JUST FRACTURE
CHAPTER 9

Along the way, Nenti frenzied, because his phone was not raised, so did the text and whats ap also not reciprocated, even though his marriage to Subarkah, less than a month away. He wants his pre-wedding photos immediately made to be included in the invitation card.

In addition, there is a lot to talk about, such as who should be invited, whose artists will be brought, buildings, makeup, art organizers and others. Subarkah her future husband was not clear news, too focused on his project in the village.

"What project ? If you want to be a farmer, why go to school all the way to Thailand? Illiterate people can only if they want it ?"

His grunts when he had entered the village road that had not been paved.

"Try, the way is like this, strange how can it be hard here for months ? What if I was his wife? Where do you shop, where is a good salon ? "

He was constantly nagging and only stopped after arriving at his destination, pas happened to be not far from the place was down manure that smells not kepalang for people whose nose is not used to smell animal feces, such as Nenti whose stomach immediately nausea.

He looked at the small house where Subarkah lived, but found nothing empty. Then he walked far enough to the building where the sorting, also did not see Subarkah there. Only two three women were sorting out vegetables.

"Mom, see Subarkah no ? "

Without saying any greetings, or pleasantries, Nenti asked one of the women there. The one being asked was a little shocked by the person asking like that.

"Sir Subarkah's young boss, Neng ?"

But finally the woman replied, while looking at the clothes worn by Nenti, the shirt is limited to the thigh, with a payu dara poking out.

"How many Subarkas are there, ma'am ?"

I asked the woman back. His eyes glared slightly, judes and arrogant.

While the woman only pointed her index finger at the building a joint that serves as the office of her young boss. Nenti followed the direction of the index finger, visible Subarkah standing in a window that was deliberately left open.

Nenti went straight there, up the stairs, without saying even if only just saying thank you.

Upon arriving there, Nenti immediately hugged Subarkah who retreated to the back of several

step. He was caught up with the mothers of his workers

all of them were staring at him.

"Hey, what the fuck is this ?"

Subarkah tried to take off Nenti's embrace, then sat down in her office in shame.

"Nen, this is a religious village, not worthy of cuddling like that. Uncommon, disgraceful deeds ! "

Subarkah immediately said so, rather loudly, while Nenti pretended not to hear, he sat at the work desk, facing Subarkah who was mistaken to see Nenti's legs were straying, his thighs were open to the inside, he said, show off **********black color it is charged with.

"What is this thing ? Wedding's less than a month, but brother's cute ?"

"Annement ? Did you hear wrong ?"

"Wrong what ? That was the plan a year ago, the outcome of our two men's talks"

"You're here, you're not talking to my mom ?"

"Well, why should I be a child ?"

"Yes should have said "Subarkah stood up, his eyes looked around, to the papaya garden that was just planted yesterday. After that he looked at Nenti.

"You should talk to our parents first, let you know, our marriage is back next year !"

Nenti loithed, his tattoo eyebrows frowned, disappointed and disbelieving.

"Why should I be pushed back? We don't have any problems so we have to buy more time, just to get married ?"

"Your germs say ? Marriage is a big event, Nenti ! Sacred, sacred, the milestones of our life change towards the next day. How did you say it was just a ?"

Subarkah was riled up to hear Nenti's words that facilitated the marriage

"After all, I won't get married before this vast land is planted. After the capital purchase of this infrastructure is completed returned to papi and mami." Subarkan continued his words that had stopped for a while. While Nenti also no longer interjected, he exited the room, headed straight for his car, bringing disappointment, Not accepting Subarkah's attitude so harshly treated him

"Let's see, Subarkah what I can do." Nenti started his car, headed home.

Meanwhile, Mr. Marjuki does not usually ride an ojek, meet his former driver in the village next door, not far from the house of the parents of the patimah. How serious he was, wanting to make a wife happy for the three years he had been married for nothing. He had actually thought about this for a long time. Since a year after he lived together in a house bought in the name of his wife Patimah. He now has to give himself up, his life will change, somehow he no longer wants to think about it

"Like a wife who benefits the husband based on his nature as a woman, taking care of the house, washing, preparing meals and others and dressing at home to please the husband as well "

Yes, which is useful for other creatures, He continues to think, if he is his position as a husband, what does his wife get from him ?

