The Crack of a Heart
Back to Its Origins

The late night, did not also make a pair of male eyes that were lying on the bed did not go closed. His feelings were very agitated and wrong. Many times he closed his eyes, still unable to.

Just because of a taste, Eliezer was faced with a choice. Either right or wrong. He wanted to have a woman who had completely changed his life. But it feels like the universe wants to separate, by presenting a sense of disappointment and surrender between the two.

*Ting Tong*

The sound of his apartment bell rang. Eliezer got out of bed and walked out of the room to see who was visiting tonight.

After being seen using CCTV cameras this time, it turns out his confidant again. Eliezer opened the door for her.

"Boss Night, sorry to interrupt midnight gini," said the man with a face no less cold than his master.

"Night. Coming in!" eliezer then the man nodded obediently. "Have you seen me at night?" tanyanya then, when the two had been in the living room.

"The person you're looking for is at a club tonight. He's with a guy you might be surprised to know who that guy is. And more sadly, he was paid for a mere pleasure."

"Quick tell me, who's the man that was with her?" Eliezer began to grow angry and his heart began to heat like a fire.

"Your father."

Both Eliezer palms clenched. He wanted to hit his father right now. Although the man is his real father, but because of the greed that dominates his ego.

"Suckers! how dare the old man still bother me! ... Take me in front of him now!"

The guy nodded. Eliezer went to his room to change his clothes. Before long he came out with cursing a jogger suit as well as hoodies, sneakers and black hats.

They went to a club that had been monitored by his confidants. Along the way, Eliezer felt a little uneasy. Although the backing he has is not as rosy as his father, he still has to go forward for the truth and his good name.

Upon arrival at a club located at the end of town J, Eliezer got out of the car followed by his confidant. He was directed to a special room there.

"Have you reported to the authorities?" eliezer asked as he continued to step on his feet.

"It."

"Good! have they been heading here?"

"You're absolutely right."

The members of the authorities along with Eliezer and his confidants had scattered around the special room. All have been on standby so that the target does not run, namely the Son. Besides him, it was Eliezer's own business.

BRACKET! The door was forcefully opened by Eliezer with just one leg kick. Although he is not good at playing the ball, but his foot kicks are good enough to break the door.

Everyone in the room was shocked, not playing. Including some hired women.

"Thank you all!" said one of the members while pointing a gun at them. Some other members came in. Eliezer was still behind the members.

"Hurry and catch him!" With lightning fast, the two members approached the restless-looking Son even to the cold heat. His head shrunk instantly. In an instant the handcuffs were placed on the wrists of the Son. The two members then took the Son away from there.

Now Eliezer was also his father in the room. The hired women had come out with the authorities, while her confidants waited outside the room with the door closed.

The middle-aged man was still sitting relaxing on the long sofa with both hands that he stretched out on the back of the sofa. Both of his legs are folded and support each other. He still dared to smile grinning at the child he now regarded as his enemy. Should a real father himself be like that?

"Hi, Father," Eliezer said with a smile, but his eyes were like a sharp bow. Very stabbing and deadly. Exceeding the sharp eyes of the eagle who was about to stab his target.

"How dare you show your face in front of me?" ask the father who then stood to align Eliezer who was still near the door. Now they are both in a straight line. Face to face. In both there is no longer even a child's love for parents or vice versa. They want to destroy each other.

"Don't call me your father! you're not my son!" snapped the man who was now standing in front of Eliezer.

"Nobody can deny the real situation, right? in fact, we are father and son. But because of high envy and selfishness. Don't blame me, if someday I won't consider you my own father!" His eyes were red, but at first glance there were tears that made those eyes glaze over. Eliezer clenched his hands. Then get out of the room and go back to her apartment.

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Arifa woke up from her sleep, slowly twitching her eyes.

"Well! where's me!" then he was surprised to sit on the bed. He soon remembered being with Danish. Worry suddenly surfaced, he looked behind the blanket. Her clothes were still intact and the same.

It turns out that since yesterday afternoon, he had not had time to shower and even overslept. The look of the old model wall clock made of wood, shows at 5 am.

Laptops and cell phones are still on before he goes to sleep. Then who else if not Danish who tidied it up.

Long time too, Arifa slept, or maybe she fainted. He is not the same as Danish. Especially if it is anapain? could be sleeping a day a night.

PRANGS!

"What sound? all of a sudden it was goosebumps" said Arifa, who was shocked and frightened when she heard the sound of the lid of the pot falling to the floor. "Try ah I see, once there is a cat who is looking for food," he continued, getting out of bed and walking towards the door. Open it carefully to minimize the exit of the sound produced from the door.

With a slow step Arifa went into the kitchen. Looks a tall male figure, dressed only in a t-shirt and long training pants. Not only that, when viewed from his wet and misty hair. Looks like the guy just finished his shower.

The morning air in the area is cooler than at night. Even though in this house does not use air conditioning at all. The floor that was incandescent also made the legs seem electrocuted. The cold felt up to the bone.

Long enough Arifa was standing behind the wall. The man turned around, and it turned out that he was Danish. I don't know what time he woke up, he could even take a bath when it was very early in the morning. Arifa hurriedly stepped her feet to return to the room again.

Apparently Danish's footsteps were wider than hers. As fast as lightning, Danish was now in front of him, blocking the path of Arifa. Nervousness began to haunt the thin-faced woman.

"It's morning, you can't go into the room again. Come on, breakfast, my man has cooked it for us. After that, shower immediately and prepare to go home. Not that you have a lecture schedule today."

Arifa smiled by showing her rows of teeth. "okay." Only that one word sums up the many answers he should have uttered.

The two sat together at a dining table. Rural food is very thick. Starting from stew, rice, side dishes to desserts are available on the table.

"Is this seriously what we're doing together?" arifa asked and looked at Danis, in disbelief.

"Yes, that's right" answered Danish, who then ate the food.

"Is everyone in this village able to eat this much Om?" arifa asked again, but Danish only nodded in response.

"It is better now that you eat a lot, because after this our journey is far enough to arrive at the city of J," said Danish on the sidelines of his mouth full of food.

This morning's breakfast is the best breakfast for Danish. Because this time he had friends, not alone anymore.

I wish I could enjoy eating like this every day. Maybe I will be a lucky man to have a life companion like this woman in front of me. If you know Arifa, I don't know when these feelings arise, but clearly .. I never want these feelings to stop loving you. Danish mind is hopeful.

After finishing her breakfast, Arifa went to the bathroom to immediately prepare to return to the city of J.

I could not choose, because my heart was still not ready to accept someone's name to stay there. For me, a marriage is no joke. There must be sincerity, sacrifice and responsibility. If one of them has not supported, will the marriage not be separated? Like my parents, wealth is not everything. Yet the happiness that continues to exist every day is the most precious treasure of anything in the world. Arifa monologued, trying to rethink all the way home to the boarding house.

...Connect ......