Heart Fragment

The Past That Came Back

Red patches become a sign, melted already love both of us. My mark has become his, all for him.

The days that pass are no longer stiff. He was more and more passionate about showing how much he loved me.

"Pretty dear to you, Dek," he whispered softly.

And again, for the umpteenth time. He showered me with his millions of loves. Until I was caught and drowned in it.

* * * * *

The morning sun seemed reluctant to move from his throne. Many times I peeked from the shutters, the sky still dominates. Although the clock is pointing to the number eight in the morning. Like the sun, Rahman did not want to move from the bed.

"Mas, it's noon. Let's get up, I'll suspect we're not out of the room." I tried to remind Mas Rahman. Since coming home from the dawn mosque, he has really punished me. You can't get out of bed at all.

"Let's go, here first." He hugged more tightly.

"The outside is cloudy, dark. Rarely a rich holiday gini." He buried his face at the nape of my neck.

I turned the body. Looking at his whole face. The strokes there read, as if he was worrying about something.

"Mas still hesitating?" my guess.

He smiled and then kissed my face.

"Not now, maybe later," he said later.

I was glued, the answer was so absurd.

* * * * *

Sunday mornings at Mas Rahman's house are always late. Just like Rahman and I. Mother and father-in-law have not been seen on some sides of the house. Could it be that mom is the same as me? At the law you can't get out of the room.

Ish, why is my mind also being this slack.

But it's weird. Usually the mother-in-law is very diligent. I saw earlier in the kitchen there was also no food served at all.

When I leave, I always give a message. But, why don't they even look like the trunk of his nose.

I saw Rahman was busy with his car. Sometimes he smiled and rolled one eye at me.

"Hell, call again!" I'm glaring. Mimicking his hand holding the device in the ear.

I took four loaves of bread in the refrigerator. Give him jam on one side. Piling it up and then rubbing the butter on the outside.

I light the stove, put the bread on the pan that has been smeared with butter. Bake it until it matures.

Finished it, I took the packaged milk in the refrigerator. Divide it in two, for Rahman mas also for myself.

The fragrant smell of butter that is baked, the more tempting the stomach to cause a rumbling lock.

"Udah ripe yet?" Rahman's voice surprised me. It always is. Suddenly it came without me noticing.

"Sit there first, Mom," I said.

Scroll from the tail of my eyes, he just kept smiling and paying attention.

Although it is not awkward if you have to be alone with him. Still, the pounding on the chest is still not gone.

I put a plate of toast and two milks on the dinner table. Mas Rahman with his blue sea t-shirt, increasingly looks handsome and charming.

"Thank you, Madam Rahman." Goda.

"Ish, what the hell Mas," I said.

Milk in the glass. A sip, two sips, three sips. I keep watching.

"Same mother Daddy went to Budhe's house. Nelvon, he said he wanted to say goodbye to us, but he didn't come out." Rahman opened his voice. On the back of the glass filled with milk that is half left.

"What did Rani say." I'm pouting. Embarrassed if later in-laws think things through.

"Huh??is it a surprise? Not a bit of a surprise?" Suddenly I panicked.

"What wonder?" Answer lightly. My appetite disappeared instantly. Change in panic, think of the no-no.

"So we're done...,"

"What off?"

"Therefore, mas.ihhh...." I cupped both palms in the face. Embarrassed.

"Joking, dear," he said again very gently and carefully. He took my hand, and held it tight.

"You're not just pretty if you're embarrassed, but even prettier if you're panicking."

I smile at the smile. He was so happy to tease me.

"Rani wants some more?" Rahman asked.

"You what?"

"You're being punished rich in that room?"

I glare. Gawking. Still flirting like that.

"Mklnpphhtt." I crammed the toast into Mas Rahman's mouth.

"The glimmer is ugly" I said later.

And after a late breakfast with milk and two pieces of toast. We split the house cleaning task. In addition to faster completion, homework also becomes fun if done with a partner. Although sometimes there is just a silly behavior Rahman who makes me laugh out loud. Until not infrequently the work that had been completed, suddenly returned must be repeated again.

When we finished our homework, we sat in front of the tv. While enjoying the entertainment events.

Rahman's fingers caressed my hair. Sometimes he tickles and plays it.

"Muddy girl, remember your goats?" Mas Rahman pinched my cheek, baby.

"Did? what does it mean, Mas?"

He smiles. Then shake.

"Don't you remember?" ask again.

"Ish, how about guessing?" I looked at him fixedly.

"Inget ndak six years ago, at noon you waved to Mas pick up car. Where are the clothes full of mud while holding the goat rope."

I cringe. Trying to remember.

"Oh, that om-om?" I asked while smothering my own mouth. Bummer.

"Basic naughty." He pulled my nose.

"So, Mas om-om is that?" I tried to convince myself. Because as I recall, it was wearing a mask. Just look at his eyes.

Then he tickled his stomach. Pulling and grabbing my body.

"Young times are called om?"

"Ting keg!" Instantly we were jerked. Mas Rahman pulled away and rushed to open the door, having previously told me to tidy up the veil. To see whose guests are coming.

Long time no I heard Rahman go back inside. I wonder who is visiting. Does brother? Or Rahman's friend?

After being sure my robe and hood are neatly installed. I brought a tray of drinking water. I heard laughter from the living room. His voice was not foreign.

My steps were blocked, suddenly my face went numb. Both of our eyes are rubbing. He was very disguised, giving a thin smile that was stretched out on his face.

'De ... van?'