AFTER YOU GO ~Story About Farrel~

EVIL SPIRIT

"Because you actually have a twin brother. It is indisputable because you are indeed similar to the child who was with Mr. Subagyo." Farrel said firmly, somehow having to explain this situation to Hanun.

Hanun shook his head in disbelief at what Farrel said. "In this similar world does not mean twins, it is better for you to go home!"

"Papa is sure you're my son! Especially after Papa sees that ...." Mr. Subagyo pointed at the worn out doll Hanun had stored in the pile of his things that he had no time to clean in the corner of the room.

"The doll was special Papa ordered at the doll shop for your birthday and Fahira. There are only two such dolls in the world because Papa ordered that no one would ever equal them."

The doll?

Hanun started to feel a pulse in his head, Hanun did not want to look weak here. "Farr ... Please, go! Go ye!"

Hanun walked quickly towards the door and opened it wide. Mr. Subagyo stood up trying to get close to Hanun, but Hanun moved away and raised his hand. How Hanun was enduring the pain in his head right now.

"Papa misses you so much, son." Mr. Subagyo had no power to hold back his tears that were now pouring down his cheeks that had begun to loosen.

Hanun was a little touched by it then he lowered his hands and said, "Give me one more proof! Maybe I'll consider it."

Mr. Subagyo looked at Hanun and nodded confidently, "Papa will bring Fahira here."

Hanun nodded then his hand he put on to let his guest out. Mr. Subagyo could not force it, he was sure that after meeting with Fahira, Hanun would definitely believe it.

Finally Pak Subagyo with Farrel and Jonah came out of Hanun's house. After making sure everyone had come out, Hanun immediately closed the door and locked it then sat down while holding onto his head which was currently completely aching. Hanun was crying out and clutching her beautiful hair hoping that the pain would lessen.

While Mr. Subagyo who has not really gone to hear Hanun's cry wants it to feel like Pak Subagyo is back in. But Farrel prevented it, "Let Hanun alone first. Maybe he was surprised because everything was so sudden."

Mr. Subagyo nodded and walked over and away from Hanun's house. Farrel booked a taxi online to drive them home.

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After arriving home, Farrel invited Pak Subagyo and Jonah to enter. They sit on the couch.

"Nus, book a ticket for Fahira so he'll come here tomorrow!"

Jonah nodded and immediately fiddled with his phone, a second later he looked back at his master.

"Wouldn't a DNA test be done, sir?"

Mr. Subagyo looked at Yunus, the radiance of his eyes describing sadness and also resignation. "I believe he is Raihanunku, I told you earlier that in addition to his face that looks like Fahira there is a doll there. Jahira still keeps the doll, as long as you know the doll is limited edition. Others may not have it. Oh one more thing, I know exactly the habits of Jahira from small to big like this he still does. So, do you think a father's instincts can be wrong?"

Yunus shook his head and continued his intention to book a ticket so that Fahira could come tomorrow.

While Farrel only listened because he felt his body crumble. Ah he must be strong!

Farrel Spirit.

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The next morning Fahira woke up laughing happily because he did not find Farrel in his house. But strangely, the Papa also disappeared.

After cleaning up, Fahira went downstairs for breakfast. At the very large dining table is available bread and jam favorite, do not forget the warm milk that always accompanies him breakfast every morning.

Fahira admitted, a house this big sometimes makes him lonely. For that, he always looked for crowds outside until he finally met with Ammar the loser. Ah Fahira so no appetite, he kept back the bread that he almost put in his mouth. Then he looked around, suddenly his gaze stopped on a huge glass window. The window facing the swimming pool.

Fahira saw the baby he was born was being dried under the hot morning sun by his caregiver. The baby was not wearing clothes, very tiny.

Fahira hurriedly turned his face away, he did not want to see the baby. He hates her so much.

"Continue?" asked Fahira indifferently.

"She asked why Miss didn't answer her phone?"

Fahira just remembered that he had not checked his phone this morning. "Please bring my phone in the room!"

The waiter nodded and immediately ran to Fahira's room. Not long after Fahira's phone was held by the owner.

Fahira opened the phone, sure enough a lot of phone calls from his father. Then the phone rang displaying his father's name on the screen. Fahira immediately picked it up in a hurry.

"Son, pack up! Follow Papa to Jogja! Papa's ticket has been ordered, do not first ask so that later here Papa talk."

Mr. Subagyo did not allow Fahira to ask, he could not wait to bring Fahira and Hanun together.

"Hallo Pa? Papa?" Fahira is confused because his father cut the phone call just like that but Fahira does not feel surprised because that is how his father. If there was something important for sure he wouldn't be so stale.

Fahira stood up and was about to leave the dining table, for some reason he was eager to turn his head towards the pool. But what he wanted to see was no longer there. Fahira rushes to the room to pack.

Fahira felt this was a good opportunity to get out of the house because a few months back he was like confined in the house. This is a good opportunity that will not help him in vain, especially in Jogja Fahira will not hear baby cries. Fahira smiled broadly.

Fahira left for the airport to be escorted by his father's driver, not long after he arrived.

Finally Fahira flew after the father without knowing there was something waiting for him there.

After a short flight Fahira is now at Adisudjipto International Airport. He was waiting for the person who was going to pick him up like his father said. A few moments later someone approached him.

"Sorry long wait." It was Farrel, Fahira turned her head and looked at him cynically.

Is this a honeymoon plan?

Fahira shuddered with horror made, really he regretted coming to Jogja if that was the reason his father.

"Where's Papa?"

"Papa's at home, let's get the hell out of here!" Without waiting for approval, Farrel tore up Fahira's bag and let Fahira follow him from behind.

After arriving at the parking lot, Farrel walked to where his motorbike was parked.

Farrel had a little trouble getting his bike out of the line of other motorcycles because his hand is still holding Fahira's bag.

Fahira who saw him immediately grabbed his bag and said, "Repot is very Masnya." Farrel replied with a smile, Fahira twirled his eyeballs lazily. Fahira is disappointed that it turns out Farrel did not go as he expected.

After successfully removing the motor, Farrel stood up and took a spare helmet. When he was about to put the helmet on, Fahira refused.

"I can do it myself, I'm sorry."

Farrel smiled again, it made Fahira uncomfortable because he had never seen such a smile.

Eits! Inner Fahira wriggled to expel the evil spirits that would possess him.

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