The Crack of a Heart
Meet But Go Home

"What the hell is Om! go home there!" With all her might Arifa continued to push the door.

"Arifa open first, I want to talk!" Danish didn't want to lose, he pushed back the door.

BRAK, CRICKET!

The door was detached from the hinges, not to mention there was a crack in the middle. How humiliating. Is it worth both of them acting like that? The neighbors of the boarding houses on the right and left who heard their commotion immediately rushed out. Shame mixed with annoyance was seen on the faces of the two.

Arifa took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, while scrutinizing everyone who was gathering before her. Most of them seem to be holding back laughter by lip smacking. Ah, really like the moons of people.

"I'm sorry, everyone" said Arifa with a sense of awkwardness because she was embarrassed.

The voices of the people murmured and laughed out loud to the ears of Arifa and Danish, then dispersed. They don't know if Danish is the owner of the boarding house here.

"Remember the door now!"

Danish without guilt said so, Arifa was immediately ignited emotions.

"Have a son! Don't want! Salah Om himself, who told me to come push the door. That's why if you're a guest to someone's place, come well, be polite."

"What the fuck is he advising me! it sucks," said Danish in his heart. If this is the case, he better give up than a woman. Rather than trying to be right, it is still wrong. He breathed slowly.

"Okay, sorry."

Only this time did he give in just because of the woman standing before him. Though all this time, no one was able to soften that stubbornness. Was it because of the sound of the broken door earlier that his ego dropped drastically?

While Arifa was still standing cross-chested and reluctant to look at Danish.

"All right, now can I talk to you?" ask her with the look of the face she made as shade as possible.

"Well, what do you want to say? I have a lot of tasks" replied Arifa with a curl. Danish was clucking while shaking his waist.

"Inside of it. Later if there are many who hear outside," said Danish then casually go inside through Arifa just like that.

"Hey!" Arifa shouted with both hands that she clenched tightly.

Danish, Danish .. Because accustomed to the power he has, sometimes he does not know where to determine the attitude. Maybe after this Danish will be the biggest enemy for Arifa. What is clear is that the woman will be very angry if anyone interferes with her privacy.

"Why don't you put a chair in this room? there are only carpets and small tables" Danish said, looking around the empty front room.

"Like me! Not much commentary. Hurry up and say." Arifa grew even more upset at being offended by Danish's words just now.

"Emang yes this person if talking can not be sorted first. Absolutely ngeselin!" arifa said in the heart. It feels like he wanted to say it directly, but he paused because he did not have a replacement place to stay.

Danish reached into his pants pocket and took out a rectangular flat object. Then he opened a photo gallery. After that, he showed a photo to Arifa from the screen of his phone.

Arifa frowned, she recognized a woman in the photo who was none other than Sinta, her birth mother. But the man next to his mama photographed was not Zakaria, but the person he had seen in a family photo, while visiting the Danish house in the city of D. He assumed that the man must be his father Danish, because in terms of face and posture is very similar, Arifa thought so.

His two eyes now switched from mobile phone screen to Danish face. His gaze was full of question marks, as if speaking 'could you? what is it exactly?' .

Danish then turned off the screen and put it back in her pants pocket. His feet suddenly stepped towards the window that was covered by curtains, both of his hands went into his pants pocket. He opened the curtain, and stared out the window.

A subtle breath was heard by Arifa, making the thin-faced woman approach Danish and stand next to her. Looking deeply at the line of the face so firmly, and waiting for the man to explain to him.

For some reason, suddenly the blood in Arifa's body rippled violently. His chest felt tight, he even held his own breath for a moment. It felt as if something was rumbling in the deepest recesses of his heart. But he still remained silent and waited for Danish to speak again.

"It all started when my mom started getting sick. At that time I was twenty-five years old. The age at which I was already in the 'no longer a child' phase'. My father used to come home the other night and sometimes not even come home at all. I followed him once, but the first attempt failed. My father dashed very fast when he was at a crossroads. Maybe he knows where I am. Then, I also chose to focus on the health of the mother who is getting better thankfully. And at that time, I just went abroad to spread my wings in the business world. My sister-parent Bianka-indeed has long settled abroad. Two years there, I heard absolutely nothing unusual about my father's attitude toward my mother. But when I got home, a tragedy I never expected happened. Mom had a big fight with dad. Then commit suicide. I was angry, very angry with my father. I didn't stay silent, then find out what exactly happened. Until finally my man gave the photo, which after I knew, the woman was the wife of his own business partner. Sin-ta's."

Arifa took a deep breath and clenched her mouth tightly. At once he was confused as to what to answer. He could only shut up, trying to think hard.

"Now, have you met my mom? Do you know where Mamah is now?" Both of Arifa's eyes were locked onto the pair of eyes that were in front of her. Looking for an answer in there. Increasingly, a water in the tail of his eyes began to stem.

Danish did not answer him. He pulled out a cell phone and called someone.

"To, please contact the supermarket building in this city to immediately replace the door where my boarding house, at door number three. Soon!" danish's order then disconnects the phone after Rinto says 'Riap Pak'.

"Before the sky begins to darken because soon the sun will sink. You better come with me now," said the man who was again as good as his eel while holding Arifa's arm.

"Wait." Arifa pegged her body on the spot while giving a disappointed look to Danish. "Om not answering my question yet" he said.

"Meat him come with me now. After that you will know the answer!" joked Danish, feeling annoyed.

Arifa was surprised, just as she was looking at the other side of Danish. The side of a favor on his shady face just a moment ago. He let out a rough breath, then wanted to go with Danish.

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The car that Arifa and Danish boarded stopped right in the parking lot of a public cemetery. Instantly managed to make Arifa look at the man who had been sitting next to him.

"Why are we here, Om?"

Again Danish did not answer. He chose to get down from the car to the entrance of the cemetery. Arifa clucked in annoyance.

"What is the boss of the Father the type of person who is very cynical? make the answer a question should I go with him first?" asked Arifa, feeling annoyed and delegated to the driver who was sitting in the driver. The driver looked over and nodded in response.

Arifa also came down and approached the Danish who were still standing in front of the gate.

"How long did it take to get out of his car?" danish asked, slightly raising his voice. But Arifa only shrugged her shoulders. "Follow me!" edict Danish who then stepped foot, go in there.

Arifa tailed behind the tall and burly backs of the Danish. Sometimes he looks to the right and left. Suddenly Danish stopped her steps right in front of a person's tombstone.

BRUGH!

Danish faced her body in front of the tombstone. A moment later, Arifa hit his back.

"Kok stop it anyway Om!" arifa said, protest.

"Look over there" said Danish, who was more relaxed this time. His eyes glanced towards the tombstone. Arifa followed his gaze immediately.

Stamped in the tombstone, there's Sinta's name there. Arifa's body began to tremble as if it wanted to fall down when reading the writing of the date of her death is the date on this day. He then sat on his knees at the foot of his grave. Without tears, but just a blank look.

"Is this a dream? Mah, why did we meet but when Mamah had come home? What happened to Mamah?" arifa asked what she said in her heart. As if asking directly to his mother who had been lying under a pile of red soil that was still wet and sprinkling flowers on it.

What will Danish say after this?

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