
"excuse me sir, unconscious" with a grinning smile that seemed to have done nothing wrong.
Kesya quickly drove her motorcycle through the traffic light that had been green, and cursed her careless self for her shameful behavior.
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At the same time in a different place, A young man was busy sleeping in a luxury apartment that can only be inhabited by rich people in various worlds.The walls that dominate the dark blue and black add to the impression of luxury, which can only be occupied by rich people in various worlds, with a window facing directly towards the dense city of New York, United States.A luxury mobile phone with a dare to sound disturbing sleep handsome young man who is still lazy to wake up.
"Dtetrttr...tdrttt.."begetar and released the latest western songs in America.
The young man fingered his large bed, to pick up a cell phone that always rang disturbing his deep sleep.
"Farhan.kamu where aja,mama phone not raised" loud voice and his mama across there.
"Aduhhhh.ma.ma.do not scream, still angry in the morning"typical with a new sound of waking up while keeping his phone away from the ear.
"Did you say it was still the morning of Farhan.You did not see the sun was already bright there" with a sound sprained because of the behavior of his son who never changed.
"Yes. yeah.. Farhan woke up, there was what the ma called Farhan not usually kayak"suspicious with the attitude of his mother who is not as usual.
"Mama just want to say papa, you did not study in America, because you never changed is still like this, so mom and dad agreed you studied at a famous university in Indonesia"obviously mama Dela with spirit.
"What.. Mama is not kidding me" she replied with a shocked face.
"Mama is not kidding dear, it wants your papa, you know that papa's orders can not be denied" replied mama Dela enthusiastically because her son will go home.
"Both Farhan did not want to know, Farhan still did not want to go home" threatened Farhan.
"You can't refuse son, you know yourself that you go to school there because your papa wants you to change not to get worse, but worse,don't think your papa doesn't know what your job there is.you can only poya there" replied mama Dela with her sprains.
"But mah farhan it..Tut.tut" with Kesel Farhan's face looked at his cell that had been turned off by the mamanga unilaterally.
Farham was frustrated at his head because his papa's orders were not heretical.
"Aakhkhh.
It's been 3 years in America, Farhan, 1 month in the future he will return to his homeland.actually Farhan is not a native descendant of Indonesia because his father is of Korean-Indonesian descent while his mother is native Indonesia so natural if the face of Farhan handsome with a beautiful face firm, relatively small eyelids, pointed nose and yellowish white skin.
Farhan is actually not a bad boy just that he needs freedom, does not want to be arranged, but his papa who is very fond of him always limit it.Especially the only child makes Farhan feel himself locked in a golden cage.
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25 Minutes on the road finally came in front of Mr. Joseph's house, seen his house is simple but beautiful and clean with a garden on the window, and, after 5 minutes Kesya admired the house, who kept the house out and asked the reason for his arrival.
"There's something I can help non" asked Pak sapam who guarded the house.
"hmmm, sir, I want to meet Mr. Yusuf, is he home?"ask Kesya with confidence.
"There's no, please come in" replied Pak sapam politely as he opened the gate.
"Thank you sir" while restarting the bike.
After parking the motorbike, Kesya went down and lined the front door of the house while ringing the entrance bell.
"Ting tong.."noisy sound made the pulmonary woman came and opened the door of the house.
"Ehhh nak Kesya, enter son" his wife Mr. Yusuf typical with his motherly face.
"Yes buk, hmmm sir Yusuf is there ?"ask Kesya kindly.
"So son, please sit down and let me call your father first"
after waiting a few minutes, Joseph came with his wife, who was behind, bringing drinks to the table.