JUST FRACTURE
CHAPTER 6

After finishing cleaning the clothes of one full bag and one backpack that is also full, Subarkah sat leaning against the south wall of the middle house and looked very tired, very tired, drooping to feel his hope instantly annihilated. A broken love and a broken heart.

At once he almost did not sleep, thinking of his lover resting on all the turmoil, had been seized by people without he could do anything, without being able to fight and give up.

It was also so, feeling like Goddess Kunti in the kingdom of Astina, silent could not shout when her honor was torn apart Dursasana, before the establishment of the kingdom of Amarta.

Subarkah knows, Patimah accepted the marriage of the old man because of the circumstances that forced on his responsibility to the family, sacrifice as much as possible for the recovery of his father, because, it rests on such a strong belief in its religion that defending mother and father as absolute, for both as one of the open paths, towards heaven.

"Patimah, baby. How can I heal my wounds ? How can I get another strong woman as great as you ?" Subarkah, momentarily taking off a grudge in his heart, said to himself, covering his face with ten fingers, staring at the chair and floor boards, remembering the warm chest of the lover on his face. A desire that no woman has ever been able to arouse. His grunts were still smelled in his nose, a snort he would never smell again in the future.

"Patimah, my dear"

Outside the sound of cars stopping, Subarkah stood up, he was shaking the curtains to see. A pick-up has arrived that will take him to his parents' mansion in town. Yesterday he had talked with Mang Karya, to maintain his small house for as long as he was gone, because he had decided to re-examine all his plans for the next two years, he would fulfill the wishes of his parents, he said, continue to school, take a master's degree in agriculture in Bangkok Thailand, not in Germany.

He thought it was the only way to forget all the events here with Patimah, no longer anxious when going to the city through the lover's house with the window open, seeing the woman he loved so much standing there, he said, dream with a dikulum smile.

While Patimah was also anxious, outside the hospital VIP ward with her mother, waiting for the results of the doctor's examination, about her husband's pain that was rubbed inside with his mouth fitted with an oxygen supply device, had not been conscious since he was brought here.

"Who is Mr Marjuki's family ? "

a doctor accompanied by two female nurses stood at the door of the ward. Broken standing near him.

"I, doctor "

"Who is the patient "

"Wife, doctor "

the doctor smiled in disbelief, glancing at the paternal mother who was sitting in the long chair. But then he said

"Patients, suffering from acute diabetes, lab results on their blood sugar are already very high, 700.

Whereas normally 100 to 150, Dik ? And in some cases with sugar levels that high there are some dead "

the doctor was silent for a while, noticing the change of the face of Patimah who seemed to scrunch the jidat.

"Some cases, attacking the eyes, from reduced vision to blindness, and male virility function are also likely to be difficult to penetrate to permanent impotence "

Back the doctor stopped his speech, a few smiles staring at Patimah whose mouth suddenly lightened.

"Ok meanwhile, later if the patient seems aware, please tell the nurse picket there huh ? "

The doctor showed his hand to a room where the nurse was on standby.

"Yes, thank you, the doctor "Batimah agreed, and the doctor left her who immediately thought, sad or happy when she heard the word 'Impotent pernanen' that her husband might experience. But before long she went inside, seeing that her husband might have come to her senses. But no, she still lay pale, as pale as the first time came late at night, the night the bride should have taken her virginity crown.

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Two years passed, the world changed colors and looks, so did humans, some were facilitated, some were troubled as a form of balance, such as the rich and poor who are interconnected.

Like Patimah and her husband, both of them have a complicated household, young, healthy, agile and energetic Patimah while her husband, old, weak and her way of thinking begins to be pessimistic. But they still stay together, one house, one room needs each other. Patimah needs the livelihood, clothing and food given by her husband every time he needs, while for her husband, the existence of a wife Sesholeh Patimah is an extraordinary gift. He took care of his husband with heart, patient and sincere, since months in the hospital, who would want to turn off the diaper pads of his disgusting old filth ? Bribe a meal, bathe with a moisturizer almost all over the body, drink such a therapeutic remedy ? Up to two years less at home, nor was she any different, she was a wife who almost never interrupted the husband's request.

