JUST FRACTURE
CHAPTER 20

Maybe not, maybe not the question continues to wander in Subarkah's mind about maybe not, he has been related like a husband and wife with, Nenti. when he is not remembering anything.

"It is not a matter of maybe or not, obviously two men with women are in one house, sleep one bed only, it is still illegal law, then it is natural that society then takes action."

But then remember the words of guru najai who brought his papa home

"Then the marriage, the conditions are fulfilled, you two are both not in a state of marriage bonded with the other, there is a guardian on the part of the woman, she said, there are witnesses and there are religious experts who act as rulers, in my opinion, marriage is legal in the religion we profess"

Last teacher najai added

"Marriage is sacred, there should be no doubt in it, so it is wrong to be the right and obligation as a husband and wife,"

Subarkah was really dizzy thinking about that. Carrying out the obligation as a husband feels something is lame in his heart. If a living is born it may still be given to Nenti, but a living bathin? How can he do it, because there is not the slightest love for Nenti.

"If you feel heavy about your bath life, no matter what, you just ignore it first, son, son, until waiting for the results of your hair and blood sample examination there is a result from the forensic lab from Australia that has been sent by the police."

Remember the words of his papa, make his heart a little calm, he will do his duty as a husband to give him a living born, at least six months as his papi said.

He then went to find friends while studying at the Faculty of Agriculture, looking for clues where Budi, his friend who first gave a big problem in his life.

On the other hand, Patimah, who has been replacing Subarkah for several days, can already use his own office to sit looking across, focusing on the office of the man who once made him so happy, now the man was not seen after his last departure with no word of the word, except for his stab to the heart of Patimah, leaving a wound so deep

"Kang, where you are, I still hold hope, what happened to you is not due to willfulness, but the plan of God that has not allowed us to walk side by side. Come, Kang, if only now you're already someone's, let it be, I just want to see you standing in the window throwing a smile."

Broken to a halt playing in the shadows, after seeing a luxury sedan stop in front of Subarkah's office, a girl came down, tugging at the tip of her mini skirt from lacy jeans, walk towards the mothers who work in the sorting place.

"Hey, why are you guys glaring ? Never seen a pretty girl, have you ?

There was a loud, shrill voice to the end of the building. The mothers immediately stopped working, some were standing staring from top to bottom, from bottom to top.

"Eh ...Malah on silence ? Do you know who I am? I'm your boss's wife you know ,? Where's my husband's office key, bring it here !"

Before long Mang Karya was seen in a hurry and handed the key to the woman who then went up the stairs to Subarkah's office, as she was opening the door, a glimpse of Patimah standing behind the window. Brokimah quickly turned her eyes into the void of the vegetable garden

"O, that's heraa "

Whisper of the heart of Patimah who then left the office, asked Mang Karya to accompany him to see the rank of goat maintenance that yesterday there are residents, hundreds of goats for fattening. He walked with his chest puffed up, pulling his cowboy hat slightly forward to help his wide sunglasses fight the rays. Broken to know someone is watching him behind his ex-lover's office.

Along the way he could not be separated from the gaze of the people who were working on the plantation, while clucking to imagine a tall white and dense body beside his bed, like a cat looking at a sword on a plate, he will certainly devour it until the thorns are soft, not left.

"Huuhhh"

After a long time they only realized, what he imagined, the daughter of a neighbor, whose childhood was thin, small and suffered from poverty that afflicted him.

Brokimah himself when he reached the rank, immediately called his supervisor, he told the technical until the supervisor really understood. After that, Broken control of organic waste bins, he seems satisfied because most have been transported to the dairy farm and some other place to the organic fertilizer processing, organic fertilizer, all of which are his responsibilities in the new division of PT SUBARKAH.

"Mang Karya, at any time, help me to remind them, so that what we plan is on target huh ?"

Before returning home he remembered Mang Karya. Then she got into the van Alvard car that her late husband had bought. Before the road car, he had a glance, the woman believed to be Subarkah's wife, standing behind the glass, looked at him questioningly.

It was bad to go home, all the way he wondered, where is Subarkah, where,? Why his wife did not come. Then he should position how on her ? Or maybe he has a mandate from Subarkah to replace his duties?

If that was the case, he would keep it half dead. He will fight for his right to lead. He will enforce the rules of the game, as the owner of sixty percent more, shares of the company.

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Starting from the invitation coming from the Ministry of Industry, with the word 'SHOULD' and the sentence 'SHOULD NOT BE REPRESENTED', both in capital letters, and shown, have the leaders follow the directions and training for one week from the relevant department

Brokenly confused, who should attend the event, because if he attended it, then who will take care of the company here ? Subarkah negligence is not yet appointed representatives or below such as divisions that specifically handle the workforce.