Mr. Marjuki reached into the handkerchief in his pants pocket. She had her eyes full of imagining his sholeh wife, a wife who never once interrupted what the husband said, as long as it was for good.

"Kulu ma'ruf shodaqotun, any kindness is shidaqoh "

"Yes, my darling, I will pray for you. This one's for you." Whisper Mr. Marjuki's heart.

Ojek drove on the road that has not been paved, slowly, soon to the destination.

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Her mother, Patimah, had just arrived home, followed by her husband later. He was preparing to warm the leftover rice this morning. While her husband was taking a shower.

Outside, someone greeted me while knocking on the door. He instantly turned off the newly turned stove, walking open the door. Seen Mr. Marjuki standing there and in the street seems like a motorcycle taxi driver sitting in his motorbike smoking cigarettes

"Eh Mr Marjuki ? Greetings waalaikum, let's go in sir?" He let his son-in-law in.

"His father is taking a shower"

She said as soon as she went to the kitchen, made warm tea for her guests, and her husband just came out of the bathroom

"Who's mom, looks like there's a guest ?

"Our son-in-law sir, Mr. Marjuki"

"Oh, what is it, not usually? Alone or with Broken ?"

"It looks alone, the case is also tumben use ojek. Already sir, face it son-in-law who knows what's important ?"

At that time, his mother Patimah put two glasses of warm tea on the tray, then took him to the middle of the house, to where Mr. Marjuki was sitting on a wooden chair as usual when visiting.

"Mother, what's going on here? Maybe something to say"

Patimah's mother who began to ask her guests, always so because her husband when talking a little difficult, her mouth is still slightly pleasing to the left. While Mr. Marjuki did not immediately answer, he opened a wide roll of books wrapped in newspapers. It turned out to be a land certificate book.

"Look, Mr. Sir, please don't tell Patimah "Mister Marjuki was silent for a moment staring at the glimpse of Broken's mother and father.

"I give the rice field to Patimah, approximately five hectares, the rice field at the end of this village, the exact location tomorrow the person who temporarily worked here to show it to father and mother "

Patimah's father and mother immediately gaped at his mouth hearing that, between believing in not, while Mr. Marjuki drank the tea minumah that had been served by his mother-in-law.

"This is the land letter. Don't let Patimah know, I'm afraid he's angry with me, because I'm sure he won't accept."

"But this is right, sir ?" His mother Patimah cut the words of her son-in-law, as she sipped some more tea water.

"Yes right, Mom, when I'm messing around?" Mr. Marjuki smiled as he replied that.

"Yes but why? And this much, O God?"

Ibu Patimah was relentlessly prying Mr. Majuki with questions.

"Because he deserves it, after what he's done to me all this time. Patience, taking care of me painfully, without complaining and never hurting me with words or with actions "Mister Marjuki explained, but after saying that, the look on his face changed slightly, a little gloomy and his eyes glazed over

"Sir, Mom, I thank you to you and Mom for giving me angels in the last three years of my life.

He has taught me so much that my life is brighter. He never taught, but set an example from the beginning since I married him by doing everything in sincerity."

Mr. Marjuki touched the inner corner of his eye with a finger, holding back the water that was flooded there, but was unbearable because it finally flowed by the side of his nose. He was crying in front of his mother and father-in-law who at the same time shed tears. She is proud to have a strong daughter to her religious beliefs, placing her husband first. He knew who his son's heart should be, except for the man he loved so much. Subarkah, a handsome, well mannered, hardworking man and the same as Patimah, was very afraid of his Lord.

"Then I say goodbye, again please, do not let Patimah know first "

Mr. Marjuki came home with a big heart, then he stopped at a mosque, because soon the adzan magrib was proclaimed.

* Still Continuing *