The Loss Of Yuan

chapter 3 [10/10/20-3]

- Little is known that a meticulous will find a bright spot.

Mia had just laid herself down on the sofa after cleaning the kitchen. Let the television run free. The remote was left lying on the sofa next to him.

His nearly aging eyes stared blankly at the door hoping that this figure he had been in for some time would come scattering into his arms. Yuan, his boy who did not return home after camping activities with his comrades.

Hope is just a dream lost in the wind. His old eyes were closed for a long time, looking for the figure of his son in memory.

The knocking sound behind the door penetrated his hearing, he hurriedly rose to open the door hoping the figure behind it was his son.

But all seemed to be in vain when the door opened perfectly and showed a figure behind it. A young man who stood firm with a smile on his lips.

"Ah, let's go to Fen, "

Fenzie, the young man walked in behind Mia towards the living room. After that Mia went to the kitchen to bring snacks and drinks for her guests.

Mia returns with a tray containing a glass of orange syrup and a jar of beans. He put it on the table and sat his body on the sofa.

" Is there any development about, Yuan? "

Mia just breathed her rude breath in response to Fenzie's words. His face looked lethargic, with no spirit in his old eyes that was still quite healthy.

" At least you can ask your friends, "

" Just a little, not all Fen, "

" A little bit will definitely be his combination, Auntie. We should try "Sayapnya as polite as possible.

Mia again breathed a rough breath. Until the voice of a girl breaks the silence. Each of them turned towards the voice, looking Yan and Elma standing with a single sweet smile on their lips.

" Yan, are you home? " Fenzie tried to greet her cousin, Yan.

" If I haven't come home, who is standing here? " Luke Yan

Fenzie who was used to hearing him just chuckled softly, then went back to eating a snack in front of him.

After feeling like you were there long enough. Fenzie came back, to Mia. Yan escorted her to the front porch and returned to the living room with Mia and Elma.

" Please wait a minute, Uncle Gerf would love to see you here, "Prevent Mia.

Elma stiffens hearing Gerf's name mentioned by Mia. Instantly He rounded up his original intention to return home immediately. Throwing her bag to her left shoulder and kissing Mia's hand as a sign of goodbye.

On the other side.

Fenzie was sitting at a stop, her motorbike parked in front of the bus stop in the afternoon sun. Sometimes he yawns feeling drowsiness because his head is slightly throbbing, exhausted.

At first he intended to immediately go home to his parents, but his intention was expressed when he saw a figure he knew coming out of a minimarket. Not wanting to take a headache, by interfering in the affairs of others, Fenzie chose to sit at the stop while gulping down fresh mineral water in her purchase.

His brown eyes turned to stare around meticulously hoping that no friend or acquaintance would see his presence here. I don't want his time to be interrupted.

After spending enough time at the stop, he decided to return home to his parents before the sun sank perfectly.

Just now he came down his eyes like catching the figure of someone else with who he saw in the minimarket just now - walking across the crowd of people across the street. Then it disappeared in the crowd.

For a moment of thought, he finally decided his initial intention, going home. Hooked the helmet on the head, then immediately start the motor engine immediately.drove it cleaved the way to the house - the old man - who missed him.

Along the road pass with moderate speed, trying to enjoy the twilight in his hometown. There are not many trees on the side of the road but quite refreshing the surrounding air.

The sun faintly let out a tinge of orange, a sign of itself going missing in the darkness of night.

Fenzie got to just when the sun was almost gone. In the parking lot of the motorbike in the yard of a whitewashed house with mango trees that grow shade near the fence.

Slowly his hand opened the door knob that was not

locked up, and a middle-aged woman sat alone in a rocking chair, a warm smile greeted her.

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Previously sorry if it is too short and the revision is slow including not as expected.

For those who feel disappointed or do not like the revised storyline, and want to be my reader here, please.

I have no right to forbid:)