AFTER YOU GO ~Story About Farrel~

TAKE AWAY

Inda several times wiped her tears that fell unstoppably. Inda had already considered Hanun as her own brother, this time she was really going to be alone in this vast city. He still has to finish his education in the city of Jogja.

"Don't forget me, Nun!"

Hanun who was putting his old clothes into the cardboard instantly fell silent, he looked at Inda then hugged her.

"Where can I possibly forget you and all your kindness. In ... Send me a letter."

Inda took off Hanun's embrace and said, "ribet Nun, you just buy a cell phone."

Hanun always managed to make her smile even though she was sad.

Hanun thought for a moment then nodded he only remembered that now his time was sophisticated. Only he who is not sophisticated alias left behind.

"Your shirt is carded?" ask Inda.

Hanun sighed then said, "Papa said in his house a lot of Fahira clothes so I don't have to bring clothes. Ah really dear In, let alone this .. nih see!"

Hanun shows a beach dress he bought while on Drini's beach. "This is the shirt I bought when we went to the beach, even though it cost twenty thousand pity if thrown away." Hanun hugs the T-shirt that says Drini beach.

"Hm ... If I ask, may I?" ask Inda.

Hanun nodded enthusiastically then gave the shirt to Inda, at least if Inda who has it will not be barked into trash.

"bt ... Don't you want to move here? It's safer here there are no delinquents like where you are. I'm worried about you." Hanun looked at Inda and meant it with his words.

Inda shook her head, "not Nun. Some of them haven't seen hanging out in weeks. Like just disappearing."

Hanun couldn't force him to just pray that Inda would be fine.

It was time for them to part, one last hug Inda gave to Hanun. Although heavy, Inda let Hanun go. He wishes Hanun to be happy with his family.

*

Around one o'clock in the afternoon, Mr. Subagyo and his children and Farrel flew from Adisutjipto Airport to the hometown of Hanun and Fahira.

Mr. Subagyo was sitting next to Farrel while Hanun was with Fahira.

Hanun felt awkward because Fahira was just silent like never before. It was supposed to be Hanun here but why didn't Fahira open his mouth at all. Hanun was confused especially this was the first time he had boarded a plane, he hesitated and awkwardly wondered to Fahira. Finally Hanun chose to sleep and prepared himself to welcome his new life.

After a long journey, Hanun finally stood in front of a house that he thought was no less magnificent than the house of Doctor Arseno.

Hanun stepped hesitantly behind Fahira who still had not opened his mouth. Upon arriving at the living room Hanun was amazed by what he saw.

"Come on Nun." Fahira takes Hanun to his room. The waiter who saw it was astonished and strange why Fahira suddenly had two.

Not a few of them were directly gossiping in the kitchen, but not with Ratmi. Ratmi is a senior servant, she has served and worked with Mr. Subagyo since Mr. Subgyo got married and had children. So he already knew about Fahira having a twin.

Ratmi walks hurriedly towards Fahira's room, she wants to see with her own eyes that Jahira has returned.

When she reached the threshold of the open door, Ratmi smothered her mouth with her shock.

"Nl ...."

Fahira and Hanun who were in a moment turned to look at Ratmi who was pecking near the door.

"Bi Ratmi here come in!" Fahira takes Ratmi to get close to Hanun.

"This is Jahira, he's my brother."

*

Meanwhile Farrel was still with Mr. Subagyo in the living room. They unwinded with two cups of warm lemon tea made by the waiter.

"Pa, there's something I want to say" Farrel said suddenly.

Mr. Subagyo, who had just sipped his tea, nodded and said, "what son?"

Farrel took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, as if gathering strength to say.

"I'm going to bring Fahira and the baby to live in my house, a few months ago the house was newly renovated. Too bad if it's not occupied."

Mr. Subagyo thought for a moment, honestly he was not ready if he had to part with Fahira. His son was too special for him to let live independently. He was afraid Fahira was suffering.

"But Fahira is used to this luxury, Papa is worried he'll trouble you."

Farrel smiled. "Papa doesn't have to worry anyway the distance from here to my house is not too far away. Fahira can come here anytime. One more thing, I'll make sure that Fahira's entire needs and the baby are met."

Farrel understood her in-laws' fear, he knew Mr. Subagyo was afraid Fahira would starve if he had to get out of this fancy rumsh.

Subagyo then agreed with doubt.

"But Papa is sure Fahira must have refused, for that let's put together a scenario as if Papa were to expel him."

Farrel was astonished by what his father-in-law had just said he could do nothing but follow Mr. Subagyo's advice although it might have hurt Fahira.

*

It was time to eat together, that afternoon family members increased the dining table that is usually quiet is now crowded with obrolah and tinkling cutlery clashing.

The still awkward Hanun could not eat properly, let alone him seeing Farrel nearby. Oh can he be this close to the man who broke his heart.

Moreover, every time Hanun accidentally looked at him, Farrel was always sensitive and looked back while giving a smile. That of course still gave an erratic debate in Hanun's heart.

Ah could-can be Farrel face without sin so.

"Fahira, your room will be occupied by Jahira. So you better get out of this house."

Fahira coughed at hearing his father say that. Did he not hear wrong?

"Papa kicked me out?"

Mr. Subagyo fell silent, Hanun dropped the spoon he held onto the plate.

Whatisthis?

Why did his father even throw Fahira, Hanun so bad. It's all because of his presence.

"If you don't live here ... Where do I live, Pa?" Fahira didn't think this would happen. He did not know how now other than to beg for mercy.

"Have you forgotten you had a husband? Ask your husband where are you going?" It could be that Mr. Subagyo said casually while Fahira was being hit by eternalism.

Fahira then looked at Farrel, not sure Farrel would take him to a decent place.

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