The Ghost Handsome's

TGH 27'S

Shortly after, Zehan began to move his head. And his eyes started to blink.

" Alish,, "his hiss Zehan is slow, very slow.

Sabilla held her ear close to Zehan's mouth.

" Alish,, uh,,,. I'm sorry, " said Zehan again.

Sabilla's trying to resuscitate Zehan.

" Ze, baby. Awake, Son. This is Mama and Papa. Open your eyes, baby. "

Slowly Zehan began to open his eyes. And rub it slowly, to neutralize the glare. Zehan turned towards Sabilla.

" Ma, ma, "the call of Zehan. Sabilla shed her tears again.

Sabilla approached and gently kissed Zehan's head.

" Yes, honey. It's Mama. Thank you for coming back, " said Sabilla.

" Ze is thirsty, Ma. " said Zehan in a hoarse voice.

Sabilla immediately grabbed the glass filled with water. Sabilla brought the straw closer to Zehan's lips and Zehan sucked it slowly. Just a few straws, Zehan let go. Sabilla put the glass back on the nightstand.

" Ze, "call Mark slowly.

Zehan looked over and smiled slightly.

" sir,,. "

Mark approached and rubbed Zehan's head.

" You're back, son. Thank you, for holding on and coming back to us. "

" I'm sorry Ze, Pa, Ma, " said Zehan softly and softly.

Sabilla and Mark shook their heads with a smile.

" No, Son. We should be the ones apologizing to you. We have been ignoring you for too long. Forgive us, son. "

Zehan nodded slowly.

" Which Uncle and Aunt, Ma,,? "

" They just got home. We're changing to keep watch here. If not later tonight, maybe tomorrow morning they just come here again, " replied Sabilla still with a grip Zehan.

Zehan nodded and closed his eyes for a moment. He felt pain and pain all over his body.

" Ze, "call Sabilla worried.

Zehan opened his eyes slowly and looked at Mama.

" Who is Alish,,? " ask Sabilla carefully.

Zehan knitted his eyebrows together and turned his gaze, staring straight at the ceiling of his room.

" Ze doesn't know, Mah. Who is Alish, then,,? " Zehan asked back.

" Mama herself doesn't know who Alish is. You called her name so conscious of the coma "Sabilla explained.

" Alish,, right,,,? who is it,,? Why does the name sound familiar,,? Have I ever known him before,,? " inner Zehan wondered.

" Already, already, already,,. Don't ask too many questions first, Ze just regained consciousness after a long coma. And you're Ze, don't think too much. Take a break first, restore your energy" said Mark.

Zehan nodded and closed his eyes again. He's back to sleep.

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Zehan Pov,

I felt like I had just closed my eyes and was dreaming. But why am I in a kitchen,,? I saw a girl but honey, her face is not clear. It was only obvious that the girl's voice was laughing and speaking cheerfully.

The girl was cooking and strangely I was sitting watching her.

" Feed first, Brother". said the girl.

Then put a plate of food in front of me.

" Sister wants to stay home or come with me, right,,? " again the girl spoke to me.

I feel weird, I don't know him. But somehow, I felt very familiar with the girl's behavior and voice.

And for some reason, again I felt strange. My chest felt tight to hear his sad voice.

" Sister, I beg you, Brother don't go. I would feel lonely. "all of a sudden the girl sobbed, very sad.

And the sound of her sobbing sounded very heart-wrenching.

" I beg you, brother, don't go. "the girl begs again.

All of a sudden, my body seemed to drift and move away from him. I heard her screams again, begging me not to leave.

" Huh, huh,, huh, "I woke up from my sleep with a breath of gasp.

Mama approached with her worried face.

" Why, son,,? " ask Mama with worry.

I smiled and shook my head.

" It's okay, Ma. It's just a nightmare "I said a little lie.

" Who's the girl,,,? why is she crying and begging me not to go,,? do I know him,,? but why does my chest feel tight and sore hearing her cries,,? who is he,,? " i wonder in my heart.

" You want to eat, son,,? " ask Mama gently and I just shake.

" Ze is not hungry yet, Ma. "my voice is still weak.

" Where is Papa, Ma,,? " i asked because I saw my mom alone.

" Papa's coming home for a minute, baby. Why,,? You want to bring something from home, right,,? " Mama asked back.

" Ze just wants to eat some food from Aunt Minah, Ma. Ze also wanted to meet with Uncle and Aunt. "my answer.

For some reason, I felt very eager to meet Uncle Rahmad and Aunt Minah. It was like feeling very guilty and sorry.

" all right. Mama will call Minah. " And I just nodded.

I closed my eyes again, and the pain attacked again. I can only hold it. Because I realized, it was all my fault.

Go in a state of anger and emotion. I also forgot to check the state of my car, where I knew that the brakes were blong.

I took a breath and threw it away violently. I remembered my dream. Unfortunately, the girl's face was unclear. For some reason, only his face was not clearly visible, while the others were very clear.

I even seem to know that place. The chair and the dining table, the kitchen, even the girl's voice were very clear and I seemed to know her.

But if I want to remember who that girl is, my head hurts. Not only my head, my heart felt very sick and sad. I don't know why, but it feels really sad.

" Ma, is my phone still there, huh,,? " me ask Mama while opening my eyes.

" It's a pity your phone was destroyed in the accident, son. But Papa bought her a new one, even with your old number. You want to bring it too,,? "

I could only nod and close my eyes for a moment.

" All right, Mama'll call Papa. "

" Thank you, Ma. " I saw Mama surprised at first when I said thanks. But before long, Mama smiled and nodded.

I admit, I used to be very unfilial. Rude to parents and no manners at all. After the accident, for some reason, I felt conscious. I want to change, I feel ashamed of all my bad qualities and attitudes.

" Thank you, God. You've given me a second chance to come back alive and change. I promise to be a human being with a kind and patient personality" I said in my heart.

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