There was no other choice but to contact Subarkah, but his phone was contacted several times, dead. He tried to ask Mang Karya and some other people, maybe Subarkah has another number, the result is nil.

Mang Karya can only help by giving a copy photo of Subarkah ID card that is still left in the wallet, he said when managing the domicile of Subarkah to Pak RT.

Broken really dizzy should how, because if the invitation is not attended, worry about the permission of this company is not concerned, if he must attend, it means having to relinquish responsibility to others, it means having to relinquish responsibility to others, but to whom ,?

He looked again at the photto coppy Subarkah ID card for the last few times, until finally in one and a half days left, he decided however he should be able to meet Subarkah.

"Mang Amir, never been to Jakarta ,"

On returning home from work, Patimah asked Amir, his driver.

"Tournament ? "

"Yes, Jakarta"

"Never again, ma'am. I was two years less there, so Metro mini kernet "Mang Komar replied again with his distinctive Sundanese accent. Atuh !

"Benefy Mang ?"

"That's it, Mom. Why would I lie ,?"

"Tomorrow morning, seven o'clock, we leave for Jakarta. Don't forget, seven o'clock ,!"

Broken it felt relieved, the burden of his mind began to decrease, he opened the car desboard, there was a mirror. He smiled at the dikulum.

The next morning is Broken, dressed succinctly, dressed in jeans, a black sweeter with a matching veil without glasses. He eagerly boarded the car followed by Bi Isah's eyes with his mother.

"Patimah, happy mother, your flying is getting loose "

Right, Mang Amir is reliable. After arriving at the address according to the ID card, he only needed to ask twice, to stop his car in front of a large two-story house, the yard was neatly arranged and very neat.

Mang Amir came down through a small door, next to a large gate. I don't know what was discussed, a little later Mang Amir was in front of the steering wheel, went to the page followed

the housekeeper who was talking to Mang Amir.

Broken a little thumping, he followed the guard until the big door opened, standing middle-aged woman, looking still beautiful who then approached, inviting greeting.

"Patimahs "

After saying his greeting, Patimah introduced himself, but only answered with a smile, then let Patimah in.

"Who are you looking for ? "

After the two sat down, the female homeowner immediately asked, with a flat face

"If there is, I'd like to see Mr. Subarkah he's my coworker, Mom"

"O, huh ? Is there a Subarka, just a minute ? ,"

Then he shouted as he turned to the end of the second floor stairs. A moment later he nodded. He felt like he was hypnotized, instantly liking his guests.

"Subarkaaaah, get down, son ! There's a guest for you ,!" After that, he called his son's name again.

"Whoever goes up, Miiih.."

Broken Hearts thumped at the voice of the answer from above. The voice was familiar to him, a voice that could keep his eyes open all night.

"Ehhhh, this is a girl ! Broken ,!,"

From the top there was no answer, the music was immediately turned off.

"Let's take a sip !"

The woman in front of him shouted again, but still there was no answer, until a man went down the stairs, then in the second place, he stood for a while to look at his guest.

"Patimahs..."

Her slash was choking, mimoi, because the woman she always missed was suddenly so close.

"Hey, why ? See the ghost ,?"

The woman who turned out to be her mother Subarkah rebuked her son who did not take his eyes off his guests.

Subarkah down again. Patimah stood up to shake hands with Subarkah.

"What's up, Say.., uh Patimah ,"

Subarkah almost slipped call dear, but it was enough to make her mother suspicious, this guest is a special person for her son.

He looked at the two who looked nervous, Subarkah who then sat on a small sofa, while his female guests also sat with their heads bent. But honestly he was interested in Patimah since getting off his fancy van. Her shady look, polite and beauty seemed to unravel with her slow but clear words and gestures that hinted at respect for her. She then left the two, went into the room to inform him of the arrival of the patimah, to Mr. Subrata, her husband

"Patimah ? "

Mr. Subrata immediately woke up from the ruins, he felt familiar with the name, then he remembered the name called by Mang Karya time on Subarkah plantation.

"Old and chatty huh ? Yes pantes he's here, surely because it's not good care of the company, since our son rest here "

"Hus ! Papi's mouth is just the origin of the snack. Beautiful know ! If she could be our daughter-in-law, thanksgiving mom, Pih "

Hearing that, Mr. Subarkah immediately stood out of the room, from behind the closet he nnitip Patimah who was conversing with his son, Subarkah.

"Where, Pih ? "

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