JUST FRACTURE
CHAPTER 2

After completing his S1 lecture at the Faculty of Agriculture, Subarkah chose to go to the village, asking his father, and, to be made a simple house on the edge of the rice field owned by his father was also purchased about 5 years ago and the rice field was then conventionally worked by Mang Karya, acquaintance father there by sharing the results when it's time for the rice to be harvested. How much each harvest yielded, he did not know, because yesterday-yesterday, it was his father's business with Mang Karya.

"An ordinary acre produces 2 or 3 tons of wet grain, Den."

Mang Karya called Subarkah with the call Den, signifying respect for the young in front of him.

But this time Subarkah should know, for the preliminary data. Because in his head there are so many plans. He wants to apply the knowledge obtained in college on the land he has. The land that stretches. Land that has been cultivated with traditional, with hereditary knowledge in the village that has been several days starting to live.

He asked Mang Karya a lot, The result he recorded on his device, while the harvest was less than a month.

He wants the 5 hectares of land to become industrial agriculture. Become the first agro business there, which can absorb a lot of labor. Especially Mang Karya. He wants the Mang Karya family to have more income than now, which is based only on rice fields that can only be harvested 2 times a year.

"Mang Karya don't worry about my arrival here. I will not reduce the income of Mang Karya, but only God willing can raise it. After the harvest, we'll work it my way together."

One night, Subarkah pacified Mang Karya and his family.

"Emang believes Den. Aden high school, must have understood better, than Emang who does not school"

The cover of the chat that night, made Subarkah heartened. Mang Karya did not seem to be bothered by his presence there. Earlier he saw Mang Karya spirit leveling the ground for his plan, building a small stilt house only, as a temporary residence. The place where he would knit his dream to become a farmer.

Subarkah to the room. Laying down on a sheet of mat, head stuffed with a bag of clothes, a substitute for pillows. He smiled at his own life choices like this, shying away from the luxury his father offered to continue his school in Germany.

"As far as you! Life is a choice. If that's what you want, at most 2 years, I give you time. If it works, go on. But if it fails, the father's part that determines, you have to go where and how ,!"

A moment to imagine, the last time his father spoke. Then a few days later he was here, enjoying the silence and the cold wind that slipped on the gap of the bamboo room, carrying the sounds of cihcir and crickets as the music of the night

"What are you saying, girl ?"

Instantly he remembered a shady face, with the veil stretched out to his back.

"Patimahs "

Stick that name in his memory. Subarkah was agitated, imagining a dikulum smile. There was an odd vibration ambushing the emptiness of his heart.

This time he was really entangled in charm with the woman he saw first, standing at the window. The woman who even hid her face to avoid the man's gaze and ran away carried her red cheeks.

"O, girl.""

Subarkah is entangled in wishful thinking.Compare Brokimah with the woman he knows on campus and in the city where he lives. Erna, Popy, Silvy and many others, are fashionable with mick-up faces and do not hesitate to embrace men, friends or girlfriends in the open. Make your appearance to be the front.

While Patimah ? Even too simple.

It still holds firmly to the tradition of generally village women, who clash everything on customs and religion. Especially Patimah, after three times seeing it, did not change. Shirt brackets with sebetis kebat cloth and veil back.

It is he who does not put appearance to the forefront, but his shyness and politeness to the forefront.

"O, girl, I want to come, see your smile. Then we go wherever you want..."

Subarkah finally fell asleep. In his dream he met Patimah who invited him to fly across the clouds, where the two shared a smile, explaining the contents of the room.

Subarkah fell into a deep sleep with both feet held together like roasted shrimp.

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There was no place to shelter from the wet, except for the small stilt house that had just been completed. So he ran there, stood at the end of the plate, and then wagged his wet veil

He momentarily felt the turtle in the shell. too restrict his eyesight only from the house to the yard, so he did not know since when this house stood. Small with lots of glass windows. Looks like the owner of this house wants a breeze coming in and out.

" Ahem ! "

Someone opened the door from the inside. I was stunned to know who. Wasn't this last man possessed of his days ? While the rain is getting thicker, the water is carried by the wind to the bottom.

"Hey, just come in, it's wet ?!"

He told Patimah to come in, but Patimah hesitated, how could he enter while inside there was only the man.

"Let's go in, behind there's Mang Karya kok ?"

The man seemed to understand the hesitation of Patimah to enter. Then he cried out to Mang Karya, beyond the sound of the wind and the rain roaring outside.

"Yes, Den !"

Sound of answers. Mang Karya appears from the back of the inside. The approximation may serve as a kitchen. He was relieved, and then he sat in the bamboo chair. For a moment he swept his eyes around, looking at all the items and furniture that were all new.

"Don't you remember me ?"

Broken in shock, staring at a glance. The man sat in the chair face to face, his hand holding a glass of tea that was still hot. While Mang Karya had disappeared again to the back, he seemed to continue the work there.

"Yes. Kang Subarkah right ?"

Broth replied softly, his voice trembling slightly, affected by his thumping chest.

God is giving too much today. He wanted to see it, but not this close ?

"Let's drink, let's get warm ?"

Subarkah offers to let Patimah drink warm tea in front of him.

"Yes, just a minute, thank you."

This time they looked at each other, threw smiles, exchanged blows. They may be grateful for the rain that is still falling outside, so they can quickly get close, so then they can chat smoothly. Sometimes Subarkah looks chuckled, or a priest who forgets to stoop a smile, teasing him with a loose laugh that he covered with his veil.

After the rain stopped, Patimah pamit. walked lightly to the house, sometimes he looked back, maybe the small house was still visible, he still wanted to be there, he still wanted to be there, he still wanted to stare at the man for longer, but that was impossible, the tradition was binding in him. Do not linger together because there will be a third demon.

Subarctica is too. He continued to stand at the door, staring at the back of the woman who had controlled his heart, until it was lost in the street.

"Patimahs... "

He called the woman's name, slowly but surely. He wanted to tell Patimah about the love he endures, for fear of being considered too soon to convey.

"Sometimes later, Broken..."

He left the door open. The wind really sneaks in, up to the pores of the body. Subarkah is cool since he closer to seeing a smile Broken off than before that is just a dikulum.