Heart Fragment

Pov Rani's

It has been a few days since the accident. Rahman was still unconscious. Even just making sure the movement, I have never seen one bit.

I love my husband very much. Love him as much as he loves me. However, this kind of situation makes me uncomfortable. When the two had to take turns to keep Mas Rahman with Devan.

I know my limits. And he knows his limits too. But, bukam means this heart can be awake. Sometimes tucked a rumble when looking back at his face.

Allah Rabbi. Forgive the servant who is unable to guard the heart.

***

A device in the pocket of a game. Calling Aunt at home to ask Love. My daughter, the jewel of my heart. Her laughter became a longing cure. Kala deserted struck and had to endure the grief while guarding Mas Rahman himself.

"Assalamualaikum, Auntie."

"Wa aleikumussalam, Nduk. You happen to be telvon. Your mother's here."

Degh's!

Mom's with Auntie? I haven't even given it up.

"Auntie told me everything, Nduk. Why didn't you tell me Mom?" I heard Mom's voice while having a lot of fun. Looks like he's been crying. Oh, my God, I'm not feeling good.

"Rani ndak papa, ma'am," I said soothingly. Let it be, this is my way of life. Let me run as best I can right now.

"Mom's sorry" she said again. "If it wasn't for Mom marrying you to Rahman. Maybe your fate won't be like this, Nduk." I still hear my voice on the other side.

"Already, Mom. Nevermind."

I don't want to go back to the past. Not a good time. Sorry there is no use. But, to be honest, I don't regret marrying Mas Rahman. He is a good priest.

"Tokay! Geck!" the sound of the door being knocked. Gets briefly. There was one face framed in front of the door. Devan. He smiled as he walked inside.

"Disturbing?" tanyakanya. I'm shaking. He pulled a chair on my floor. Both of his eyes were fixed on Mas Rahman.

"Where is Rahman's progress?" the question is still staring at my husband.

"Not yet" I answered briefly. Something is pinched in the heart. Be ill. Every time I talk about Rahman.

"I can't stay here long." Devan spoke again. He shouldn't be here either. I've gone too far to involve him.

"I'm sorry it's a hassle" I said chimed in. He looked back and looked back at Mas Rahman's face. Distract.

"It's not so, Rani. Sorry, I have a job in Bandung. The day after, I came back here again," he explained. The day after tomorrow? Nnnnope. No need, there are so many things he has given. The hospital fee for Mas Rahman was already incriminating. Not to mention the father-in-law case.

"You don't think anything" he said again. Maybe he saw my anger. "I did everything for Mas Rahman. Anyway, he's my brother. Also for my father." Kulirik Devan smiled.

You're too good, Van.

"You, call the other family. If necessary, hire someone to change guard. You need rest too. Don't mind much." Devan raised my heart. I want to cry as hard as it is. It hurts too much. When to ask for help from people who have been hurt. So suffocating.

"Thank you very much" I said, rubbing the corner of my eye. A drop of water suddenly came out. This heart is very fragile.

Not because of a heart that doesn't know itself. It's not about the taste that has to be buried deep. But this is because of the pomp. I feel bad about myself even though I wasn't involved in Devan's parents' rift.

I was involved and became a part of it.