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The Wounded Eye

"Cannot be. Sister knows Harris J consider him different from other fans, evident when singing fighting dreamer in London her eyes full of happiness. Dinda is special."

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Not expecting to see the condition of the chatty sister is enough to invite many tight spaces in the chest.

Where's the noodle hair friend who's been singing fighting dreamer in london?

"How long hasn't Dinda been around?" Renata said, very worried.

And for Renata himself, this first saw the figure of the character's sister lying weakly accompanied by an infusion of oxygen.

"If it's not wrong three weeks, brother." Answer Gessa.

The bespectacled guy was busy watching his chatty sister's late-goals lying weakly on the hospital bed while keeping a parcel from Japan on the hospital nightstand and taking a seat by the door.

Narrowing the temple with a huffed feeling.

Why doesn't Harris J know this? Three weeks was not a brief ticking of seeing the helplessness of the girl in the hospital.

"Sir, is it true that Harris J considers Dinda to be just an ordinary person? Like the fans out there?" Varinta asked very grievously.

Hearing that, it really made Lefan's head throb again.

Where to explain that the bule really takes seriously the real struggle problem Adinda?

Renata who heard that only turned his head for a while and then stroked the head of his younger brother who was met a few years ago.

"If it's true what my friend said, why Harris J ngundang and love high expectations, the edges in PHP are like his Indonesian manager." Gessa sneers.

Again, Lefan was silent.

His arrival to Indonesia did not find a question that was not at all desirable but ..

"Harris J why don't you know he's sick?"

It took me a long time to get answers from my two best friends.

"You know what, maybe Harris came here?" Renata broke the silence.

"Sori kak, instead of covering up Dinda's health, but.."

"Don't tell me you don't want to make Harris feel guilty and think, do you?!" Lefan.

Enough for both of them to bow, weak.

"Sir, it's impossible. Sister knows Harris J consider him different from other fans, evident when singing fighting dreamer in London her eyes full of happiness. Dinda is special." Again, Lefan chirped.

What is known is the seriousness of Harris J responding to and appreciating the talent of character girls is currently being stretched weak, not yet awakened in London so proud through the eyes of admiration, he said, found an Adinda abstinence nyerah also managed to break the line of fans and idols as friends till jannah.

Isn't there enough evidence that lies in the eyes of invited guests in London?

Is it not enough when the swing step was looking for Adinda's address and pick her up to London?

How many more times, to convince the two of them that Harris J really accepts the struggle of a character girl?

"Oh, brother almost forgot. What you mean is appreciation through the workshop and invited through Harris J concert in Indonesia, right? That way his JJS, oh especially the manager from Indonesia recognizes his achievements, right?"

Ah, Lefan was right. Unfortunately, his son was lying weak like this, not allowing to respond well.

"Well, Harris J needs to know Dinda's condition."

Honestly, Lefan himself has lost contact with bule london-haired noodles that are often called Adinda.

At least the news, shows that Harris J still plays an important role in the dream fingers have not been appreciated in want.

"If you can tell what cause Dinda is sick?" This time it was Renata who threw the question.

"Eng.he's too tired to manage the project, brother. That made him drop gini." Gessa answered.

"Projects? Likewhat?" Renata.

"Writing. He invited Harris J fans to channel his talents to writing, such as sending poems, short stories and stars."

"Well, how can you drop? Isn't that one of his hobbies, huh?" Renata was confused.

And, "Ren, he shouldn't be too tired, physically weak. Especially thinking too much." Lefan straightened out to the point.

"Kok I was never told, when he came to the boarding house to ask for a translet of the script?" It is still inviting bengong from his translation brother.

Lefan just threw out a breath so riled.

Ever raised a question that is not even inexhaustible, too ambitious to pursue a dream but has been achieved. Kok is now too rash that even damages his health now.

Heh. Din, you it hasn't changed at all well, deck. Stubborn.gusar Lefan in inner voice.

"Sister, you know what? What am I pursuing is achievement? Many of his fans are chasing because they are obsessed with showing off to other JJS. I'm different brother."

Yes deck, you are different. It's so different for you to lie down, right? Again, Lefan muttered inwardly. Very shrewd

The memory with the character girl while still in London, continues to unfold in the mind. Also very enthusiastic sentence wanted to find the address bule london the first time but ended crying because he had to return home immediately to Indonesia.

