls. But the temptation is about the determination of the heart as well as excessive pity. Samar indeed. Or it could be called a thin difference. Between empathy, compassion, or compassion.

The girl, when she was falling down on her own. Makes Devan no longer able to digest conscience. Even though he knows the limits. However, the heart is neatly stored in the chest, no doubt there is a debate that re-acted.

For the sake of the girl named Rani, he chose to leave.

Go back to the land full of wounds. Full of pain is also a hidden past. The wound he had buried. He managed to get it tight. Slowly re-open, over time which imposes its circumstances.

***

"Mas, so go this afternoon?" Nayla asked. It was heavy to let go of her husband. However, for the sake of serving the husband to his father. He must be willing.

"Yes, honey," Devan replied slowly. He was the same, heavy heart if it had to be far from Nayla.

"Sorry, my dad?" He saw Nayla who was moody. His wife was never good at hiding feelings.

Nayla nodded. His grip still tightly hugged Devan's waist. His feelings are not calm. Like someone whispering, there Devan won't be okay.

"Don't have a lot of thoughts" Devan said. He drowned Nayla's head in his arms. He was really scared, if his past memories were back down. He can't even guarantee. Whether his heart will remain in Nayla or change when in Surabaya.

"Nay's feelings, don't calm down, Mom." Nayla takes off the deck.

"Why?"

Nayla is not flinching. He was thinking of also calming his own heart. He knows who Rani is. Also remember how her husband was. Although the trust is one hundred percent intact, still, the past must be re-engaged. Nayla was suddenly sad.

"Dad's Mind?" ask Devan. Nayla shakes.

"Mas Rahman?" ask again. Nayla's answer still remained the same, she shook her head.

"Then?" Devan is still asking. He saw a brown bead neatly stored in Nayla's eyelids. There's a gurat that can't be described there.

"Samples." Nayla's lips twitched. One word he said, of course, made Devan's heart beat unnaturally. Their worries are the same. On one person only.

"Dear." Devan grabs Nayla back in his arms. If only Hadziq had been a little bigger, they would have come together to Surabaya. At this time, it was impossible for Hadziq to be taken out of the city. Especially by plane to Surabaya.

"Nay's scared, Mas." Nayla sobs. He then again said, "Nay believes in Mas Devan, but, do not guarantee that Mas there ...." Nayla hugged tightly. Really, his heart said that this was not good. There was a sense of raging within his chest. Cannot be explained by the words or words. Nayla is jealous of something that has not yet happened.

"Don't gini, Mas will be heavy if you go" whispered Devan lirih. He then took off his deck. Looking towards Nayla. On his gentle swab his wife's cheek. Breastfeeding mothers can't have much of a mind, right? He does not want to leave misunderstandings or sadness when away from Nayla.

One gentle gesture Devan touched Nayla's lips. Move slowly again slowly, combing every inch with a regular rhythm. The girl blinked, sinking for a while to calm the rumbling heart. Whenever her husband was hers. He believed and kept believing.

Both breaths are hunting. Stuck for a while and then back together. Interspersed tears spilled because of the taste that makes the heart turmoil rumbled tirelessly. Fear of a farewell. Also an uncertain betrayal.

Nayla wants to take off. But her husband would not let her stop. Continuously immersed and immersed in the beauty of love created. A few minutes before departure. There is still time to mix love in the contest.

Resolve. Eliminate misunderstandings. Also calm the burdened heart as well as the mind.

***

"Devan nitip Nayla, huh?" Devan looked closely at his old woman. He knew exactly, mamah never sincerely let him return to Surabaya. Even when expressing his intention, Mamah was angry and did not want to listen.

How can you forgive twice the betrayal, Devan. Mamah. The woman still had the embers in her chest. Not willing to really, let go Devan to return to Surabaya.

"Well" Devan called out. Mama was still silent, not one bit willing to answer her request.

"Go away, don't be long. Inget, you have a wife here" said Mamah Devan ketus.

"Don't do it, Mah. It's for Mas Rahman's sake," said Devan again. He saw the face of the Mamah who began to wrinkle. There was an unreadable gurat clearly on his face.

"Hm" said Mamah Devan upset. No longer talk much, the young man then hugged his old woman tightly. Devan tries to teach, so that the Mamah can sincerely help her ex-husband who is also the father of Devan.

"Anyway, it's Devan's father. Father's blood runs through Devan's body. If Mamah was enough of a broken marital bond, then, the blood in this body, could Devan have gotten rid of it?" Devan explained. Pressing his chin over Mamah's head.

If I could just throw it away, I'd love to take that son of a bitch's blood out of your body, Van. Mamah Devan.

"Yes, go it's okay, be careful, Mamah studied sincerely, sorry," said Mamah lirih. His heart was heavy, considering that the city was full of wounds. Remembering the betrayal of her husband and his mistress. Remembering girls****** that's so good helps. What kind of relationship is this?!

"Your sincere?" devan asked while taking off a hug.

"Inshaa Allah" said the Mamah.

***

Devan's latest black car splits the streets of Bandung. Mr. Slamet, his personal driver drove him to the airport. Accompanied by Nayla, Hadziq and the Mamah, Devan departs from home.

"Kabarin continues there" advises Mamah Devan.

"Must anyway mah, must be every hour, uh every minute, uh every second is also not papa," said Nayla. Devan looked at his wife. His onion makes Devan anxious. Want, want, ah.

Devan smiled as he rubbed the top of Nayla's hijab. On his cheeks his wife was full of affection.

"Hahahaha, if every detail, or kumaha Non," said Mr. slamet with a laugh. They are like their own family.

Devan's departure to the city of Surabaya will begin.

The past that was once buried, will slowly reopen.

The sense of heart that has moved on the lover halal, will it remain embedded there? Or change when the past is hurt.

I don't know.