JUST FRACTURE
Chapter 28

Nenti only once home, when his parents have not moved to his mother's hometown in South Bandung at the very end, continue the family tradition of being farmers in the garden relics of his mother Nenti. It happened two days before his house was seized by the bank.

Nenti had indeed been quiet for a long time somewhere after knowing, Gatot had been detained by the police. He had no idea that Mr. Subrata had in fact retracted his report to the police at Subarkah's request, yang felt no need to extend his affairs after he felt his heart was relieved because it was proven to never tarnish Nenti's sadism.

Subarkah just wants to focus on his work and establish communication with Patimah, the ideal woman since the first look at him standing behind the window, long ago when he first came to the village with big ideals, he said, building a plantation agricultural industry that became the basis of science that he owned

"If I'm overheating ?"

"I'm Sidratulmuntaha, the tree of heaven that will set you on a 700-year journey of riding."

"If I'm rained ?"

"I'll be a universal umbrella that'll knock you down as long as I can."

Then, the dream of two people who love each other, allowed God to walk together, holding each other in a guarantee chair.

So at half-night, two brides whose eyes are reluctant closed until relatives and friends no longer hear his voice, he said, they had just walked into the room they had previously made up with hopes of the future.

"Darling,...,"

"The...."

Their voice was too slow to be heard from outside, even the grunt was not able to cross the sound of the night, Subarkah led Patimah from below, up every pull of his breath to the top of the climb, repeatedly until the birth,

let all the clothes of both, scattered on the floor of the room, so as not to disturb the bride who then sleep soundly on the shoulder of the man she always missed.

The thick smoke that came out of his mouth then faded in the wind from the vehicle.

Nenti, who then walked and sat on a long bench dikios the cigarette smoker. Her tears were floating, regretting what she had done all this time, to make her life and her family fall, nosediving at the lowest point along the way.

He coughed for the umpteenth time. He pressed his chest again that was getting sick, TB had infected him, making his body thin and making a striped nose man no longer want to ask him out on a date in exchange for some money to extend his life for another day. Yeah, maybe another day.

FINISHED

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Finally the short story of Patimah selesei until here.

thank you very much to those of you who have read the story until the end.

there are many shortcomings

but it is based on many stories that I release that are not long, starting from My dear Jadulku, patimah and later the story of the red light is not long, only dozens of episodes. because my writing is published not for profit but purely so that what I write does not disappear just like that, thanks if it could be a consolation for others 😁

maybe I will soon re-release my dear old me for season 2 my dear (not ) my old school or I can also interlude with the story of red light 🤭

again, I would like to thank all of you who have read this story..