Test Loyalty
Scratched Fractional Beling

Fathan's eyeballs sparkled when he saw a packet of potato chips that lived half a container of clear plastic on the kitchen table. His tiny hand then grabbed the snack and half ran over to the sister.

"Sir, I have food, we eat this first, yuk!" enthusiastically bring.

Fathan painstakingly opened the package that had been tied with the red rubber band. After successfully opening his hand took some potato chips and given to his sister.

Reza received it with a spring and immediately chewed it. But, just a few seconds he enjoyed his meal, the look on the boy's face immediately turned back to show his heart's annoyance.

"I don't want to eat this. Not good!" hysterical while throwing chips that are still in his fingers. Not without reason Reza refused food from the brother. That's because when he bit the chips that had been given Fathan turned out to be allotted and it was not feasible to be consumed anymore.

"But, there's no other food, Dek. It's just that this is doang," persuaded Fathan to try to calm his sister who began to whine back.

"I'm hungry, sister, want to eat rice," pinta Reza keukeuh.

Fathan opened the rice cooker, his heart was excited because in it there was still leftover rice that had begun to dry. He also did not think long again directly scooping the rice into the plate of the bell. His eyes glanced around looking for something that could be a friend of rice to be eaten. Near the stove the boy saw a ketchup bottle. Fathan grabbed it and poured it over the rice he was carrying.

Reza stopped whining when Fathan brought a plate of rice with soy sauce on it. The brothers then ate a plate of both very greedily because in the condition of his stomach which had been trying to resist hunger.

***

"Gue was horrified, yes, but, it's up to you to decide what is not," whispered Sarah in Sandra's ear.

"What, anyway?" search Sandra full of questions.

"If people say, if we feel disappointed with a man's attitude, then the antidote, yes, find another man to treat our hearts to stay sane," sarah began giving advice to Sandra.

"What can I do?" Sandra asked doubtfully. Because all this time he felt the fate of his love is not as smooth as other friends. So he always found it difficult to get a companion. Therefore, Sandra is very grateful to be married to the figure of Hariz who has a beautiful appearance through the intermediary of the mother. Sandra's beautiful and fashionable appearance was not able to guarantee herself to be able to reach sympathy and feelings of love from the opposite sex. So he often felt desperate and regret himself when he was still single.

"Calm down, San, you don't have to worry about this business, let me be the one who manages it" Sarah assures.

They both enjoyed the food in front of each other. After being satisfied chatting a lot of Sandra immediately say goodbye to go home first.

Sandra entered the house in a hurry. He returned home early to avoid being preceded by Hariz. His footsteps came to a halt when he saw the contents of the house like a ship breaking. On the floor of the middle room there are brownish rice grains scattered everywhere making the sole of the woman's feet become sticky because accidentally stepped on.

"Fatan ... Wake up! Why do you let the house fall apart like this!" hardikiknya while kicking the leg of Fathan who was sleeping with Reza. Television broadcasts were left on without anyone watching.

Fathan gasped as he awoke from his sleep. He blinked slowly trying to gather his consciousness that was still not fully gathered.

With an intonation of the sound rising Sandra told Fathan to keep the plate that had been used to eat himself and Reza who had not had time to put in the kitchen located at the back.

Fathan took the plate and put it on the table. Maybe because the narrative is too on the sidelines, unconsciously nudged by his own elbow when he was about to turn around. So that the object made from the shard was then dropped onto the ceramic floor which caused a prang sound that surprised Sandra who just entered her room.

"You said Fathan!" screeched Sandra while walking hurriedly towards the kitchen. He saw shards of shard already scattered on the floor.

"Ma'af, ma'am, I didn't mean it" said Fathan Lirih. He was worried about getting angry from his mother.

"Nonce you said, if this keeps running out of my stuff because of you!" snapped Sandra with her eyes glaring at Fathan so that the boy lowered his head in fear.

"Why are you standing still! Quickly clean the shard! sandra orders while pushing Fathan's back so that the boy falls down towards the scattering bells before him.

Fathan screamed hysterically while complaining of pain when there was a part of his body that felt pain mixed with pain and began to bleed fresh from the part of his skin that was injured due to scratches and stuck shards of shard that hit his knee.

"Am, Mom, it hurts, Mom .... !" he pityed towards Sandra hoping to be pitied by her mother continued. But, the incident that was in his eyes even made his emotions even more ignited.

"Hurry up and clean up! Don't cry!" hardik Sandra was without pity implied in the slightest from the look in her eyes.

"But my knee hurts a lot, ma'am," Fathan said.

"Mistake it yourself, why weren't you careful. Quickly clean up before your father comes!" tell the woman does not care at all about the state of the child, he continued to complain about enduring pain and pain.

Fathan strolled limped in search of a broom and a rasp to clean up the flakes that were still strewn across the kitchen floor.

***

Azzam who had tried to be patient waited so that Dhena could open his heart to him as if he was tired and wanted to give up. If only Kahfi would relentlessly warn and ask that his best friend must continue to survive for the good of Dhena.

"It's just one roof, but Dhena's heart was never there for me. Your sister is still thinking about her ex-husband to this day" Azzam told Kahfi as they both spent time off at work.

"You need to be patient, Zam. As time goes on, I'm sure Dhena's heart will be open to you. For now let her follow what her heart says." Kahfi tried to respond to the outpouring of his best friend's heart.

"But, until when?"

"You know the Javanese proverb that sounds, "Weteng tresno jalaran soko kulino." That love will grow and be present if you're used to being together?" kahfi asked Azzam who sat facing each other.