JUST FRACTURE
CHAPTER 3

After dawn prayers. His mother's father had already left with so much food for the people who had been working on the broken irrigation dike last night, that it flooded many rice fields that were soon being harvested. Including rice fields directed by his father and mother Patimah

It rained early this time. Usually after a big harvest. The annual cycle has changed without any sign of the beginning. Usually farmers estimate the season by looking at the stars and wind direction.

Patimah is also concerned. Dad's income must have diminished a lot. And Patimah can only resign, this year it is not so replace the broken roof bike. The bicycle he used to go to teach naji in the big mosque at the end of the village.

While outside, the rain that had stopped, came back down bigger. Broken also went into the room, collapsed, looked at the ceiling of the house, where the heart thief hid. Subarkah, yes Subarkah the man who not only stole her heart, but accompanied her everywhere she went.

"Kang, if you were my soul mate. To be the husband God gave me. I want your little house to be even smaller, so I can easily find you."

Broken wishful. Then he grabbed a roll beside her. He hugged very tightly. Two large hills in his chest pounding imagining Subarkah's face falling there. The whole kutu is sensitive, running wild as if Subarkah's burly hand touched it.

But there was concern, when Mang Karya called the man "Den", Mister ! People who are highly respected by Mang Karya. Don't-don't Subarkah is the owner of the rice field that Mang Karya works?. If yes ? Broken hearted to be his wife. He realized, his family is mediocre. Life only relies on the results of rice fields that are divided in two with their owners. Even if there are more, it is obtained from the odd job of the father, who has the expertise to be a house builder.

"Take it in ! It's okay to turn too. Poor cold!"

Reverie Patimah instantly crumpled. I heard a noise in front of the house. He quickly exited the room. Found many people in the middle of the house with clothes on wet.

He saw his father wearing a sarong by his mother, crying. Another man was wearing a father in a thick jacket.

"Ceu, good today also take it to the hospital. If you agree, I'd like to go ahead and find rural transportation, huh, Ceu?"

It seems Mr. RT said that to his mother. While his mother glanced at me, then looked at Mr. RT. Not a word came out of his mouth. He was like a confused person, Mr. RT also did not say anything else, other than saying goodbye, going out with the others, leaving Patimah alone with his mother.

'Father, it was suddenly stricken with stroke when we rested in the saung because the rain was too heavy and the embankment that from the morning was repaired, broke down again flooded the rice fields higher."

Broken listening, then crying dry his father's wet hair. He saw his mouth pulled to the right, so he could only look at Patimah, difficulty speaking.

"What do we need to do, ma'am ?" Patimah tried to ask his mother who was still sobbing while massage the feet of the father.

"Later we try to talk to dad.how to find a fee to take dad to the hospital. Mom doesn't have much money. Except the rice in the kitchen stock we live until harvest later."

Mom is a little calm now. He wiped away the remaining tears, with the end of the kebaya.

"Or how about we try to borrow Mr. Marjuki. Will we pay for the harvest ?"

Mother extended her neck to get closer to Patimah.

"Mr Marjuki ?" I was shocked to hear that name. The name of the owner of the rice field whose father worked. Old man with beautiful eyes. No shame clucked when one time saw Patimah out of the bathroom just wrapped in a towel. It just so happened that Patimah did not know the man was visiting at his house.

But where else to go ? Borrowing from a neighbor who doesn't have better economic conditions ?"

"Maybe yes, Mom. But who's going there ?" Broth asked.

"It must be mom, son. You're still a kid. Just pray that Mr. Marjuki will give."

His mother answered, her hands rubbing the broken hair through her shoulders. Black shiny.

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For more than a week, Subarkah has restrained himself. The window never opens. He could no longer see the woman standing there.

"Patimahs. My heart is too agitated. I'm supposed to move house tomorrow, to that little house. But I don't know. I want you to be the first to hear this news. But how do I tell you if I don't know where you are."

Subarkah looked back at the window. His longing turned into an extreme anxiety. She was worried that the woman had forgotten.

"Om Barkah, nyari sister Imah, yes ?"

Wati is in Subarkah's arms. Like knowing what's on Subarkah's mind

"Kak Imah, most also in the Hospital, Om "

Wati looked up, seeing the surprised look of Subarkah.

"Dad Brother Imah is sick"

Wati continued his words. Releasing his tadpole on Subarkah's arm, ran towards his friend who was standing on the side of the house.

"sickness ? What pain should hospitalize ?"

The next day Subarkah got news from Mang Karya, the pain of Patimah's father and where he was treated. That same day, Subarkah went to see Patimah's father. Buy first fruits and cakes, just souvenirs at the District Market.

Arriving at the ward where Patimah's father was being treated, he saw Patimah sitting pensive in the long chair of the Hospital terrace.

"Asalamualaikum."

Subarkah said his regards. Broken up in order to see the man in front of him.

"Greetings alaikum."

Slowly, almost in disbelief, the shadow of the man who always followed where he went, suddenly his figure was real, standing before him.

"Kangs.." Still slowly, then stand up

"Who's Kang with ?" Continue while spreading your eyes around.

"on its own. Mang Karya still has a little work "

Broken silence. His heart is full of happiness.

For a moment he could forget the sadness and anxiety of his father lying weakly in the ward.

Subarkah handed over her luggage, asking to be introduced to the father of Patimah's mother, who then received it kindly. The four of them were just chatting amiably, introducing themselves to each other. Especially Subarkah who feels like a newcomer to the village. Until finally the family of Patimah know that Subarkah people from the city, the owner of the rice fields that had been worked on by Mang Karya.

But that actually makes Patimah become worried. His guess means right. Subarkah, rich man's son.

"Cock quiet ? Don't be so sad, for each one carries his own destiny."

After outside, sitting together in a long chair, Subarkah began to open the conversation to see Patimah just silent.

"I don't know, I have to say to Akang,

besides being surprised, Akang visited here, even though Akang was no one of my family "

Patimah answered Subarkah's words while looking down to play with his finger.

"It was nobody, so I came here, so I could be anyone in your family "

"I mean ?"

"I mean, I want to get to know you and your family more closely"

Subarkah explained, then remained silent for a while. He is desperate this time will convey

the old feeling is dull.

"Patimah, look me in the eye "Subarkah continues until Patimah looks into his eyes.

"Since the first time I saw you standing at the window, I couldn't help but look at you closer. Then God made it easier when I could see you closer at home which I would later call "Subarkah silent again for a moment. His throat was too dry and heavy to convey his intentions.

"Then ? " But interrupts. The man took too long to continue his words.

"Then,... Then I felt that ever since, you have bound my heart very tightly, always remembering you, and I realized, I have fallen in love with you, Broken." Subarkah's throat was wet again, relieved to be able to convey his feelings straightforwardly.

Same with Patimah. He was happy, so happy to hear it. He did not expect God to answer so quickly the question in his soul, about the man to be given to him.

"Keep, how do you answer, Broken?"

Subarkah waited for an answer from the woman who was just silent, staring so closely at her who was hoping for anxiety

"I'm Kang too, same," Broth finally replied weakly.

The sky in Subarkah's crown is bright because of happiness. The girly was together. He wanted to hug the woman in front of him, long, long time.

"Thank you, O God.."

* Aih the Akang Berbunga... *