AFTER YOU GO ~Story About Farrel~

TRAUMATISED

Fahira kept his distance during Farrel's piggybacking, he saw the wide back.

It's wide like a wall.

Fahira then turned his gaze to look at the street view. Ah she was so happy that she was finally able to breathe some air back outside. He unconsciously spread out both hands. Farrel motor overrides uneven asphalt so that makes the motor slightly smeared. The shocked Fahira immediately clung to Farrel's waist. After that he immediately regained his senses and released it.

"Handle, it's legal, right?"

Idiho.

Fahira shuddered it was seen by Farrel through the rearview mirror. Farrel laughed at the small.

*

After a long trip by Fahira finally the motorbike stopped in front of a house.

Farrel's house painted with young ash looks simple in the eyes of Fahira.

"Come in! Papa's inside." Farrel invites Fahira in and back to the bag Fahira without being told.

After entering the house, Fahira finds her father struggling with his cell phone. Fahira knows for sure it's a work matter. After learning of Fahira's arrival, Pak Subagyo gave his cellphone to Yunus and approached his son.

"You're finally here, son."

Mr. Subagyo led Fahira to sit on the sofa with him. While Yunus went out of the house to finish Pak Subagyo's work on his mobile phone.

"Is there really anything Papa asked me to come here?" Fahira could not hide his curiosity.

Mr. Subagyo looked at Farrel who had just come out of his room to store Fahira's bag.

"There's a surprise for you."

"What surprise? Don't tell me there's a honeymoon here!"

Mr. Subagyo laughed and said, "It looks like it's Rail code."

Farrel just smiled while Fahira flirted himself he felt trapped here.

"Ish Papa, what's going on?"

Fahira issued his manyun style it was always successful to make Pak Subagyo melt. "Later you will see for yourself, now you should rest first. Your condition is still unstable after giving birth."

Farrel got up from his seat and asked Fahira to go to his room. Fahira who feels fine is forced to hold back his curiosity and follow Farrel.

Farrel opened the door to his room and let Fahira in.

"Whose room is this?" ask Fahira.

"Our room."

Fahira immediately turned his head towards Farrel who was currently coming out of the room and closed the door.

Fahira looked around the room which again looked simple in his eyes. The bed is quite large, the walls of the room are plain without decoration there is only a wall clock attached there. Fahira walked towards the window of the room that was still closed. She opened it and was amazed to find that next to her room was a brawl. Though that looks in front like a house in an ordinary house.

Fahira sat on the white bed.

Not-so-so-so.

Fahira broke his body though not tired but he felt sore all over his body. He refused when Mr. Subagyo would call a masseuse to his house because he felt that the massage after giving birth was just a mere tradition.

Fahira closed both eyes. Suddenly it sounded very clear in his ears the sound of baby crying. Fahira was a little surprised and re-opened his eyes.

Why did she suddenly remember the baby?

Ah no! Maybe it was the neighbor's baby.

*

"How's Nak? Is Jahira home?" Mr. Subagyo asked Farrel who had just ended his phone call with Inda. He called Inda to ask for Hanun's whereabouts.

"It looks like Hanun is at home, because he's not working today."

Mr. Subagyo sumringah, eagerly Mr. Subagyo invites Farrel to immediately go to Hanun's house.

Farrel opened the room door without knocking on it he saw Fahira sitting on the bed. Fahira was surprised by Farrel's arrival and immediately stood up.

"Next time knock on the door if you want to come in!"

Farrel smiled then said, "come on! Papa's taking us somewhere."

Fahira wanted to ask again but Farrel had already left.

I told you to take a break now go how the hell Papa.

Fahira came out of the room despite feeling lazy.

Finally Farrel, Fahira, and Pak Subagyo prepare to leave for Hanun's house without Yunus who still has to work from home.

"If the online taxi message is likely to wait a long time. So how's Pa?" Farrel asked Mr. Subagyo when they had been outside the house.

"If there is, take a regular taxi, son. Let's not wait anymore."

Fahira wondered what made his father look so impatient.

"There, but at the end of the road. There's a highway up ahead" pointed Farrel.

"It's okay to just walk a little, isn't it Ra?"

Fahira nodded, and they walked towards the highway. Suddenly in the middle of the road Fahira felt pain in the lower part of his stomach he stopped walking and held his stomach while grimacing.

Mr. Subagyo and Farrel who saw him became worried.

"Are you okay, son?"

Fahira shook his head despite the pain.

"Hows it? Let me intercept the tax to come here. You guys just wait here." Farrel was about to leave but Fahira held him back.

"I'm okay, let's go again." Fahira predates Farrel's path despite the pain and pain he felt. Suddenly Farrel walked quickly and confronted him, crouching his back to Fahira.

"Good!"

Whahuh? Fahira refused, let alone this would be a spectacle of people.

"No, let's go!"

"Well son, sorry Papa forgot about your condition."

Seeing his sad-looking father Fahira follows his desire to climb onto Farrel's back.

The smell of shampoo came out when Fahira was on Farrel's back. It's so romantic, once Ammar never carried it like this. Haissh Fahira shook her head as she realized she was comparing Farrel to Ammar.

Farrel carried Fahira to the highway, then dropped him off after arriving.

They stopped the taxi and got into it.

On the way no one speaks such silent words as a radio that there is no channel there is only the sound of the roar of cars and the frenzied activity of the road.

A while later, the taci stopped in front of Hanun's house. Fahira wondered whose house it was, it was even simpler than Farrel's.

"Who's Pa's house?" ask Fahira.

"Later you'll know." Mr. Subagyo got out of the taxi first.

Fahira gasps slightly when the taxi door on his side opens itself, but Farrel opens it.

Farrel crouched down in front of him then asked, "still sick?" Farrel's eyes point toward Fahira's stomach. Instantly Fahira held his stomach and felt uncomfortable because viewed by Farrel with a fairly close distance.

"It's polite to you!" Fahira pushed Farrel a little he really did not like or even the trauma of being noticed that intimate by a man.

Farrel finally stood up giving Fahira a way to get out of the taxi.

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