Liz Nadia's

Reality - Fake

"Why really be there long?"

Diraga turned around, seen the left palm of his hand is still busy hooking the wrist buttons of his shirt. "If it's all done, Papa'll be back soon, Zack."

Zack Shangra was still standing in the doorway of Diraga's room. Slightly heard a heavy breath from his mouth. "Why did my hunch say ... Papa will be back in the same month, but in the next year."

Diraga smiled in response to that. "You might be right, Zack." This time he began to wrap his black coat over a white shirt inside. "Because it seems, there's quite a lot that Papa would do there."

Starting to straighten his body which he all sent in the door frame, Zack Shangra then walked into his papa room. He took a photo that was attached to one wall blade, then stared at it quite sliced. "I'm so sorry, why our house there should be on fire. I can't see pictures of my childhood with Mama." Gently stroked a photo of a smiling middle-aged woman in her hand. "Mama is so pretty."

Diraga smiled back. Patting the young man's shoulders was full of empathy. "Keep all that is left in your heart. It means a lot more than a bunch of photos of your memories with him. Because even if those photos of memories are still there, they won't give us back."

A bitter smile accompanied Zack Shangra's gaze at the man. "I did, Pa."

"Good! Now you're coming with Papa. There's something Papa wants to show you."

Without saying any more, Diraga Madewa walked quickly out of his room room. Zack Shangra followed after a quick peek and put the picture of Diraga's wife back in place.

A paper box with a matching color lid, had just taken Diraga from inside a room that read 'Warehouse' at the top of his door.

"What is this, Pa?" Zack Shangra asked with a frown. The box is now in his hands.

"They will prove that you're not Kahfi."

The reply spontaneously made Zack Shangra's pair of eyelids widen, then he quickly opened the lid of the box without saying anything.

A collarless cocoa shirt, which may have a base of color ... white, looks very worn, unfurled Zack Shangra after slowly placing the box that packs it onto the display table to his left. The shirt is not intact. Some parts are in a torn state. And almost a third of the clothes, there were bloodstains that had hardened. But what caught Zack Shangra's attention was .. bet embroidery attached to the left side of his chest, bearing the name ... Kahfis Albareeq.

Zack Shangra's eyes widened and stared at the two syllables. "What does this mean, Pa?" the question was quite surprised, but also quite curious.

Diraga lowered his head for a moment, then raised his face again, looking at Zack Shangra full of decisiveness. "Isn't that clear. The shirt belonged to a young man named Kahfi. Right, your faces might be similar, also his age might be on par with yours. But he's definitely not you, son."

"Then?" Zack Shangra demands an explanation that may be more detailed than just an ambiguous, enigmatic sentence, as Diraga said just now.

"It was Kahfi's last shirt, which he wore in the last moment of his life," Diraga said. "The leftover clothes of the claw of a wild animal, which is either a tiger .. or perhaps a wolf. Papa got it from the firewood-seeking man. Fortunately, he still had it."

Zack Shangra was silent. The shirt is still on. He can't define his feelings at all, right now. He believed the word of Diraga. But for some reason, his heart felt sore staring at the piece of weathered cloth in his hand.

"So, Zack .. If those people still insist on thinking you are Kahfi, then they are wrong. And you have to be able to assert that. Don't be like the past ...."

Zack Shangra's head was raised staring at Diraga.

".... Your confidence was shaken by the doctor girl" continued Diraga. "In the future, you can no longer be affected. She's just a little sister, who misses her brother's dead figure."

A tingle crossed Zack Shangra's heart. The last sentence Diraga, for some reason, again felt pinched his feelings. Liz Nadia ....

"Don't think of anything about this again. You've clearly found the answer." Diraga patted briefly the shoulder of Zack Shangra's field. "Papa must leave immediately. Don't forget to take care of your health. Drink the medicine as usual, so that your head doesn't hurt anymore."

Zack Shangra nodded. "Good, Pa. Papa carefully. Take care of your health there too. I'm sorry I couldn't get Papa to the airport."

"It's okay, Zack," replied Diraga smiling. "One more ... take care of the hotel and others as best you can. Don't get down."

....

The white car that Diraga Madewa was riding in was also his assistant, starting to move away from the courtyard. Zack Shangra was still standing on the porch letting go of the man he had always considered great.

The distance swallowed, now he was alone in his big house.

The footprints are seen moving sideways towards the back of the house where the pool is located, through the side streets.

Swimming will probably make it a little fresher, he thought.

A glass cupboard was slung in front of the toilet, it was opened. He took the equipment he used to swim.

BYAAARRRRR

Zack Shangra thrust his body violently into the three-meter deep pool. Move around like a good swimmer. Enough to relax him.

In between the activity, suddenly the shadow of Liz Nadiah's smile again filled her eyes. His feelings are back in rage. He then pulled himself aside, sitting on the edge.

There was a sense of calm that creeped into his heart. Liz Nadiah is not her sister. Why did he get carried away yesterday by the girl's belief that he was her brother?

Lucky ....the answer he got today, made it seem to gain freedom. The freedom to win the woman's heart over again - according to her original wishes. He will pursue it anywhere. Until Liz Nadiah, completely resigned under the confinement of her body.

A terrifying grin was again reflected on Zack Shangra's face. Confidence as strong as steel, he has confirmed.

But suddenly his expression turned startled, as a pair of hands embraced his neck from behind.

"We're swimming again, yeah."

Zack Shangra clearly recognized the voice. "Why didn't you come home and tell me?" tanyanya flat only.

"I want to surprise you. Are you surprised, Zack?"

"Yes, a little."

Sashi Mareth.

His body had been almost naked, with a swimsuit that had been unknown since when he used it. The girl started to go down into the pool. The hand of Zack Shangra was tight, until the man fell down, down with him. Leading confidently, Shasi Maretha grabbed the man's nape, draped his arm, then kissed his lover's lips, over and over. But something is strange. Shasi Maretha looked at Zack Shangra's face, looking down. "Why don't you give me back?"

Zack Shangra smiled, also looking at him. "I'm just enjoying the surprise of you. This time ... you have to dominate," he said as he looked up the woman's sweet chin.

"I'll do it if that's your excuse" Sashi Maratha said. "I thought there was another woman, who caught your attention while I was abroad."

Zac Shangra smiled in response. Just say it like that, his heart replied.

"Nothing excites me more than you."

It felt like a poem to Sashi Maratha. There was a twinkle of real pleasure on his face. "Then I will take care of myself a thousand times more, so that you will always be satisfied with just my touch."-