AFTER YOU GO ~Story About Farrel~

LUCKY TO KNOW HIM

Hoping all dreams, but in fact this dawn Inda felt pain all over his face. Even as the whudu water flowed, a burning feeling spread across his face. Inda bit her lips which also hurt. This dawn Inda could not go to the mosque with this condition.

Inda was stuck alone facing her Lord, reading verses that could soothe her soul.

Inda read the letter of Ar-Rum verse nine, which explains the prohibition of self-harm. Inda felt stifled then held her cheeks slowly.

Tears of pain are flowing now, is not the fault of his face last night happened?

Then why would he hurt himself like that?

Tears are getting louder down that clear lake. Oh how he has been wrong. Inda prostrated asking for mercy.

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This morning Hanun looks cheerful, waking up humming ria even while bathing he sings to enjoy the water that soaks all over his body.

Not long after ....

"Woi ... inside who is woi? A long-awaited sneak from earlier."

Someone banged on the door of MCK where Hanun enjoyed his morning.

Pausing for a moment, Hanun continued his routine without being overwhelmed by the increasingly loud bang.

Chanting almost five songs, Hanun finally finished bathing. Fragrant and fresh Hanun opened the door of MCK.

How shocked he was, when he saw a pale-faced mother glaring at him while holding her stomach.

"Finally come out too, long time ago actually the ah."

The mother barged in while grumbling indistinctly. The voice from within that Hanun could still hear indicated that the mother was giving her restrained wish for waiting for Hanun to take a bath.

Hanun held back his laughter while shaking his head then walked towards his bututu house.

Hanun was ready to welcome today, a day that was actually overcast but felt bright in Hanun's eyes. The dark clouds that darkened in the morning were like grey ornaments in Hanun's eyes.

Hanun pinched his black hair resembling a ponytail. His butut shoes did not forget he was wearing, fortunately Retno gave Hanun a uniform shirt so to work in the bookstore he did not look shabby.

Hanun smiled looking at the cracked mirror in the corner of his house. Hanun can't wait to get through his routine today. Hanun can't wait to meet Retno, Inda, and . ah Farrel.

The smile grew wider, but slowly the smile disappeared as Hanun's eyes caught a hat hanging near the door. Yeah, that hat belongs to Dodo.

Hanun misses Dodo, Hanun misses his brother.

His busyness did temporarily shift his thoughts about the Dodo, but that did not mean Hanun completely forgot about it.

"May you be okay there."

A small murmur accompanied her step out of the house.

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While this morning in the house occupied by Farrel, the occupant seemed to sip the coffee he had just brewed. Sitting on the back of a chair while checking his cell phone.

Farrel smiled when he saw the story of whatapp from Nimas, seen in the story Ustadz Zamzam looks to be a horse ridden by his two daughters. Farrel is also happy to see the happiness of the little family he once almost destroyed. Yeah, before Sofia gets into her life and overturns her heart.

Regrets that always attack and a soul mate who is too short make Farrel give up.

Farrel kept the cup in his hand onto the table. Then get ready to go to the workshop.

Work and work that can divert his mind, whether until when Farrel like that which is clear now he took out the motor he used to use to the workshop to save time.

Farrel runs his motor with a do'a.

Just halfway through, Farrel saw a person whose few hearts appeared in his life like an uninvited guest star. Simple girl with jet hair.

Hanuns.

Yes, Hanun was seen walking while humming. Countless albums that Hanun sang this morning were clearly feeling happy.

This feeling is on the sidelines. Why is it a tatetot horn.

The annoyed Hanun then turned around, staring at the person behind the red helmet. Hanun prepared to pull out his fangs this time.

Farrel paused with a small smile feeling funny looking at Hanun's face that held back such anger.

"Loe down!"

Sangar Hanun's face was displayed as a weapon.

Farrel got off his bike, fortunately the road was a quiet road so that what Farrel did had no effect on other riders.

Farrel opened his red helmet then calmly looked at Hanun who was slightly gasping.

"What does the honking mean? Noisy know?"

Although a little surprised Hanun tried to stay ferocious in front of Farrel. Since yesterday, Hanun decided to prune the taste that was in the heart. Hanun threw it away, he will behave accordingly.

Who's she? It is not worth feeling like a human being.

"I just feel familiar when I see you walk, uh win I know apparently. Miss thief."

The sentence glides by itself without Farrel being able to control it. Is this what a non-boned tongue looks like?

Hanun growled in annoyance. Ok yesterday he was silent but this time, it will not be.

"Please continue your journey! Oh yes one more, so the workshop boss don't song! New boss workshop, not yet an office."

Hanun glared before finally turning around and walking away from Farrel who was still standing in his place.

Farrel smiled amusedly at Hanun's anger. Eh since when did Farrel like to tease Hanun?

Farrell got back on the bike and continued on. When passing Hanun who was still running Farrel hugged his motorbike to the surprise of Hanun.

Rude gropes came out of Hanun's mouth. Fortunately he stopped admiring Farrel, try if still admiring maybe Hanun will still be clamps with Farrel's behavior like that.

Hanun massaged the chest.

Hopefully Inda soon realized, not smiling again if he saw her huh.

Hanun forgot he was like that.

***

Inda decided to stay home, for her there was still a sense of trauma after the incident last night. Occasionally peek out the window to see the situation around. Scared, Inda was very scared.

The depraved humans frightened him and did not want to go out again. Suddenly Inda remembered Hanun. Ah had she not been in this state, Inda would have taken Hanun to her boarding house.

Inda had promised herself to teach Hanun about her religion. A beautiful and true religion.

Inda was sure Hanun had a wish, it was possible that Alloh sent him to guide Hanun. Hidayah came through him.

For that, Inda rose to pile the book in a carton that he deliberately stored under the bed. Hanun was looking for a book that could be useful to Hanun.

Hanun will be very lucky to know Inda.

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