AFTER YOU GO ~Story About Farrel~

AFTER YOU GO ~Story About Farrel~
THE GREATEST SIN



After feeling better, Hanun bailed home first. Although Inda forbade him Hanun insisted on leaving because it was still working hours. He couldn't linger in the parlour for long because Hanun still had to guard the shop.


Fortunately, his head is not hurting now, so he can run his bike well. After half an hour he finally arrived at the shop.


Hanun got off his motorbike and entered the shop in shaky steps. Inside the store, Retno looks overwhelmed serving shoppers. Retno smiled with relief at Hanun's arrival, she gave the code to Hanun to help him immediately. Hanun was sprightly because he was used to at least work Hanun slightly forgot about his turmoil.


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In the afternoon, Hanun prepares to go home and tidy up his bag and say goodbye to Retno. "My mother first."


"Eh wait Nun, who was here with Mother Inda what's her name?" ask Retno.


"The name is Farrel Ma'am, why?"


"Do you know the address? Or you ask Inda if you do not know, because the change was less. You please give me the rest of the change yes, say sorry about me keder Nun. Just this time there's a bunch of books." Retno laughed a little.


"Okay Ma'am, but I think tomorrow morning I'll give you. It's okay, isn't it?"


"It's up to you, thank you Nun for today. Yeh, ye are coming home! Let me close the shop." Retno gave Hanun some money for Farrel.


After that Hanun went riding his motorcycle. Uh really, today he's tired.


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The next morning Hanun departs with the aim of Farrel's workshop because he will give the change that was lacking yesterday. Arriving at the workshop Hanun was already treated to an unusual bustle. Farrel's workshop is open and his employees look busy at work.


Slightly hesitating Hanun approached, he approached Kartino who was busy hitting per steel. His hands were stocky and sweaty not to miss the black oil attached almost all over his body.


"Excuse me, is Farrel here?"


"Eh Hanun, the boss is inside. There's another guest but you're in, the guest's just gonna take the truck for a minute." Kartino glanced at Hanun at a glance then refocused on her work.


Hanun stood up and walked inside the workshop. He passed by several large trucks that made him have to hold his breath in agitation. Childhood trauma scared him of the trucks. Even during receiving the punishment of working in this workshop almost every day Hanun cried in fear when he got home. He always braced himself but in reality he was indeed afraid of those trucks.


There was a faint conversation inside, it seemed that Farrel was talking to his guest.


"A few months ago I was transported out of the area, so I haven't had time to grab a truck here. Basically, the boss should I take a bother." The guest sounded laughing.


"Where is the usual truck driver?" ask Farrel.


"Sudden death, age no one knows yes. Hm I am afraid, so inget the greatest sin I have ever committed." The guest sounded deep breaths.


"Everybody who lives will die, yes this is the bon. Thank you for being a subscription to our workshop." Farrel gave the guest a piece of paper.


After that the guest said goodbye and turned around not long after Hanun came behind a truck he walked slowly with a stiff smile.


When Hanun's eyes met the guest who was with Farrel, suddenly his body trembled, cold sweat sprung up, his eyes bulging as if receiving a peerless shock.


His body stiffened to move, Hanun was fixated on staring at the man who started playing in his memory.


Miss moved her seat forward huh, Om wants to sleep in the back.


The sentence started buzzing violently in Hanun's ears, tears that came from nowhere suddenly pouring out. Hanun covered his ears while shaking his head. A severe headache appeared again Hanun was not strong, Hanun shouted then fainted.


The staff stopped their work and wondered. No exception for the guest who was right in front of Hanun, he clearly saw Hanun's expression when he saw her. The middle-aged man saw fear in Hanun's eyes.


Who's the girl? Does he know me?


How many times do you remember, the guest cannot find an answer. Not long after, he decided to leave the workshop because his business was over.


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While at the clinic, Farrel is seen waiting for Hanun to realize he is sitting on a chair right next to Hanun. Farrel felt that something was wrong with Hanun's situation.


Then Farrel wondered should he interfere?


Farrel did not know Hanun at all but why his circumstances always happened to have a fi before him. Is this a hint that Farrel should help Hanun?


Farrel massaged his temple then shook his head faintly.


I'm a fortune teller who knows he has a problem. Tengil girl.


Farrel then regained his senses from his daydream when he saw Hanun move. Hanun held onto his head the pain was still there he grimaced and intended to get up before suddenly there was a hand helping him to sit down. The hand helped her lean and sit comfortably. Hanun looked at the owner of the hand that turned out to be Farrel.


Hanun was glued and then threw away his face. "Thank you."


"You can't bother me. I've seen you pass out twice, if you're not well, rest! Not wandering around like a stray cat like this."


Somehow Farrel's scolding sounded like a gust of wind in the middle of the desert. Hanun was cold and stunned, Farrel was the second person to notice him other than Inda.


Oh at this time Hanun's headache suddenly disappeared replaced with a tickling sensation in the chest that made him smile.


Farrel who saw Hanun smiling felt astonished, "even grinning. The doctor said you need a lot of rest, do not allow yourself Nun. Your body's a little."


Hanun again smiled a sense of happiness suddenly burst out just like that. Hanun starts to feel that Farrel likes him too, so it's fine to compete with Inda without being hostile. Hanun would wait for who Farrel ended up choosing.


While Hanun was happy Farrel frowned he became anxious.


How come he was grinning from earlier, is there a cable broken huh?


While Hanun and Farrel were busy with their respective thoughts suddenly a neatly dressed all-white man walked into the room. He was the doctor who handled Hanun.


"Oh, you're conscious?"


Farrel and Hanun turned at the same time towards the doctor.


The doctor came in and approached Hanun, he started to check Hanun's pulse.


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