Love in Mystery

Presumed boyfriend

And at the same time, because it might wait too long, suddenly Mr. Fathan came and asked, “What are you guys doing here?”

Hearing Mr. Fathan's sudden remark like that made them surprised as well. Let alone them, I was surprised.

“Oh, nothing, sir. We just want to chat with Fira.”

“What's true, Fir?” asked Mr. Fathan to confirm it to me again.

I nodded hard because I didn't want to add to the problem. Especially with the fans, Mr. Fathan. Just imagining it has made me creep especially if it has to really happen.

“Iiih,” muttered me in the heart.

Meanwhile at the same time...

“Ya. You all disperse,” orders Mr. Fathan.

Those who might still want to prank me look like they are reluctant to leave. But in relation to those who told them was Mr. Fathan, as a result they could only submit to him.

While they were all gone, Mr. Fathan softly but firmly said, “Quickly if you do not want something like this to happen again.”

Mr. Fathan then left me alone to change my clothes quickly.

***

I who had finished changing my clothes immediately came to signal to Mr. Fathan that I was ready and soon after, Mr. Fathan moved from his original position and walked to the parking lot.

While I myself who could not go straight away was finally only able to sit for a moment.

But when I was sitting, Jio came and sat down next to me.

“Lo out of anywhere?” ask Jio.

“Eh? I mean where did it come from, Yo?” I was confused by his words.

“I mean it's a few days now where are you going. I am looking for you but cannot find you,” he said.

“Lha you shrill me where? How can I not find me,” my question.

Jio was silent. He didn't answer my questions at all. I'm not curious about what he's saying either. Until I finally got the miscall from Mr. Fathan.

“Yo, sorry. Looks like I have to go now. I can not stay long nemenin lo,” said I was immediately in a hurry to leave without knowing how Jio's facial expression at that time.

When I arrived at the parking lot, suddenly Mr. Fathan's car came immediately to my surprise.

“Yes this guy. Why is his attitude getting weird?! Not like the first time I met,” muttered in my heart while getting into his car.

“Aready?” ask and I nodded.

The car was finally driven at medium speed.

I who was feeling exhausted was involuntarily asleep asleep. But when I woke up, I found the car in silence and Mr. Fathan was no longer in the driver's seat.

I looked up and looked for Mr. Fathan's whereabouts until I finally saw him in the distance getting a call.

If you look at his face, it seems that Mr. Fathan is having problems because the expression on his face is a tense expression and like he is holding back anger. I wondered in my heart what was really going on and who he was talking to.

After knowing that Mr. Fathan stopped his phone, I immediately pretended to go back to sleep because I did not want to see his emotional look like that, spooky.

From the movement that occurred in the car, I can tell that Mr. Fathan has entered the car. But after that somehow suddenly silence and my face like it feels a bit warm and not exposed to the gust of wind.

Out of curiosity, I finally opened my eyes and...

“Aaaaaargh!..” shouts me, “Father!”

Meanwhile, Mr. Fathan who got such a reaction from me also immediately held his ear while saying, “Fir, yell you it was very loud. People who don't know I thought I was persecuting you.”

“Lagian Mr. anyway. Why is your face so close in front of my face?!” my protest.

“Gak. Why-why,” sahutnya if I notice his face turned red.

He was running his car again. Along the way, we just kept quiet and none of us opened the chat. Only occasionally did he ask about where my home address was. The rest of us don't talk about anything anymore.

After some time traveling, we finally arrived at my house. I who actually have been very long with Father and Mother was finally down leaving Mr. Fathan who finally brought all my luggage.

“Mother,” I said when I saw Mom who was drying clothes next to the house.

“Fira?!.” said mother surprised, “when did you arrive dear?”

“Barusan, Mom. Which father?” my many.

“Dad hasn't come home, baby. Looks like your father will be home late again because he said in his office is a lot of work,” explained Mother.

“Oh so,” sahutku.

A moment later, it turned out that I realized Mr. Fathan's presence and then asked, “Who is that man, dear?”

“Di—di—dia,.”

“Oh mom knows. She must be your boyfriend, right?” guess the mother who cut me off.

“Bu—bu—not Bu,” sahutku but mother still does not believe and still clean strong with his opinion.

“Hadeuh. How would it be if this was discovered by Mr Fathan?! I can think of my cravings again,” I murmured in my heart.

Mother who had finished drying this clothes also finally invited me to meet Mr. Fathan.

“Pak,” my handkerchief to him who is in the position of his back to us.

Feeling himself called, Mr. Fathan finally turned his body and faced us.

“Pak, introduce. This is my mother,”, I said, introducing my mother to her.

“How are you, Tan?” how polite.

“Good, Son. Come please come in,” said Mother in a friendly tone.

We finally went into the house and talked for a while and not long after that, Dad came home. Politely Mr. Fathan greeted Dad.

The father who just found out that I brought a man to the house finally asked who Mr. Fathan was. Not even Mr. Fathan introduced himself, Mother immediately said that Mr. Fathan is my girlfriend. How shameful I am. While holding my shame, I also covered my face with both palms of my hands so that I did not know how Mr. Fathan's facial expression at that time.

Dad, who thought Mom's words were true, finally told Mr. Fathan that he would take care of me while away from home. Mr. Fathan nodded. But I don't know what he's thinking.

We talked late into the night and finally Dad and mom told us to stay the night. Unexpectedly, this was immediately asserted by Mr. Fathan and the result we would not want to end up staying overnight. We slept in separate rooms. I'm in my own room and Mr. Fathan is in the guest room.

I who just finished preparing the guest room for Mr. Fathan was suddenly surprised to see Mr. Fathan was pensive to see a photo.

“Pak, I'm looking at what?” my many.

“Fir, this is your photo?” her question showed me a picture of myself as a ten-year-old.

I nodded and immediately the look on Mr. Fathan's face changed to make me ask, “Pak, Mr why?”

“A—aku,..”

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