Fistfuls

A Photo

Gita has been allowed to go home, the girl looks happy and cheerful of course, especially when in the hospital all her friends come to visit, even Karin was present, a friend who missed because Karin had just arrived this morning, with the reason busy school, even though Hafidz had just found Gita's best friend, because the girl had moved house, even Aunt Sita who used to be familiar with Mama Karin did not know where they moved.

"Pa, isn't this our old house? Why are we coming back here?" gita asked as the car she was riding in entered the courtyard of a mansion.

"Why change the new atmosphere, son, you don't mind, do we stay here again?" the reason he deliberately made because it is impossible to tell everything for now.

"No, I could go back to my childhood home. But I think this is better, when Papa renovates the house, I don't know?" Gita looked around, though she knew it was her home first but why now it was nicer and more present.

"Where have you ever wanted to know this kind of business, right? So Papa renovated the house too without anyone knowing," replied Papa, helping Gita out of the car.

They walked into the house with a casual chat, the Papa really missed a time like this, close to his daughter like before. Because after the discovery of Sinta, Papa and the child were no longer as close as before as if there was a beautiful distance. It turns out that behind the disaster there is a happiness stored as it is today of course.

"You take a break, let Mbok Tun take your food to the room." Papa stroked the top of Gita's head as the girl was already sitting on the side of the bed, looking around that felt foreign to her.

Gita nodded, "Yes Pa," he said. After that the Papa came out of the room leaving Gita alone there.

Instead of resting the girl actually looked around the room, paying attention to one by one the objects in that place. Opening the desk drawer he usually uses to study, his eyes narrowed when he found a book with a blue cover. Curious, of course, he was very curious, because he remembered not having such a book. Slowly opening the book, when on the first page an object fell to the floor, the girl grabbed it. His eyes narrowed again as he looked at the object, a photo inside of him was of two young men flanking himself in the middle.

"Who are the two of them? I come to the hospital often, but why never go? Keep this up when am I taking rich photos of them?" muttered.

It seems like they never took a photo together, is this an edit? No, the photo looks natural.

"Well, why is my head so dizzy?" The girl held her head that was suddenly dizzy when she thought about the photo. He immediately returned the photo to the book, no longer interested in reading the contents of the book. Better when he sleeps alone, maybe his head will soon improve during sleep later.

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A young man was sitting on the balcony of his room, looking at a photo stored in his cell phone, a candid photo of a girl. The girl who had stolen his heart a long time ago, and the girl had now become his life purpose. But fate plays on the love story of both of them.

"It feels more claustrophobic than when we were LDRs. Is this what I call LDR?" he mumbled asking himself.

If their LDR can still send messages or call, can even look at the beautiful face as much as possible even though only through video, but now say no, they are even like strangers.

"Ndra, Lo don't keep gini dong. I'm even worried about Lo if Lo is rich gini continues. Rest assured everything's gonna be okay." Hafidz approached his best friend, he was concerned to see Indra whose daily activities were only contemplating since the incident of the Gita accident at that time.

Indra was silent, I don't know what she was thinking. Looking back at the wallpaper of his phone, where his picture with the girl he was thinking about was there. Both of them were in London.

"Gue misses him," he said suddenly.

Hafidz sighed, he missed his twin brother, but he could do anything now other than pray for Gita's recovery.

"What are we going there for now?" hafidz proposed, but Indra's answer did not match his expectations.

"Gue will be added kangen the same he if only see without being able to speak together, I can't afford Fidz." Indra stared at the scenery that could be seen from the balcony of this room.

Hafidz nodded, understanding what his best friend meant. He was actually almost the same as Indra, but he was more able to control himself to not dissolve in sadness like this young man beside him.

Both of them were silent for a long time, until Hafidz's phone vibrated, the young man immediately received the call.

"I'm going home, I need to change Papa to see a client." Hafidz left Indra's room after getting a call from the Papa.

Indra sighed to see the departure of Hafidz, the young man was like tireless, had just returned home from work now he had to work again as the request of the Papa. It must be very hard to be a Hafidz, fortunately the young man is smart, if not already sure will give up on his current life. Seeing the excited Hafidz tirelessly, made him think of giving up all this destiny on the one who has life.

"Gue can't be this weak. It's been quite a while ago to make me slump." Indra remembered the incident a few years ago when he started entering High School, where his mother and beloved sister left him.

Over a year, the young man became an untouchable teenager, his activities were just daydreaming while staring at the photo of the Mother, no tears but sadness continued to stick in his mind. Even he felt that mother was still in every corner of his house, the shadow was always present. To make the Oma take him to Jakarta, and he returned to school despite still being a quiet teenager. Until his meeting with Devin and his friends, gave him back to life as usual, even though their association was a little naughty, but it could make him forget the departure of the mother so suddenly.

"Darling, I'm sure we'll be together soon. And when that comes, I won't let you get out of my life, whatever the reason is." Her determination is so great that she will no longer allow Gita to return to London if she remembers, whatever she will do to keep Gita here.

He got up and left the balcony, which became a friend of his grief. Better to clean up, he was sure the next few minutes the Oma would go into his room to take him to dinner together.

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