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Brakes... Prangs.. Prangs..

“Jesus!!” yelled Jakson, waking up from his sleep when he heard a noise from the kitchen, his eyes round in surprise from his deep sleep.

“What a sound it is!!” his curious murmur that often moves from his soft field by sluggishly watching the situation.

“What are there no thieves in my house?” he continued still slowly stepping step while carrying a pillow that he held tightly in the chest of his field.

Prang...

The sound was heard again from the direction of the kitchen, more precisely the plates and glasses increasingly scattered on the floor with fragments that filled the floor.

“Who is it!!” jakson shouted towards the kitchen.

“Aaakkkkkk, who is there?” his screams were surprised while asking the figure who was standing with disheveled hair blocking his face, making Jakson had mistaken the figure was a ghost, which was a ghost, then he violently threw the pillow he held so that it hit the woman's face that made her fall on the broken glass.

“Aaakk!” ringis the woman was slow.

“Gosh, my house!!” snapped Jakson while observing the kitchen which is often messy like a broken ship.

“What are you doing to my house!!” he continued to get more emotional as he approached the figure regardless of each glass fragment there because he was wearing a sandal house.

“A I'm hungry!!” his reply was a plan that made Jakson round the eyes of astonishment at the trivial speech.

Jakson often looked at him, watching him sitting on the floor with the intention of Wanting to make sure his guess, Jakson crouched to get rid of the hair blocking the girl's face, wondering if it was true as he thought. Jakson was surprised, the figure in front of him was none other than Megan.

“You, you've realized” obviously Jakson often does not believe.

Megan only nodded weakly at the question. He did not know the figure of a handsome man in front of him who had made him think hard who this figure who just threw him a pillow.

“Thank God, you've come to your senses, are you okay now, no one is sick?” asked Jakson again to ascertain the state of the figure who had just woken up during these three months.

“I, yes it's just now I'm hungry!!” megan's reply was a bit awkward and embarrassed because she asked a stranger.

“You're hungry! You hungry to eat so destroy my house!” gerutu Jakson stared fixed kitchen room messy, resisting annoyed by clenching hands, but last night he had worked hard to clean all that.

“I, I'm sorry!!” reply Megan often feel guilty, knowing she happened carelessly in this foreign house.

“Hmmm.. Come on, come here! you won't get any food here, I can't cook so usually just order from outside!” reply Jakson with a weak sigh, when like this he can not be rude to Megan who just healed.

Megan followed him without any ringing from the small wound on her leg. He also just complied, afraid of himself being wrong because he did not know this figure, but how else he also did not know who to ask now.

Jakson snatched a cell phone on the nightstand, often busy looking for a cell phone number Jim intended to tell him to buy food while telling that the patient who had been in his care for three months had woken up from his sleep.

“What you want to order!” ask Jakson.

“Anything!” reply did not dare to ask for more, at least for food is the same for him whether it is delicious or not.

Megan sat down on the sofa, her eyes often glaring at the intricacies of this large house.

“What yes, this big house he just lives alone” his inner asking often observe every corner of the house then stare at Jakson who is increasingly busy with his phone.

Megan is pensive, she often remembers her dark past. He asked if Devan would look for him at this time. Seeing that he had many wounds, it was no longer possible for him to return to the first love that betrayed him.

On one of the tables, there was a small calendar there, he stared intently at the calendar. Circled on March 21 there, inscribed the day of the incident under it.

“21 March, wasn't that day I broke up with Devan!” megan recalled the painful incident.

Jakson, who is often busy with his cellphone, occasionally glances at Megan, afraid that the figure will make the house fall apart like a kitchen. Megan was staring fixedly pensively in front of the small calendar.

“Now it's June 2nd Jakson exclaimed in a plain tone and then continued typing with Jim.

“2 June! Is it now June 2nd!!” snapped Megan hysterically in disbelief, she thought it was still March which was none other than her mourning period.

“What's up, why are you yelling like that, what's up with June 2nd!” exclaimed Jakson stared at the astonished hysterical figure panicking in front of him.

“Now June 2, so you mean I was unconscious for three months, ti.ga... moon!” obviously, he often thought of counting his fingers, and the last thing he remembered was nothing but walking coldly down the sidewalk and someone pushed him and his body began to go numb when a car hit him.

“Whose are you? why am I here? that day.. that day I got hit instead!” megan asked often to make sure, as if her manners and curiosity were increasingly ruling her body with an uncontrollable stirring.

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If there are similarities in the names of characters, characters, and places, I as the author apologize. This story is merely fictitious, not intended to offend readers and others.