The Crack of a Heart
A Black Box

A very sad morning with the sound of splashing rain water that still fell from the gray sky. A middle-aged woman was sitting while leaning her back on the head of the bed. He just shook his head, hearing the crackling of rain water rumbling from the ceiling of the room. It's been two nights, he's been awake. His eyelids began to blacken. Moreover, the wrinkles on the face increasingly look real. Is the woman thinking about something? but his eyes couldn't lie, which only looked blank.

The door of the room where the woman was, opened. But still there was no response whatsoever, like a statue that could breathe.

It turned out that a young woman wearing a typical waitress dress, in black and white was pushing a bankar containing food and drinks. Quickly, eating and drinking are placed on the table beside the bed.

"Good breakfast, Madam."

The waiter left and did not forget to bring the bank back. After the door closed, the tears of the woman flowed without excuse. What sins has he committed in the past, so unfortunate is his current fate?

A moment later, I could hear a step closer to the room where he was.

BRAK!!

After a long time he had been fluttering, the door buzz of a man standing in the doorway made him turn his head. The man's gaze was filled with hatred, and was directed at the woman who was still on the bed. Very sharp, like a very pointed spearhead.

"Hows it? Are you comfortable being here?"

What a silly question. Being locked up in a room without windows made the woman almost stressed from not being able to see into the outside world. Even the light and dark do not remember. The man raised the corner of his lips, very cunning.

"Who are you!"

The woman finally made a sound. His eyes began to turn red. Even his lips trembled, and both of his hands squeezed the bed sheet with all his might. Is that guy really cruel?

He took a breath, then walked closer to the woman. Revenge that has been ingrained for a long time, will soon be released on targets that have not escaped its target.

"Oh yeah, I forgot to introduce myself."

With his haughty demeanor, he puffed out his chest and both hands that were put into his pants pocket.

"Declose, I'm Danish. Mr. Brama's youngest son."

"A-pa?" ask the woman not to believe. Instantly transfixed after hearing Brama's name. Then flinch back.

"Why are you so surprised Mrs Sinta ?" Danish smiled a grinning smile.

How not to be surprised? all this time Sinta just wanted the money Brama gave her. Even he himself did not know about the man's family.

"How is that possible?" tanyanya stared at Danish still in disbelief.

A Brama boy locked her in a room that felt stuffy even though there was air conditioning, still she needed fresh air to breathe. More like a prisoner now.

"Nothing is impossible for me. Lives must be exchanged for lives," said Danish made Sinta close his mouth tightly.

"Who do you mean?" her question to the man, aroused a curiosity that was so tormenting to her at this moment. Then get out of bed and try to balance his body that feels weak because it has been a few days, he only drank water. A sad look, hoping that there was mercy that Danish could give her. But the assumption is wrong.

"Don't give me that look! Look, if only you showed up. Your fate now will not be like this!" Anger is also expressed. Danish gave Sinta a snap right in front of her face.

This is the desire that Sinta meant but did not realize. Losing everything, including the figure of the child who should be an encouragement for him. He wants to be free, he wants his life to be what he wants and wants. But in fact, everything that had been by his side had left in an instant. Is she bad at being a mother? of course not, as long as he still has the heart to make peace with his selfishness. Will time change it? maybe yes.

"Don't, don't put Arifa in this matter. She doesn't know anything about the household problems of her parents, "sinta said. This time his tears broke after remembering Arifa and Farhan.

Blaming yourself is not the right time, and it's too late for Danish. The word sorry also felt useless because it could not return his mother to life again.

"Then what?" danish asked, his eyes glaring sharply.

Again Sinta just flinching. Very confusing indeed. His career is over, his children may not be willing to forgive him, why is he alive? sinta thought so.

His brain was forced to think hard, very out of sync with his declining health. Even his stomach acid was already on the verge of a limit. Instantly ...

BRUK!

Sinta fainted and lay on the floor. However, Danish still looked at him with anger while breathing rough.

"Servant!" danish shouted, as fast as lightning two servants entered the room.

"What's up, sir?" They were shocked when they saw Sinta unconscious on the floor.

"Take him!" then go from there.

They lifted Sinta's body and put it back on the mattress. One of them went outside to call the doctor.

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Far away elsewhere, Arifa had just cleaned up her room. The rain outside just fell down quite heavily. Luckily the class that will be followed today is a little bit of afternoon. So, he can be more relaxed to come to campus. Hopefully when you leave later, the rain will subside.

Arifa didn't even comment on Danish yesterday, assuming only a past wind would never happen. The more here, the task of the lecturer has begun to busy. To see his online girlfriend alone is getting rarer. Not as often as before.

In the rain, the knock on the door was not heard at all. He is still focused on the task. But because there was no answer, a very loud bang made him aghast and silent for a moment to focus on the sound that had disturbed his ears.

DOR ... DOR ... DOR ... DOR'S!

"Asem, who the hell is that? there are no big jobs with people's doors!"

Arifa got up from her seat, walked towards the door and opened it. But there is no one outside. He re-entered, but was soon undone after seeing a black box on his motorcycle seat.

"What box is that?" Arifa. Looking to the right and left, he quickly took the box and went inside. His chest was pounding with irregular breaths as if he was chasing something. He locked the door and opened the black box.

"What the fuck!" Arifa's mouth gaped when she saw marun-colored illegal clothes with lace on the chest.

"No name for the sender, whose job is it? What about Danish?"

Negative prejudice arises immediately. Especially considering Danish's behavior that was so scary yesterday. His body goosebumps and immediately closes the black box and puts it in the corner of the room.

"If it's from Danish, really look for her!"

...Connect ......