JUST FRACTURE
CHAPTER 5

Time has been determined. The wedding will be next week. Patimah's father is also at home, can walk even though slowly and his speech is clearer, only his mouth is still a little fun. His mother can also smile, the money given by Mr. Marjuki is enough for his daily needs for a year. Even Patimah, he no longer wants to come out of tears, his desire to make his mother's father happy, making him sincerely entrust to a destiny that must not be avoided. She tried to accept the old man to be her husband who will take care of her honor and disgrace.

"Good wife, is the husband's jewelry"

Ustadz Mansur repeatedly said that to his tausi. There was only one wedge in his heart. How to explain this to the man who had been filling the recesses of his heart? Subarkah, O Subarkah, the man who has spread long hopes about the beauty of the next day, coexist, mutually reinforcing the joy of grief, the foundation of love that every moment flounders.

"Kang, if I get hot?"

"I am Sidratulmuntaha, the tree of heaven that will set you up for 7,000 years of riding."

"If I'm rained ?"

"I'm a wide, universal umbrella that follows you everywhere you go"

Ah.. The conversation in his delusion was so seductive. It was too heavy to forget the addictive vibe of romance in his soul. But must! All of that must be ended immediately before it becomes a thorn in the future.between the legs no one should be hurt

"Kang, finally we should forget each other..."

Then he walked gontai towards the small house on the edge of the rice field. Subarkah who held back angrily, grasped both hands of Brothat after Patimah conveyed about her marriage to another, not her

"I want to know, because why did you accept marrying her, when she was much older than you, Broken ?"

Of course Subarkah was shocked to hear the words of Patimah who accepted being married to a man who was much older than him.

"I'm little Kang, I can't fight fate, when you need tens of millions for treatment"

"Money ?"

"Yes, Kang.That was borrowed from my future husband, and then we couldn't pay it off."

"Why don't you talk to me about it ? How much to pay, I can afford it, Patimah."

Broken speechless. Yeah why didn't you talk to him yesterday.

"I'm too heavy to talk to you about it, I'm afraid you think I'm using you, because I know you're rich. I don't want to be like that, Kang?"

Finally, Patimah answered the reason.

"Here is Broken, let's go to your house, how much your family owes. I'll pay for it!" Subarkah stood up, his teeth grinding clearly, enduring disappointment and anger. That handsome face was so scary. Patimah embraced him, hugged him, buried his face in the field of his lover. Once this he did not care about customary ties and belief in his religion. No matter how haram hugged a man who is not his muhrim. He urged Subarkah to be lined up to a long chair.

"Kang, hug me, hug me "

Patimah kissed Subarkah's lips, unbuttoned her shirt, immersed her in the face of the man she loved.

It is not like Patimah usually, who always keep from being touched by men not his muhrimanya. Wild as wild as a mare coming out of his palace, dropping Subarkah to the floor plank.hugged tightly to the half-naked Patimah. His entire sensitive body had been overpowered by the evil passion that laughed watching him

"Get Kang, take it. Only you can take my chastity first.."

Fortunately Subarkah was aware. She knew that Patimah was becoming another woman, due to the pressure of the situation. The body of Broken.

"Istigfar darling..."

Subarkah sat still on the floor, dressed in brackets Patimah who then cried so-so. Subarkah thanked his God who had given awareness, so as to avoid great sin.

"Let's go see your parents. We should try it, who knows if we can still cancel your wedding."

Subarkah pulled Patimah's hand to stand up, taking her away.

"Let me go first, Kang. Later you follow, if we go alone, fear of slander in the eyes of people." It seemed like Patimah had been completely unconscious, walking out.

Half an hour later, Subarkah followed, visiting the house of his lover who was waiting at home with his father and mother.

"It can't be like that, son. We are educated by religion. Rejecting the promises, the hypocritical sign, the deeds that God hates so much"

His mother Patimah spoke, after Subarkah conveyed his intentions and arrival.

A short answer that leaves no loophole for Subarkah to say otherwise.

"Yes Den. Mom and dad are sorry, because the decision has been taken. Sorry also because yesterday did not come to ask for help Aden, because of mother's ignorance about Aden's kindness to be able to help the mother's family."

