Heart Fragment

He's my brother?

What happens when the past comes, just as you begin to open your heart to the one who is right?

And the past is directly related to the present life?

Tesss...

a drop of water dripped from the corner of my eye. Represents a myriad of flavors, which rumble in the chest.

Sobbing in silence. Pain, also exhausting. Because no one hears the screams of the heart. The volatile do not know themselves.

* * * * *

Lousy.

That's how I feel right now. Where all seemed to choose silence, and suddenly the situation became tense.

Okay, if it's about our past relationship. Me and Devan, it should be enough of us to feel that way. But, at the dining table that contained these four people, all were silent. Wrestling with each other's minds. I have a weird feeling, a little awkward, too.

Although the occasional clink of spoons and forks interspersed the silence. This situation is still very uncomfortable.

"Ehm..," but the father-in-law sneered quite loudly. He managed to turn all his attention towards her.

"So, how was the trip here?" He said again, with a straight look looking at Devan. His biological son.

"Regular, Dad. Where the hell is the train jammed," he replied casually while raising his body.

The sound of his crush, inexplicably caused a smooth swish on the chest.

"Mom's really upset with Devan." This time, my mother-in-law opened her voice.

"Oh yeah?" tanyanya hesitated while looking at mother.

"Lho, Iyah tho, not a year later."

Degh,

..ta...hun? It was the same time. When he didn't tell me. I smiled bitterly.

Ck, you're evil!

"Kirain has forgotten," he then makes a sound, putting pressure on the last word.

Mother and father-in-law looked at each other. Me and Rahman did too.

"Ah, stop. Just kidding. There was no need to be that serious hahahaha," he laughed crisply, showing a roll in his teeth. The same laugh he had when he was with me. Even in the wrong bond.

"There's a candidate, hasn't there?" I saw Rahman scrambling Devan's hair in a mess.

"Eits, don't do that, Mas." Devan. Brutal hand mopping Rahman.

"Said to exist, but nothing. It says nothing, but it turns out there," he said ambiguously. Looking closely at me.

"Lhaa, you mean piye tho?"

Devan did not answer. He shook his head and smiled in response.

I noticed on the other side, Rahman looked at me. Without even a blink.

* * * * *

This morning the housework was very piling up. The laundry that was not dry yesterday, had to be re-washed. It turned out that the term 'clbk' only felt after I got married. When I was in the cottage, I thought only of my clothes. If not dry not too confused, at least only a few sheets. But after marriage, the term 'clbk' was very pronounced. The old laundry is not dry. Especially family clothes? wewh. Surely mom-mom kbm also never felt it. Eeaa

Oopps!

Thank goodness the sun was hot today. I hope everything is dry today. Because of the smell of that wet laundry, it's really bad. Although it has been mixed. If you don't believe it, try smelling the smell of wet laundry all day. Hope you don't faint!

"Raaan!" The mother-in-law's voice shrieked, her head poking out from behind the kitchen shutters.

I stopped my sunbathing activity for a while, walking down the path that connects the back garden with the kitchen.

"Dad, mom?" I asked as soon as I got into the kitchen.

"Ehm, this mother wants to go first, forget today there is a promise with aunt Sri," he explained while putting some cooking ingredients on the kitchen table.

"So I cooked for breakfast. Later the same day for dinner mom has not cooked. Rani's cooking huh? I think mom came home in the afternoon. Before Rahman's father came home."

Sometimes I get confused, he really asks what? I love the gini.

"Oh, yeah yeah. Easy, let rani cook," I replied lightly.

"Don't forget, the door of the house is in the key from the inside well. No one, just Rani," he said again. I nodded, assuring.

While the weekend, it feels like all day I want to laze around. But there is a sense of hesitation, because it lives with the roof of the in-laws.

Staying at home sometimes educates a son-in-law to be more independent. That's how I feel right now. My mother-in-law taught me household science. Starting from cooking a variety of delicious dishes, to cleaning every crack and corner of the house.

My in-laws are diligent and super hygienic. Everything should be clean and tidy. Although living in a house that can be said to be quite large, many jobs are unrelenting. Mother-in-law does not want to use the services of a household assistant.

"As long as it can be done on its own, why not?" That's what he said.

I never considered a burden. All this time I did it with pleasure. I always remember one mother's advice. Although I think it hurt me.

"Like it was just running. There will be no burden after that." I still remember his words. And that's what made me receive a proposal from my husband at the time. I want to remember it any number of times, still. Someone always pinches this heart. Be ill. When I said, I liked Rahman. But deep down my heart, screaming.

"Ehm.." There was a voice of people beating.

I was shocked in shock. Didn't my mother-in-law say there was no one at home?

Wanted to look towards the source of the sound. But there was a little fear of what I would see. No ghost, hiiiy!

The movement of the hand that had been slicing carrots, suddenly stopped. When I heard the footsteps approaching.

"Again cooking?"

Srrrrrr...

My heart ripples. Oh, naw! That sound.

I turned my head, looking at the figure who was now standing in front of the refrigerator. With a white shirt suit and shorts and disheveled hair. Then he smiled warmly. Both of his eyes looked at me so closely. His nose is flat though not spiky belonging to Rahman mas. But it reminds me of something.

My mind drifted, penetrating through the dimensions of space and time. Years ago when both eyes looked the same way.

"Don't you marry me?" He moved his face forward, observing my expression at his invitation. While the broom handle I was holding, suddenly released from the grasp.

"No leaving? Go!!" Expel me then. Waving a broomstick at him. Peeking in front of the terrace house Mbah kakung.

He was with his campus alma mater jacket, grimacing in pain. Withstand every broom handle I give you.

"Hey," he flicked his fingers in front of me. Making the memory that flashed earlier instantly disappear. And when the body regained consciousness, there was an invisible knife that sliced the heart so deeply. It hurts!

"Eh, yeah! Again cooking," I replied stiffly.

'Why is he here?makes my cooking mood tasteless.'

"I'm sorry." she opened her voice again.

"For what?" tanyaku. My gut says he wants to bring up the past. I am back to my activities. Slicing carrots.

"Sorry, it's too late." He approached. Standing right beside me.

"Ck!"

"I'm sorry" he once again said.

"That's it, it doesn't matter" I snorted in annoyance.

"I'm really sorry, Rani. Pliss heard my explanation first!" He half shouted.

"No more explanation needed. The past is over. There's no more connection between us. There's only an IPAR!" My screams won't lose.

"But, to me it's still important," he flipped my body roughly. Both of his hands gripped my shoulders tightly. He looked hard and brought his face closer to me.

My hands were shaking, nervous and a little scared. He just kept looking. I could see from the movement of the black bead, it traced every inch of my face.

"Are you scared?" He asked, looking at me without pause.

"My mood hasn't changed, there's still a sense there." Said later. As if he had gotten an answer from his own question.

Is wrong!

It's wrong!

The corners of my heart screamed.

Soon I pushed him rough. Run towards the room. Locking tight. I was scared, really scared to be with him.

I hugged my knees. Regulate the rhythm of the beat in the chest. Tired of uncontrollable emotions.

For a moment, I saw the lightning shadow of Rahman's face.

"I'm sorry Rani, mas," I'm restrained.