AFTER YOU GO ~Story About Farrel~

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Counting that Hanun had not met Inda for a week, there was a sense of curiosity and also worry surrounding her chest. Even in the bookstore, Hanun never stopped seeing who opened the store door.

The man she hoped would never come.

Where is inda?

While tidying up the books on his shelf Hanun's mind always wandered on Inda. Did Hanun really expect that Inda would really be friends with him?

The proof, Inda had not seen him for a week. Oh did Inda dodge?

Bad thoughts began to mill about in Hanun's mind.

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After returning from the workshop, Hanun looked lethargic his face was a little pale. Hanun really did not care about his body condition that felt bad. Hanun walked down the sidewalk hoping to get to his hut soon and fell asleep through the night.

When it seemed like the energy had run out, Hanun decided to sit for a moment on a bench by the side of the road. Hanun wiped away the sweat that was pouring down his forehead.

Suddenly a motor flashed in front of him and then turned towards a stop right in front of Hanun. Hanun knew who it was, yes it was Farrel.

"What's wrong?"

The sound behind the helmet made Hanun have to look at him. A moment the tarapan was locked and then Hanun turned to the other side.

"There's nothing."

"Wantas? Why sit under a big tree where it's dark again?" Farrel began to investigate.

"That's none of your business, after all it's too late You should go home pity wife waiting at home."

Hanun drew a conclusion about Farrel's status. If thought and seen from Farrel's stature, Hanun believes Farrel is married. Why just think about it now?

Then why yesterday Hanun did not think in that direction because he saw the charm of a Farrel. Maybe this is the thinking of the actors out there, they are blinded by charm.

Uh just this time Hanun did not regret his decision to step aside and stay away from Farrel.

***

After a moment of silence, Farrel cleared his throat lightly.

"My wife is asleep. So, let me drive you home!"

Hanun's guess was correct.

Ish this guy, already have a wife still want to bring another girl home.

"No thanks." Hanun quickly stood up, yet as if losing his balance Hanun staggered almost to a fall.

Farrel's hand spontaneously reached him and held Hanun's arm. Soon Hanun brushed it off, not wanting this scene to be recorded as a memory.

"Sorry."

Farrel took off the hand and raised both of his hands into the air.

"Excuse me first."

Hanun stepped even though his steps seemed to float.

For some reason, the pity in Farrel's heart so that without waiting for Hanun's approval, Farrel pulled Hanun's hand to face him. Farrel led Hanun firmly to sit on his bike.

"All right! Let me take you."

Trying to resist Hanun had lost energy, ah had Hanun resigned and chose to accept Farrel's kindness.

Now, on this bike. Hanun sat awkwardly while staring at the back wrapped in the black jacket. Hanun left a considerable distance between himself and Farrel.

If remembered again, I don't know what fate brought the meeting between Farrel and Hanun. The first impression that there is no sweetness.

Then proceed with a second meeting that is not okay. Then now?

Hanun did not expect himself to be this close to Farrel. Ah if it wasn't the husband of the man uh.

Hanun tried to throw the thought away..

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"By the way your friend didn't come back to the workshop?"

Farrel asked to divert the awkwardness.

Before replying, Hanun stared back at that wide back.

"I haven't seen you in a week."

Don't tell me you miss. Duh basic flirtatious, already have a wife still think of another girl.

Farrel did not speak anymore, he just focused on riding his bike as per Hanun's instructions. Arriving at the edge of a mansion, Hanun asks Farrel to stop.

Farrel stopped his motorbike and took a closer look at the mansion.

"You live here?"

Just a nod of the head given by Hanun. "Thank you for driving me."

Hanun was about to walk, but his steps came to a halt. "Why go sideways? The gate is here."

Hanun let out his chin in amazement at Farrel's words.

Hanun's eyes followed the direction of Farrel's vision that had been pointing towards the mansion.

"It's not my house, it's behind it."

Ok, Hanun must clear up this misunderstanding.

"Huh? Then why stop here?"

Hanun started to feel offended by Farrel's attitude. "Because through this road can not pass the motor, can only be passed on foot. It's late, thanks for driving me."

Hanun walked splitting the darkness, passing the rickety bridge with the darkness. He finally arrived at his home.

"This is her house?"

Hanun gasped at the sound behind him, quickly Hanun turned around.

Farrell?

Hanun's eyes widened to see Farrel's figure behind him.

"What are you doing here?"

Hanun's eyes looked around. Silent.

"I'm just making sure you get there safely. Then I'm sorry. Assalamualaikum."

Farrel passed by leaving Hanun still glued in front of his house.

Hanun was amazed by the magic that existed in his temporary boss.

What kind of person is he?

Just as Hanun was about to open the door suddenly Farrel's voice came back. "One more thing, tomorrow I will let you not go to the workshop. Rest."

Finally Farrel actually went out engulfed in the darkness, Hanun was still on guard who knew Farrel was back.

Ah but it had been a while and only the sound of a wild cat meowing, finally Hanun regained his senses and entered his house.

***

The next day Hanun planned to find Inda's address. In any case Hanun wanted to know what reason Inda had not appeared for more than a week.

For that after returning from the bookstore that is usually used to go to the workshop, now he uses it to find out where Inda lives.

It turns out there was some good luck that Farrel gave him permission.

Why does it fit like this?

Tracing the streets, Hanun arrived in front of a mosque where she had met Inda at dawn.

Hanun searched for anyone who could be questioned about Inda's whereabouts.

Then Hanun's eyes saw a mother and her son who looked like they had just returned home from school.

"Excuse me, may I ask you a question?"

Just one sentence was thrown from Hanun's mouth, the mother gave a sharp snort while looking at Hanun from top to bottom.

Without answering Hanun's question, the mother immediately carried her child and sped her way up.

Hanun could only sigh tiredly.

Is there something wrong with his appearance?

Hanun also saw the ash jacket he was wearing, ah it was shabby but not dirty.

It's better for Hanun to find Inda's address immediately.

Hanun then approached a soto merchant across the street.

"Sir, I'm sorry can I ask?"

The seller again noticed Hanun's appearance.

"What?"

"Do you know Inda's address?"

"Here there are many named Inda, there is a rice man sitting but has gone home, oh there is also a teacher Sd but has died."

Ish ... This is going to be a long search.

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