JUST FRACTURE
CHAPTERS I

Brokenlag. Yes, his name is broken, there is no extension. His peers call him Ema. Beautiful at the age of 22 like a new flower blooms in the morning, the target of beetles who are hungry for the sweetness of nectar.

The carrying is shaded with the veil stretched to the back.

His smile is also always a diculum, breaking the hearts of many young people who are new to the beat of romance in his life.

Broken, yes, just broken. Country girl understated.

"A wife is a husband's jewelry, so no one can wear it but the husband." His mother, always warning, so that Patimah will become the wife of sophisticated who understand to put themselves between the house and the yard

"What if my husband doesn't treat me like jewelry, Mom?"

Sometimes Patimah interrupts, but not to denounce mother's speech, he just wants to know how he can measure the limits of speed that a wife can do to face her husband and the environment where he takes a role in his world.

"Stay thou in the way of the shari'a of the Qur'an and the sunah, Patimah."

I occasionally take mother's advice.

"Then in certain respects. When you find an unwritten problem in the two shari'ah, you can jihad, do the use of reason and reason, by putting forward faith, ijtihad is really for good and benefit"

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Mom, dad. Wide hood that covers Patimah. Big compass skipper. Directions when the time comes Patimah must pedal the canoe of life that stretches in front of him, alone.

"Mother, but sometimes Mommy, is scared."

He again invited his mother to talk, put his head into his lap, the most comfortable place in the world, where his ears were filled with knowledge about her nature as a woman, in the form of guidance. Then ended the "hariring kinanti and haleuang asmaranda" mother's melodious voice, the introduction of a dream about her happiness accompanied a handsome husband, sholeh and perfect who made it a jewelry of the figure of the husband who will become the priest of the next world.

"Fear why, my son?"

"Fear, mom. Fear because many households fail, because the morality of the husband who treats the wife not as jewelry, but only toys, after being bored abandoned."

Patimah grabbed his mother's finger, placed between two hills in her chest that began to grow. The hill of life for his children.

His mother momentarily fell silent. Bagamana answered his son's questions wisely. He understood, sometimes God gives a soul mate for women, men beyond belief. Not everything is as expected.

"Patience and affirmation.Follow the orders of the husband except to order or invite maksiat. Be assured of everything that befalls people, not coincidences. But it is God's will how we can take on the role, passing the test of life. God will not be silent. Always keep the ease of every distress "

Now the silent Patimah, trying to digest every word his mother said. Expand the mind, in many soft men who become rough and rough become soft.

True said his mother, patience and sincerity is the estuary of all recana managers of life. He can only pray that God will give him a moral and apparently commensurate soul mate, so that he can comfortably take on the role, serve and take care of the husband who will be loved throughout his life.

Patimah went from her mother's lap, to her room. Open the window that he hesitated to open. He saw the figure of a handsome man waving his hands in the distance. The lambaian now began to grow to melt his heart, until again he smiled at the dikulum.

"O, handsome guy. Come, ask me to father and mother. Then I will follow you wherever you go. Am I not the jewel you will wear ?"

If the whispers of his heart are heard by men, who can resist them ?

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As usual, after morning prayers, while cooking water, he sweeps and mops the house, or if his mother mopps, then Patimah sweeps his small yard the most. No other activities, except in the afternoon, ba'da ashar, he will go to the mosque at the end of the village, to teach children to teach.

He does that every day, except Friday, the children are closed and Patimah is certainly more at home.

Like today, Friday afternoon, to eliminate saturation, he watered various flowers that he planted in his small yard, while carrying manure that he took from his chicken coop behind the house. He did not hesitate to hold the chicken manure which he then sprinkled into a flower pot or plants that he planted in the ground.

"Sir, Imaaah."

"Hi, Wati. Where are you going ?" He answered with a smile, but only for a moment, when he found out who Wati was with.

Patimah then pretended to be busy again watering the plants, even though her heart was pounding, as Wati walked with the man who yesterday waved her hand, standing at the end of the road.

"Streetings, Brother !"

Wati answered a little screamed, When Patimah turned her head, it turned out that Wati was far away, and simultaneously, the man who walked beside Wati looked back and reflexively waved again even for a moment.

Patimah wanted to avenge the wave, but the civilization of tradition prevented it, he should not show his interest in the opposite sex, let alone the person he did not know.

"Who, huh?" Whisper heart. He just thought maybe he was his brother Mang Karya who was playing or was looking

job.

Tomorrow afternoon, Patimah as usual, went to teach teaching, his neck could not bear to not glance at Mang Karya's house, he hoped yesterday's man was there. But at that time there was no. Also when he came home to teach, he was still like that, glancing at Mang Karya's house, the same man, nothing. There was even Wati who called him.

"What's up, Wati ?"

There was a sense of excitement when Wati called him, there was a reason to be able to pay more attention to Mang Karya's house.

"Sister, please Wati, help fill out the form ?"

Wati tugged at Patimah's hand to enter his house.

"What form ?"

"Isian entered Junior High right Wati this year Junior High, Brother?"

Patimah then followed Wati's will, sitting at home, while filling out the form with a pencil that he wrote thinly, later plagued with balpoin written directly by Wati.

"Duh, Neng Imah, his punten, Wati has been troublesome, who else wants to go for help, mother is also not finished,"

Wati's mother, appeared while carrying a glass of tea water.

"Ah, the water is just impatient, right brother said, later tonight you do.?"

Patimah's ears stood up, when he glanced at the direction of the voice, his cheeks were red, his heart was racing so fast, the one sought before him.

"Subarkah "

He invited Patimah salaman. Patimah just stared at the man in front of her.

"Patimahs "

He just put his palms together on his chest, did what his mother taught him, do not come into contact with the foot that is not your muhrim, except in very forced circumstances.

Patimah also a moment later asked his mother Wati, half ran to grab his bicycle he led to his house, leaving Subarkah who was amazed to see the attitude of Patimah so.

Subarkah was like being hit by magic, staring at Patimah until he entered his house. He felt his feelings crossed his reasoning as a practical and almost free city youth. Looking at Broken is like seeing something new in your life. No regrets he chose village life after decades in a city that has almost no manners.

"Patimah," he hissed.

Once again he turned his eyes to where the woman had disappeared, the soul mate seemed to have been stuck, because at that time, Patimah was closing the window of his room, turning first to the house Mang Karya, Mang Karya, he saw Subarkah looking at him while waving his hand. He blushed, then smiled at the dikulum, making Subarkah's chest like being hit by an arrow that was released by Patimah.