Subarkah. His heart was hurt so deeply. Happiness feels that someone robs him, but if he knows early, he can certainly maintain it.

After pleasantries to say happy for Patimah, he came home, walking straight down the road that was immediately dim

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The wedding was held simple, there was only one small tent to protect the invitation that came, neighbors around. Not distant relatives, invitations are only in the form of bewara in mosques and mushola

it is performed after the completion of the Ashar prayer.

It was on the agreement of Patimah as the only condition submitted to his father and mother. Patimah can not accept the gaze of people if they have to sit in the bridal seat in general. It is impossible to see the crush, which most people think, he wants to marry a man even older than his father, because of his property.

Mr. Marjuki is well known to the sedesa, has a large rice field that is spread in several places. Unfortunately, not only did that make him so well known, but one more thing, he was known several times to marry young girls, but never long, one and two years left him a widow.

"Patience to you, son. Do not be heard whispering people behind "His mother whispering Patimah while leading her into the room after the marriage contract that was held in the middle of the house. His mother wanted Patimah to calm down, not much of a thought.

Broken new out room before magrib to take ablution. While her husband had said the same mother wanted to go out first to take something in her house and will return maybe after a late night.

"Kang, if you were here now ?"

Subarkah's face was exposed in the window of the room, hand-ignored. His face was grim without a smile, but this time Brokimah did not pursue him to paint any more happiness with him. He let his lover's face fade behind the window that since he last came here he was tightly closed, very tight, so there was no need to leave a gap. That happiness has become pseudo, replacing it with sadness that he believes will be erased as well over time.

"Well, it's broken."

The window is knocked from the outside. Her husband came, then kissed her hand gently. Her husband looked tired, and Patimah swept him into the room,

"Why take a warm bath, or eat first ? Let me prepare."

The old man was stunned how well-mannered his newly married wife was ? His face was pale, slightly reddened. Mouth mute, do not know what to say, eat first, or shower first ?

"Dear, Father took a bath first, after that he just ate "He finally chose both of his wife's offers in one answer.

Then Imah opened the buttons and T-shirts in her husband, gave him a new towel, and led him into the bathroom

The old man was really clumsy, how would he want to take a shower, while to open his pants alone was embarrassed ? Broken understand. He came out of the bathroom. Preparing meals for both.

"Let the father be eaten, or shall I cry ?"

Again the old man was surprised by his wife's attitude. Much different from the time not married, impressed judes, and glances his eyes also look cynical. Why is it like this now ? Even until bedtime. He got into bed first, brought it calm and quiet, did not seem anxious or afraid to face it which was clearly much older.

"Dear, Father wants to ask, why are you this good, when it used to mean less like the Father? " Mister Marjuki finally let out a curious feeling while sitting sideways on the side of the bed.

"Father is now my husband. The priest of my hereafter. And my wife, the jewel of the husband, must obey and serve you "Patimah answered without burden.While her husband just looked at her fixedly, pulling Patimah down from the bed. And hugged him tightly. His hands began to flutter throughout the body of Patimah especially on the most sensitive body of a woman. I closed my eyes trying to enjoy it.

"if this is you.."

Whisper heart. But soon he patted, opened his eyes, saw the old man who was trying to strip him of the last clothes he was wearing. Patimah resigned, tonight the crown he had been protecting had to be released.

But what happened, the instant her husband's body collapsed onto the floor of the board. Broken tried to hold her back, but her hands were not strong enough to make her husband stand.

Broken in panic, then put back on the clothes that were scattered. He quickly knocked on the door of his mother and father. Before long his mother who came out first, asked what was wrong, but could not be answered. Broken knocking on the door his neighbor screamed

"Please..toloong!"

A moment later, several men and women came over, examining her husband's weakly drooping body.

"this should be taken to the hospital immediately!"

Someone called to remind Patimah who then reached into her husband's shirt, in his hand was lined with car keys, handed it to someone who claimed to be able to drive.

That night, Patimah was accompanied by her mother and two neighbors took her husband to a nearby hospital.