Heart Fragment

Guests Held

Devan pulls the blanket slightly up. Hoping for Rani not to get cold from sleeping under Mas Rahman's ward. As he was tidying up the blanket that framed Rani's body. Unintentionally her pinky touched the soft clean cheeks of Rani. For a moment, the swish came back. Especially when Rani suddenly opened her eyes.

"Astaghfirullah," cried Rani restrained. He was aghast while staring confusedly at Devan.

"Don't get me wrong, I didn't mean it. Just want to fix the position of the blanket only," said Devan while inching to his feet. Not good with his own attitude.

"Oh, yes, thank you." Rani speaking. She looked up at her husband's ward. Mas Rahman was still asleep and closed.

"Aren't you sleeping?" rani asks Devan while confirming the sitting position. It's getting bad.

"I'll just wait outside" Devan replied, then hurried away from the room. Rani glanced towards the wall clock. It's been nine o'clock more nights. He then turned back to himself after seeing Devan out of the room.

"It wasn't accidental, Van," he said.

***

The cold air was blowing slowly. Devan walked out through the hospital street. Stomach hungry. He himself had not eaten. A day to look after Mas Rahman who never woke up.

There will be a lot of agenda tomorrow. Including visiting his father who languished behind bars. Devan is absolutely in need. If the heart wanted to. If he no longer takes care of. Or let the embers of the fire keep burning his heart. Recollecting his father's previous treatment of him and his mother. Ah, Devan is a good man. Not until the heart hurts.

Bring the views around. The name of the hospital is always crowded, no matter what time. Devan walked back, through the main door of the hospital. He thought about what he would eat with.

Fried rice?

Meatballs?

Chicken noodles?

Nayla's?

"Astaghfirullah, Nayla!" Devan patted his own jidat. He forgot today he had not contacted his wife. Threw a device in the pocket of a shirt. He then hastily pushed the call button.

While walking towards the food store, he placed the device on his ear.

"Mas, one fried rice dish yes, eat here" he said while sitting down. The index and middle fingers are tap-tapped on the table. Waiting for an unconnected call with Nayla, his wife.

"The number you are going to is busy. Please try to come back a few more moments."

"Gee! Why should I refuse, anyway?" Devan grunts. He didn't realize Nayla was upset, either. She waited for her husband who never told her.

In the distance there. Thousands of meters away. Nayla was staring at the flickering screen of the device. The call from Devan was nonexistent.

"Why did you just call this late, Mas. I've been waiting since this morning" said Nayla. His heart is very sad. His fear is high. What if the seed in her husband's heart explodes like it used to?

Just being alone with Rani. The first love that is not in possession.

"Yourf!" Nayla sighs. Over thirty missed calls from her husband. It becomes thought. I also feel bad for staying too long.

He thought his device was flickering again.

"Hallo, Mas" said Nayla a little ketus. He has the right to be jealous. But he did not want to share his heart.

"Why is it new to lift? Why do you just answer? Where the hell have you been?" ask Devan without pause.

"Oh, where have you been!" Ketus Nayla speaks. Ah, she's jealous for no reason. His mind drifted too far.

"Darling, sorry," Devan said. He felt guilty hearing Nayla's voice this way.

"Don't repeat, Mom. Nay ... fear."

"Fear what?"

"Fear Mas Devan is rich again. Same as Rani." Without further ado Nayla expressed her uneasiness. He is not good at hiding feelings.

And it's true. The mother of one child was burning her heart. Jealousy without knowing the truth. His heart said so, though he himself did not know.

"Reserve as soon as possible to go home. But there's plenty of business here, too, honey. Not to mention the ransom to free Dad from his fraud case. Nay support Mas, huh?" Devan. The fried rice was already very cold. He didn't touch her at all. Because from earlier trying to contact Nayla who is very difficult to answer the grill from him.

"Darling," call him again in a lower tone. He persuaded.

"Yes, Mas" answered Nayla.

"Smile at all," seduced Devan. I wish there was laughter coming out of his wife's mouth. He felt very guilty because of the murmur of his heart that was still there for Rani. Devan doesn't want to, but his heart is hard to control.

"Where to smile, Ih. It's far, after all, Mas nelvon is not a video call," Nayla said, pursing her lips. His spoiled behavior like that, made Devan even more homesick.

"Hadziq what else?" tanya Devan switched the conversation.

"Udah bobo, atuh!"

"Dad, Neng? Naha (why) or can (yet) bobo? Want to go boboin?" seduhi Devan half whispered. He was in the store, afraid someone would listen.

"Gee! Aa mah! Flirtatious!" Nayla smiles. He smeared his own lips. Embarrassed.

"Liar flirtatious is also the same wife herself," said Devan again.

"Udah ah, sok bobo oruh, Mas," Nayla said. He didn't know Devan was out to eat.

"Yes, honey, you're bobo, huh? Don't forget to send a photo. Mas kangen," said Devan again.

"Yes, Mas" said Nayla. He was ready to say hello and end the call. But there was one thing that made him speak again.

"Eh, wait, Mas."

"Yes, why?" Devan. Nayla wanted to say something.

"So afternoon someone went to the house. Nyariin Mas Devan's. Ih, while bringing a lot of food."

Devan. This time he was more astonished. Wh who? Business associate? A colleague? Or ....

"Who, Honey?" devan asked curiously.

"That's a Mas fan who went to college in Bandung. His mother told him earlier. Ih, so much food stuff."

"Wahahahaha! Basic emang, ah this Masmu so that the fathers are also many fans." Devan. His smile was perfect. He's very happy. The charm has not faded apparently.

"It's not just that, Ih," said Nayla wanted to add the story earlier.

"What?"

"Emak-emak group next door also came here. Because Mas Devan did not return from Surabaya."

"Continue?"

"Tut! Tut! Tut!"

Connection interrupted. Kawai Nayla is dead. Running out of battery because forgot from earlier not in cas.

Devan smiles. He saw a plate of fried rice in front of him. There is relief in the heart.

His fans still care. Wkwkwkwkwk.

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