The Fathur My Future

CONFIDE.

Very early in the morning at 07:10 wib. Marsha has been out of school longer than usual.

At the school Marsha did not talk much, he was looking for a male figure around the school.

"Sha, who's it?"scold one of the students there.

"Eh, you want to hear Fathur." said Marsha to the point.

"Ooh, you stay through there straight... Fathur's in his class."

"Thanks."Marsha immediately ran me in the direction designated by the student.

"So Fathur his class is at the end, anyway." murmured Marsha.

Marsha enters the class with ease, realizing that there are many hysterical Marsha present and asking for photos.

The difference in the mind of Marsha, Fathur who from the beginning relaxed with his book now even looked towards Marsha who had difficulty mediate because of a group of crazy fans.

Ck. so complicated! (inner curse of Fathur)

"Fathur!"marsha shouted because she knew Fathur was indifferent.

"What?"said Fathur.

Idih, you geeky! it could be cold like me. (the inner curse of Marsha)

"Do you have time?"

"Some, why?"

"I want to talk to you, okay?"

"Hmm. only a few minutes left, why not take a break later!"pissed Fathur.

"No way, I forgot. Come on!"

Marsha pulls Fathur out while Fathur complies and Marsha's crazy fans just gawk.

****

"Why are we going to the back garden of the school? want a mojok, yeah?"guess Fathur while asking Marsha.

"What hell! your brain is gone!"marsha's annoyance.

"Just kidding, what are we doing here?"

"Hmm. I want to tell you the same story."

"What?"

"My dream was last night, Thur."

The dreams? (inner Fathur)

"Judah story, I heard."

Marsha took a deep breath and then began telling Fathur his story last night without anyone missing.

Throughout Marsha's speech was never interrupted by Fathur, he still faithfully heard and looked at Marsha full of its own meaning.

"So, do you think this is just a dream?"marsha said asking Fathur's opinion, "Nobody believes the same story of me, even my own parents."more.

"So, you expect me to believe?"ask Fathur back to Marsha.

"Eh? you don't believe them, do you?"

"Ck. who said?"

"Well, that was just now."

"Understanding!"

Lah, this is it why? I don't know him (inner Marsha)

"Hmm. if you don't believe it anyway, I'm not going to confide in you!"upset Marsha.

"You've been confiding with your best friend?"asked Fathur, Marsha shook her head.

"Why?"

"No, males doang..so what do you think of my dreams?"answer Marsha simple.

"In my opinion, the dream can be real and it can also be not..Maybe your dream last night was part of your past, you just forgot."fathur said to Marsha meaningfully.

"So you mean I'm that amnesia?!"

"It can be."

Marsha was just astonished to stare at Fathur, she thought of the meaning of Fathur's words.

Am I really amnesiac? (inner Marsha)

"I asked you, have you ever been to a hospital?"search Fathur.

"Oh, at that time I realized in my sleep, but my mother did not tell me the cause" explained Marsha.

Eh, wait! is this really amnesia?! ja-so the dream is real, the lost memory part?! (conscious inner Marsha)

"Sha, how many things have you told your parents?"ask Fathur full of research.

"A lot of it."

"From now on not again!"

"Loh, why?"

"Tell me, if you want to get the answer."Marsha did not understand, but as much as possible she digested Fathur's words.

*Marsha's intentions will become more and more frequent, I'm afraid before the time comes he has remembered it. Better now I have to do another plan, can not be postponed again, Marsha, Aqeela, really silly people! om...why did you torture me so much by leaving them? it really makes me tired of this...

Om Hari, Aunt Mandine, you guys are great! seriously, I'm going to smash you all to pieces! including my dear sister and ex-lover eh wrong, that means the female eyes duitan!

Marsha, hang on a little more. It might be a bit painful, but if not you then who else should I sacrifice for this plan to work, just calm down, you will stay awake as long as my plan succeeds (inner Fathur*)

"Sha..."

"Yes?"

"If something is bothering you, or maybe you're remembering something. Please don't hide anything from me, okay?!"

"Why?"

"According to him, for the good of your future self!"

Uh, what does this mean? please make it clear that this me who is weak to understand. (inner Marsha)

"Eemm, Yes."nobble Marsha.

"One more."

"What?"

"Let me tell you."

"All right."

"Oh yeah, when do you want to make sure I play at home?"Fathur switched the conversation so as not to be so awkward.

"When do you have time?"marsha.

"Weekend."

"Jude, what's the weekend, how?"

"Hmm, okay."

With this suit, it's okay to come to visit Marsha's house later this weekend.Now we will meet again, wait for me om Hari, Mandine's aunt. (Devils Inner Fathur)

"Oh yeah, Thur. know that in my class there are students who move classes."

"Move classes?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Who?"

"Fathirs."

Fathur turned cold when he heard the name, did not escape the eyes of Marsha staring at Fathur strange.

Moving classes? suspicious, I should have someone keep an eye on him. (inner Fathur)

"Thur, what's diem?"scolds Marsha.

"Ck. I'm lazy to talk about it!"answered Fathur coldly.

It seems like their relationship is really not good, what is between them? I have to find out. (inner Marsha)

"Well, I just told you to."

"You want to help me, don't you?"

"What help?"

"Here!"Marsha approaches Fathur.

A whisper pierced through the ears of Marsha listeners, instead of focusing on Fathur's speech, Marsha made pangling with the smell of Fathur's perfume, a glimpse of his face blushing.

"Can't you?"ask Fathur, Marsha even bengong doang.

"Wooy!"fathur Tegur.

"aah. i-iya why?!"salting Marsha looked at Fathur.

"Don't you hear?!"

"I-iya listen, hehehe."

"Where? can you, right?"

"God, I can."

"Okeh. Take care, Sha!"

Fathur stood up and went away without saying goodbye to Marsha.

I'm increasingly convinced that this geeky Fathur is not his original form, a geeky person where there is such a model. (the inner Marsha)

SERIATE.