AFTER YOU GO ~Story About Farrel~

SANDALS

That afternoon was an experience Farrell would not easily forget, acknowledging that the Creator always protected himself from distress. Farrel and the middle-aged man were finally going to part ways.

"Once again I'm sorry, son, if you had been hit by my burden."

Farrel shook his head, Farrel felt that the man he was with was under a lot of pressure. Whatisit?

Ah I don't know, Farrel just hope that the problems faced by the man will be resolved soon.

"Daddy really don't want me to drop off?" farrel asked once more after the man got back in his car.

"Thank you very much, son, but I'm still strong. Inshaalloh I'm not daydreaming anymore."

Farrel only chuckled to hear it and let the man go first. Fortunately, the impact caused by hitting the road barrier did not affect the condition of the man's car which slowly disappeared from Farrel's view.

Farrel wiped away the raindrops that were slightly wetting his forehead. He rushed his motorcycle which had been faithfully waiting for him on the side of the road.

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When it was time for dinner, for the first time the Farrel family was very warm unlike usual which only sounded the twang of a spoon clashing with a plate. Now, just because one person fills an empty chair the atmosphere becomes different.

"Om, when do you go to Jogja again? I want to come" said Rishad, son of Ahmad.

"Why are you there?" ask Ahmad.

"You know what Omku's doing."

Farrel looked at the third-grader of elementary school with a smile, "Om still at home here Grandma, and Om also misses you. How did you even ngusir Om?"

Rishad shook his hands at Farrel's reply. "Not riled Om, I just keep wanting to come along. Holidays are also."

"That's the mode of his name" Ahmad chirped.

Everyone laughed amusedly.

While the boy scowled not like the words of his father.

"So you'll be here long Rel?" Uwa asked now.

"Not yet to know Wa, if now I wait for Uwa to recover a hundred percent first I just left." Farrel smiled sincerely.

"Tonight I want to sleep in my house Wa."

The atmosphere was instantly silent, everyone was staring at Farrel.

"Why not tomorrow, son?" ask Uwa.

"Yes Om, he said to miss me. Ko was there, too," said Rishad.

Farrel drank water in his glass and said, "Om kangen a house Om. Can't Wa?"

Uwa sighed actually Uwa wanted Farrel to stay at his house but what power it was his nephew's desire. Uwa finally agreed.

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This is where Farrel is now, in a quiet house. Farrel looked at the dusty stuff, the door that some termites ate.

It seems true, this house must soon have a occupant.

Inner Farrel wriggled uneasily at the unkempt state of the house. In that instant, Farrel called Ahmad to ask for help to find a builder. Farrel wants to renovate his house, at least the house will be habitable if there will be a new occupant.

Farrel's face immediately changed when he saw a large box containing items belonging to the late Sofia. What should Farrel do with all that stuff?

Farrel opened the box there calligraphy tools, stationery, and such. One item that tickled his hand to touch was a piece of paper with beautiful writing tucked between many books. Why did Farrel just find him?

Farrel had been busy lamenting Sofia's departure so something small like that was not seen by her. This time he picked up the paper and read it.

I want to be useful to others.

Farrel thought a little and then he smiled at her beautiful smile.

"So, you want me to donate your things, baby." Farrel shook his head realizing how late he was to realize his late wife's wish.

Then Farrel excitedly tidied up the stuff. It is not easy to stroke the heart that is scratched lightly every holding the item. But Farrel has to do it this way Sofia would love to have a husband like that.

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After two weeks of taking care of home renovations and occasionally monitoring his workshop in Jogja now is the time for Farrel refreshing.

A famous missionary became a speaker at that time. Farrel and the other pilgrims especially listened to even occasionally someone asked.

It did not feel like two hours had passed since the event was over. Farrell and the other congregation started to come out of the room. When he arrived at the sandal storage, Farrel was confused that there were two similar sandals in front of him.

"Which one is this?" farrel Gumam.

While the other pilgrims had begun to dwindle because some had returned home, Farrel was still confused waiting for the owner of the same sandals as him.

Siti and Ahmad approached her, "Look home!"

"Mad, which one is my sandal Mad?" ask Farrel.

Ahmad frowned then lowered his head to look at the sandals Farrel pointed at.

"The brand, the shape, the number is the same all I'm confused."

"Which cake is the same person." Ahmad said easily.

Farrel glared sharply, "ish you this .. I don't want ya because the sandals will be tortured in the grave."

Ahmad impatiently snatched, "keep wanting what? Do you use the TOA mosque?"

"Good idea, Mad."

Ahmad glared in disbelief, his only joking heart intent was taken seriously by Farrel.

"Don't be crazy!"

"You go home first if you can't wait I'm still here" Farrel said at last.

Ahmad then invited Siti to go let her cousin was smitten himself in front of two pairs of sandals.

A few minutes later, a middle-aged man came out from inside the room he was approaching Farrel. It turned out that the sandals that Farrel was looking at one of them belonged to the man.

"Excuse me."

Farrell looked over and their eyes met. The two men kissed each other and shook hands.

"Brother at that time?" ask Farrel.

"Young man at the time?" The man asked back.

They finally laughed at each other.

"It's good to see you again, son. To make it better let's get to know me Subagyo."

"I'm Farrel, sir"

"Son Farrel's done the study too?"

That question Farrel replied with a nod.

"Why haven't you come home yet?" ask Mr. Subagyo again.

Farrel scratched his nape, "actually I was waiting for the owner of these slippers."

Mr. Subagyo stared at his sandals and Farrel's. "Oh this is mine, son. But what two, huh? Which one do I have?"

"That's why I'm still here, I don't want to wear the wrong slipper."

Mr. Subagyo looked at Farrel in amazement, it was so magical the thought of the boy thought.

"Let's just say, son, let's take each other. We wear each pair. The wrong thing is we wear not his partner." That solution was finally used by Farrel he wore his sandals as well as Mr. Subagyo.

Farrel said goodbye to go home first while Mr. Subagyo was still staring at the back of the young man who felt very different.

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