Secrets of the Former (Love Left Behind)

Hundred Eight

The day is longer without you. Time moves longer if there is no you.

Gantari won't wait anymore. This morning he was getting ready to make sure Nevan was. His heart is troubled and he needs certainty.

From earlier Gantari pecked himself in front of the mirror. Looking for a way to hide the bandage on his head. He didn't want Nevan to worry. Finally he decided to wear a baseball cap, although he had to withstand a little pain when just wearing it.

"You sure?" Darya who chose to reduce her activities in the office and began to entrust her to Ardiman paled from behind the door.

Gantari looked over, then nodded. "I'm worried about Nevan."

Darya sighed, then commented a smile. Darya knew it would be useless to block Gantari because her grandson's anxiety had been seen since he opened his eyes.

"alright. Let Sarif inter."

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Sarif drove the car very carefully because he believed Gantari was still not so recovered. This can be seen from the rearview mirror inside when occasionally Gantari looks frowned behind his baseball cap.

Arriving in front of Nevan's house, Sarif deftly exited the car and opened the door for Gantari. Making sure Gantari got out of the car with a good condition, and then closed the door again.

Sarif decided to wait in the car when he saw the door of Nevan's house was open and Gantari was greeted by a housekeeper.

"Mak Gantari!" greet Bi Murni sumringah and impatiently ask Gantari news. Actually, he had also heard the news of Gantari's accident, but had not had a chance to visit him.

"Nevan is there, Bi?" asked Gantari after patiently answering Bi Murni's question.

Pure Bi Raut turned sad. He looked at Gantari for a long time, then said, "During two days Mas Nevan slept in the mansion."

"Home ... mama?"

Bi Pure nodded.

For the second time Sarif's car drove slowly. This time he went to Fauzan Ismail's residence. During Gantari's journey wonder, what made Nevan choose to return to the house?

The second bell was again pressed and this time the hostess was immediately welcomed. Tiwi was a little surprised by Gantari's presence, but then he immediately rubbed Gantari's arm and asked her to sit down.

"You're new to the recovery process, you have to rest a lot" Tiwi advised in a worried tone. Fauzan appeared from inside and put on a surprised look.

"We're going to see you later in the afternoon. After solving a little problem," explained Fauzan, then chose to sit next to his wife.

Tiwi glanced at Fauzan, as if giving a code for Fauzan to stop his words. Luckily, Gantari didn't notice. Even Nevan's beloved woman smiled.

"I heard Nevan was here."

Tiwi's face changed. Although he had guessed the intention of Gantari's arrival, but still he did not know how to answer it.

"Nevan is in his room." Fauzan took over to answer. The man has a calm personality.

"May I ... meet Nevan?"

Tiwi who was sitting next to Fauzan instantly squeezed her husband's hand. There was a trace of fear there.

"Not now, Gantari."

Gantari's forehead slowly wrinkled. "Why?"

Gantari felt a subtle jolt in her heart. He looked at Fauzan and the man looked more serious. In fact, Tiwi had already begun to shed tears.

A psychic?

"I'm afraid that it's happened again. So I beg ... let Nevan calm himself first, Gantari." This time it was Tiwi who spoke.

Gantari increasingly did not understand, but funny even though he did not understand, but his tears also dripped.

"Is this because .. me?" Gantari's hair bristled when he asked that and again his heart sank when he saw the two Nevan parents nod.

"Nevan already has a history, so it's easy to be shaken for the same reason." Fauzan tried to comment on the smile, although it looked forced. "So, give him time, yeah."

There was no longer any reason for Gantari to remain in that house. So, despite having to be disappointed for failing to meet Nevan, Gantari decided to go home.

On the second floor, by the window, Nevan silently looked at Gantari from a distance. She really missed the woman, until her chest felt so tight.

Nevan closed the window again and the room darkened again, but this time she would not lie on the sofa. He walked out of the room with a black leather jacket he was wearing and a helmet he was holding in his hand.

Nevan sat on a sports bike he bought a while ago. Then, put on the helmet and put on the hook as Tiwi ran over.

"Nevans!" Tiwi held onto Nevan's arm with tears spilling once more. "You promised me you wouldn't ride the bike again."

A flash of Nevan's accident a few years ago that resulted in Nevan's coma is still difficult for Tiwi to eliminate. Tiwi was always scared when she saw that Nevan was already getting interested in motorcycles.

Nevan opened her helmet glass, looking at her mother. "I'll be back. I promise."

Then, Nevan slowly put away Tiwi's hand and started riding on her motorcycle. He has already lost his life purpose, so let him survive in his own way.

The wind that blows is always the best medicine for Nevan, but unfortunately sometimes he forgets to control the speed of his vehicle. Not forgetting, but not wanting.

Nevan turned to a building and put his motorcycle there. He lowered the standard of his motorcycle, then opened the helmet. Apparently, Edo was waiting for Nevan in front of the building with a sign that read Ciracas Sector Police.

Nevan walked over and Edo immediately raised his chin. "We'll meet the culprit first."

There was no answer Nevan gave. He simply followed Edo's steps. For cases that have not been tried, the suspect is indeed being held in a police station prison and the process of archery is also not too complicated.

Arriving at the information desk, Edo immediately registered and mentioned some important identities of himself and Nevan. Then, do a simple surgery.

Edo was asked to leave his backpack because it was forbidden to be taken into the visiting room. Meanwhile, Nevan who did not carry a bag chose to sit directly in the waiting chair.

There was no need to wait long as the name of the prisoner was immediately called and Nevan was immediately welcome to meet. Nevan was brought into a visiting room that was sealed by glass.

A woman was sitting across there. A stumpy-faced woman with puffy eyes, Mariah.

Nevan pulls up the chair and picks up the phone, then presses the extension number. His eyes were so sharp when he saw Mariah who seemed reluctant to answer his call.

The woman lowered her head so deeply that Nevan knocked on the glass in front of her and raised her chin towards the phone in front of Mariah.

Mariah finally reached out her hand to the table. His thin hands seemed to tremble when he finally lifted the phone and placed it in the ear.

"In the end your weak side is destroying your life. Rot in there because it's your choice!" Nevan puts the phone back on, until the call is automatically disconnected. Then, he stood up and stared intently at Mariah who was now sobbing. Before long, because Nevan immediately turned her body and came out of the visiting room.

Now just to find the mastermind.