AFTER YOU GO ~Story About Farrel~

DANGER LURKING

Hanun stretched out when her work was just finished, she squirmed as she occasionally yawned. Yes, the clock showed the number ten night and Hanun was very tired.

Maybe for people who have been smart to play their fingers on the keyboard the work will not take long. But for Hanun who was still fumbling where the letters on the keyboard were located the job was very difficult. Luckily Hanun was quick to respond in capturing the knowledge he got briefly even though it still needed adjustments.

Hanun looked around, dark and dim. Suddenly Hanun goosebumps it turns out the state of the office at night is very scary. Rushing he tidied up his belongings and started walking away from the room where he worked.

The sound of shoes clashing with the floor was heard in the middle of silence. Hanun sped up his pace to get to the lobby soon, at least there would be security on guard.

Sure enough, when he arrived at the Hanun lobby saw the private driver Pak Subagyo was chatting with security on duty that night.

"Eh Miss, is it over?"

Hanun nodded as he said, "since when have you been here?"

"From eight o'clock Non, Mr. Subagyo was worried about leaving Miss alone here."

Hanun let out a rough breath, he thought that Pak Subagyo should not overdo it like that. Mr. Subagyo probably forgot that Hanun had been forged with difficulty from childhood.

If the matter of coming home tonight is certainly not a strange thing for Hanun.

"Yes, sir!" Hanun preceded the driver to leave the office after previously giving a friendly smile at the security beside the driver.

Once in the car, the driver starts the engine. But the car choked up, making Hanun astonished.

"Why is this, sir?"

"I don't know either, Nope. I'll check out soon."

The driver came down to check what was with the car. Hanun couldn't just sit idly by, and he came down.

"Where's Sir?" ask Hanun.

"Sound! Why can a car tire deflate three like this?" The driver was astonished, as he remembered the car tire was fine.

"How do you do it, sir?"

"In the car there is only one tire, the workshop clock this must have been closed. How is this?" The driver was confused.

Hanun immediately opened his phone and tried to order a taxi online from the green app which he had just downloaded a few days ago.

Ah, Hanun did not understand at all using it.

"Ehm, do you know how to order a taxi online?" ask Hanun.

"Wow, I can't Non. Try to contact Mr. Subagyo only yes."

"Eh no! Poor Papa, it's already night he must have slept." Hanun immediately prevented the driver from contacting his father.

Hanun could have asked Dita for help, but at this late night Hanun knew everyone was resting, including Dita.

Hanun was throwing his breath rough, on the other hand Hanun was also pitying his confused driver.

"That's it, sir. I'm trying to find a public vehicle on the side of the road, if you want to come!" Finally Hanun took the final solution.

"Yes, that's better. Not a moment I met security first, who knows can help." After getting the approval from Hanun, the driver hurried to leave the parking lot and look for the security who had been chatting with him.

While Hanun, he walked to the side of the highway to see if there were still public vehicles passing by. Suddenly the white car stopped right beside Hanun.

The glass of the car slowly opened displaying a figure of a man with a piercing in his ear.

"Why are you doing nights here, Fahira?"

Hanun frowned and thought that the person was his friend Fahira.

"Oh sorry, I'm not Fahira." Hanun smiled kindly. The man in the car smiled obliquely, feeling his trap was on target. Then the man got out of his car.

"You don't joke, Ra. It's obviously you." The man walked up to Hanun who had been away looking for public transportation that might pass.

"I'm his brother."

The man stopped and watched Hanun from top to bottom. The man smiled meaningfully.

Hanun felt dislike if anyone noticed him like the man did.

Seeing Hanun who seemed uncomfortable, the man finally thrust his hand to invite Hanun to shake hands.

"I didn't know Fahira had a brother who looked like him. Meet me Ammar, Fahira's friend."

Before Hanun returned Ammar's hand, suddenly Pak Subagyo's driver ran towards him.

"Nl ... Let's go home! Tire problem is in order."

The driver seemed to know the danger that was lurking his master's son. After Hanun passed Ammar, he followed behind and glanced at Ammar.

Arriving in the car, as soon as possible the driver drove his car.

"Alhamdulillah the tires have not deflated, sir."

"Yes Non, fortunately security helped me pump this tire."

Hanun just nodded, the driver noticed from the rearview mirror then said, "Non, I hope you are more careful. Don't let that person approach Miss!"

"I mean Father?" hanun asked not understanding.

"Eh, I don't want to be presumptuous. But Miss has to be more careful going forward. Poor Mr. Subagyo."

Although he did not understand the meaning of the driver's words, Hanun agreed because he knew that being careful was necessary.

*

Arriving at home, the situation was quiet. Hanun was sure that all the occupants including the servants had already fallen asleep.

Hanun walked slowly so as not to create an uproar that could wake people up. He opened the door of his room and turned on the light.

Ah the mattress was seen waving asking Hanun to come up on it immediately. Hanun rushed to remove all the objects attached to him without cleaning the body first. He was really tired, after changing clothes he immediately threw himself on the soft mattress.

Although he was currently very hungry, Hanun chose to close his eyes. I could no longer walk down the stairs.

*

A ringtone rang out to accompany Hanun who was still asleep. The room curtain had been opened by a servant who had come to the room to pick up Hanun's dirty clothes.

Hanun slowly opened his eyes and narrowed them due to the light that was flashing behind the window glass.

Hanun immediately glared knowing it was noon.

Ah shit's late.

Hanun rushed towards the bathroom and washed his pillow face. She had no intention of taking a shower this morning because she knew she would be late for the office.

After wearing office clothes, he rushed out and down the stairs. His steps were a little swallowed when he saw his father still using a shirt and only wearing a sarong.

Mr. Subagyo sipped his coffee while reading the newspaper. Then his eyes collided with Hanun who stood clumsy.

Hanun just realized that today is the weekend. Office holiday.

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