Love in Mystery

Stay together

“Ja—ja—don't!!” I screamed with gasps and cold sweat pouring out.

“Fir, you why?” asked Mr. Fathan while giving me a glass of water.

I who was still panting shook my head and said, “I'm fine, sir. Thank you.”

Hearing my words, Mr. Fathan took a deep breath.

“Ya. You continue to sleep. You are here with you,” said Mr. Fathan.

I nodded and then lay down again.

***

Two hours had passed, I finally woke up and I felt very fresh.

“How are you doing, Fir?” ask Mr. Fathan.

“Much better, Sir,”.

“Thank God,” said Mr. Fathan.

A few moments later, we were silent until the end...

“Fir,” said Mr. Fathan.

“Ya, Sir,”.

“According to you, you better not go to college. Take a day off and go home to your parents,” said Mr. Fathan.

I also fell silent and lowered my head to hear Mr. Fathan's words. I feel like I should have gone home. But I also don't want to add worry to my parents. Because now my family has enough to face the burden of sadness because of the events that happened to me at that time.

“Pak, I don't think I'm going home,” I said.

“Why?” ask Mr. Fathan confused.

“Nothing, Sir,” I said briefly while looking down.

When I saw this attitude of mine, I somehow felt that Mr. Fathan could immediately feel clearly what I was feeling.

After a while later...

“Pak, I better go home to my boarding houses,” said I who then directly get out of bed.

“Fir, wait a minute,” said Mr. Fathan.

“What's up, Sir?” my many.

“Father between you and home,” said Mr. Fathan.

Without waiting for an answer from me, Mr. Fathan had already put his foot in front of me.

I who see Mr. Fathan like this can only be silent so that Mr. Fathan also calls me to walk after him.

Realizing that I was being summoned by Mr. Fathan, I immediately followed Mr. Fathan and fortunately not many saw the incident.

***

After a while traveling, finally me and Mr. Fathan arrived at my boarding place.

“Pak, have arrived here only,” said I asked to get off the car Mr. Fathan.

Mr. Fathan stopped the car at my request. But before I got off, Mr. Fathan first asked for my phone number.

Without thinking about anything, I immediately gave his mobile number to Mr. Fathan and so did Mr. Fathan. We ended up exchanging phone numbers.

Shortly before I got out of the car, Mr. Fathan received a phone call.

“Ya, fine. I'll be there soon,” he told the person across the phone.

Then the call was immediately terminated and then...

“Ya. You come down,” said Mr. Fathan and I somehow nodded and then went down.

In a hurry, Mr. Fathan immediately drove his car back from my boarding place.

Meanwhile, I who was already in the boarding room immediately sat on my bed. I sat there and thought again about everything.

“Why? Why dream of that happening over and over again?” I muttered in frustration.

***

Until one day, suddenly I decided to come to campus and sit quietly in the crowd.

Again and again, Mr Fathan was suddenly in front of me and asked, “Fir, why are you here? Don't you have no courses now?”

I immediately raised my head and looked at Mr. Fathan with a face expression that was difficult to explain without saying a word.

“Fir?” tanyanya's confused.

But I still can't tell Mr. Fathan. There is only fear in silence that I can do.

“Come with you,” said Mr. Fathan who immediately pulled my hand and took me somewhere.

I who was still silent was finally sitting on a bench and he was sitting squatting in front of me.

“Fir, tell. Here no one,” said Mr. Fathan.

I remained silent until my phone rang. I who felt this trauma was very reluctant to pick up the phone so that Mr. Fathan who took my phone and picked it up.

“Halo,” said Mr. Fathan.

But there was no answer from the person who called and the call was immediately broken up.

Mr. Fathan looks like he's suspecting something. He confirmed the number of who had contacted me. But unfortunately the number is not known so Mr. Fathan looks increasingly agitated.

“Fir, you better stay with your father if you do not want to go home to your parents,” said Mr. Fathan suddenly so that makes me very surprised.

“A—a—apa Pak?” my many.

“You don't have to worry. At home, you will not be the only father who lives there. There was also a maid. So you don't have to worry. Other business let the father take care of. Ok?!” said Mr. Fathan who seemed very pushy.

I who heard this lowered my head again. I still feel uncomfortable even though I live with Mr. Fathan.

“Fir?! Hows it? You want to, right?” ask Mr. Fathan.

With great force, I agreed.

He finally said, “Come now we take your clothes and all your needs.”

Like a doll, I nodded my head.

***

After I had brought all my necessities, Mr. Fathan took me straight to his house.

On the way, I don't know why again I can fall asleep. My heart was calm and I felt comfort.

Until one day, I also woke up from my sleep and had found myself on a bed with a very neat room.

“This is where?” muttered.

“You're awake, Fir?.” asked Mr Fathan who suddenly appeared, “ini in my sister's room.”

“Adik?! Do I sleep here?” my many.

“Nothing, Fir. Anyway this room has long been unused,” said Mr. Fathan.

“Emang Brother Where are you?” my many.

Mr. Fathan was silent for a moment and he finally said that his sister only occasionally came to visit him. More certainly only during school holidays.

“So that means your brother still has the possibility to go home. You sure I slept here?” I ask who feels bad.

He nodded and then said, “Iya. Convinced. It's all right. His brother's business Father, you don't have to think too much.”

“Oh,” sahutku.

“If this is the case, why did I agree to Mr. Fathan's offer, yes?!?!” I murmured in my heart.

Because maybe I see me pensive, Mr. Fathan finally asked, “You why?”

“Oh. I'm fine, Sir,”.

“Ya. Then you change your clothes. We'll be having dinner soon. Aunty has prepared many delicious foods to welcome your arrival,” said Mr. Fathan as he rubbed my hair and then left.

Shortly after Mr. Fathan left, I did not change my clothes. I first looked around the room and until the end...

“This photo?! It seems I've seen the person in this photo,...” my mumble, “but where is it?”

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