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Taking an empty place then glanced very softly at a jolly figure lying weakly on a hospital bed.

"Dinda is not aware, brother three days here the condition is still the same. There's no change." Lefan opened the chat.

"I'm really sorry, that time was so angry with him. If it can be repeated.."

"Second, do not blame yourself, all are already in the Scanario of God. Just pray for the best."

How not to heed Lefan's words, try? If he does not do the wrong thing, it is likely to hear chattering and bring it across the phone.

Does the cheerful figure have mental trauma or other illnesses? What makes him lie weak like this?

Once, Lefan told me about a painful pulse in the head area.

Wallahis. At that time Harris J did not know, what because it was surrounded by anger?

"Say next week you're at a concert?"

Ah, right too.

"God willing, his health is much more a priority now, sis. I want to keep a company until we get together."

The conversation halted, upon seeing two people enter the room.

"Harris! Brani once came here, huh?!" The Varinta circus uses the papuan dialect, still not received.

Bule London was simply speechless and no smile adorned his face.

Ok. Fine, now allowed in capturing all the anger radiating throughout the body of his best friend Adinda on the self.

Because it was his fault.

"Rin..Rin, this is a hospital, don't make a fuss.." Gessa tried to calm the woman down.

"Trade, Ges! This child jan mentang-about trus artist in pursuit of the same as a friend, arbitrarily treat him. What's?! Look there! Dinda is unconscious, because ko pu is alone!" That emotion is like a blaze.

"Rin..please, just this once, please forgive Harris J, yeah?" Gessa Pinta.

Precisely not heeded but still berkoar continue to blame bule london for the unconsciousness of his best friend on the hospital bed.

"Em, can we both talk? I will solve both of these problems. How's it?" Harris J finally opens his voice.

Still not responding beautifully but Varinta's very creepy intimidating look.

"Sir, it is not good if there are people who intend to improve the relationship, reciprocated with arrogance. God doesn't like it." Lefan began to defuse the hot situation.

Heh. Exhaling furiously while exiting in annoyance from the hospital room, "by the way! Don't be so twisted." He leaned against the body on the hospital wall.

"Actually I personally apologize completely. Because I know Dinda mendzolimi herself by way of inviting my fans to work."

There's a pause in Harris J's conversation.

Making Varinta look at her glance and hold both hands in front of her chest, "I think with anger and dislike for some time, will make her change her mind. Wallahi, I'm really sorry it's been like this, if it's as bad as it is now." Harris J's Sesal.

"Hm. Your regret doesn't make my best friend wake up, does it?! Why don't you ask Lefan, huh!"

"Rin.I knew you were a wise friend when Dinda pursued me as a friend. Day .. You're the only one who believes in big dreams that are impossible in people's ears, but not with you."

Harris J breathes regularly, "you are different from those around him, who think his dreams are written like fools. I'm really sorry for making your precious friend sick. Honestly, I didn't ask him to do this either."

"Ok fine, I'm sorry. You should also apologize to him, because stubbornly know the novel that has been made in two languages has not been able to be certain, which makes him like this, right?"

Ah, that's right Varinta said.

Bule London was just smiling faintly, "godly after Dinda kissed, I apologize for that. Promise .. I will not repeat the mistake a second time. Thanks?"

They entered the hospital room, asking to sit in a chair next to the hospital bed that Gessa was wearing.

As he understood the meaning of Harris J's code, he quickly got up and turned to the sofa approaching Varinta.

There were bitter smiles created there, unconsciously ..

Silence became shahdu when the London boule chanted Surah Ar-Rahman.

"Fabiayyi ala irobbikuma tukadziban-" Harris J described his recitation of the quran when he saw the movement in the girl's fingers.

"Sister Lefan?!" Spontaneously turned to them were busy chatting, once the name owner was called to turn his head.

And then encode through the index finger towards Adinda, immediately those who sit on the sofa flocked to the girl's mattress.

"Dad?" Lefan tried to call.

So too with the others.

It took five minutes to see the longed eyelids open slowly.

Gratitude also rose on their lips, "Din..why do you like to make others worry anyway?!" Gessa Gems. []