One morning in the house, when they were sitting on a couch together drinking warm tea, a new habit after Mr. Marjuki bought a new house not far from the hospital where he was treated, Mr. Marjuki called his wife's name, and he said, he wanted to say something that he had long held in his heart

"Yes sir, what do you need ?

Mr. Marjuki did not immediately answer, he held his wife's hands together.

"Are you unsaturated, all day at home, walk, Father will not forbid you ?"

Mr. Marjuki continued his talk. He felt sorry for his wife. He realized that women his age wanted to walk, dance, buy jewelry, or just plastered in a shopping center, unlike him every day just looking at the kitchen, room and yard.

"Where are you, sir ? Even if I will not want to leave you alone, after all this is the duty of the wife, not anywhere without the husband ?" Broth replied with a smile, rubbing the back of her husband's hand

"So you said, you're not going to do anything, buy a necklace, a bracelet or something ! You deserve it after all those years you took very good care of me. Jutru if you keep this up, limit your steps, make you sad."

And it is sad, because Mr. Marjuki is filled with tears, new tears can now come out again after the last one used to pour when his mother died. Then now out again because of the attitude of his wife who was so sincere in taking care of and caring for him at all times.

"Hi, papa !! "

Sounds of people calling him with the sound of the fence opened. It turns out that his daughter Tina came to carry two large plastic logo pictured in a particular shopping center.

"Tina ?"

Mr. Marjuki tried to stand up, assisted by his wife Patimah. They hugged three of them.

"Papa, look healthy huh ? "

Yet all the while, he shrank his remaining papa tears. Before entering, Tina had seen papa and her new mother holding hands.

"Mama Imah is also the same, healthy right ?"

While doing so, Tina hugged Patimah, her new mama was very tight. He loved his new mama so much that maybe a year here, before at first hating and suspicious of his new mama like other naughty women, doing a lot of ways to gnaw on his father's property. Unlike this one, Tina did not see any shrimp behind the stone, with her sincere attitude of caring, taking care of all the needs of her father very well.

He stayed here several times to know how his new mom took care of his dad. Hearing him teach a certain do'a do'a that has not been out of his father's lips for a long time. And one thing that made him shudder, how his new mama taught women like Tina, when he heard the melodious chant of reading the qur'an mushaf every time the magrib prayer and dawn.His sweet voice delivered up to the broth.

That made Tina turn very fond and respectful of Patimah, especially after seeing her father pray. He came to cry. A new sight for him.

"Dad wants to be healthy, Son. I'd love to have a pilgrimage with your mother who will be a guide for you."

One day his father said so. Increasingly adding to the length of the record changes his father in the future, since his new mama present in the life of his father and himself. The new mama, who may be younger than him, has changed the order of his family to be close to the guidance of religion. The youngest Tina and the eldest Tini, the two sons of Mr. Marjuki who in recent months decided to go headscarf, followed his father to learn to sort out the haq and the batil, the halal and the haram, respectively, so that he can be like Patimah, his new mother who binds herself hard to the shari'ah, qur'an and sunah that her prophet addressed.

"Among you there is something facilitated and there is trouble, but for the learned one degree between the two. "

Similarly, in other places, Subarkah got out of the plane that took him from Bangkok, after his master study could be completed well, with a commendable predicate, he returned to set foot in his homeland with an increasingly positive mind.

After a few days of rest at home, he wanted to immediately continue his ambition that had been delayed. Building a modern agricultural industry, opening up working land for rural people who have not been exposed to hard work and vitality in the profession of cultivating land, sowing it with seedlings, and then well maintained, after being harvested, and reared, disperse.

The backbone of the country is rarely revered by almost anyone who has been exposed to the glittering magic of the city.