The Return of Lost Love

A Kara

Arsy who is unable to make a sound, he just pegged to be a witness.

Darma mapun Zelyn who is still busy with the affairs of the two of them, suddenly felt something made him to look at the door.

JEDUARS.......

Darma's heart seemed to be dislodged instantly. The one where the wife is already on the verge of destruction. Zelyn just smiled. Arsy himself immediately walked down the stairs with his body staggering.

"Darling!" exclaim Darma who immediately wears his full outfit. Then it was soon possible to pursue his wife.

With a fairly fast run, Arsy does not care what is in front of him. Keep running, as if without any obstructions in front of him.

"Darling...!" exclaim Darma who is still chasing Arsy as fast as possible, but unfortunately Arsy has gone further than the pursuit of Darma.

Darma's mind was really bad, his heart was broken at that moment. The one where the wife had seen it for herself in plain sight.

Because he was unable to pursue Arsy, at that time Darma stopped and filled with regret for his profanity in front of his wife.

"I'm sorry, honey, I really don't know why I can do it. I'm really sorry for everything I did, baby..." Darma lirih.

While Arsy was still running small because his breath was panting because of the pursuit of the husband.

Bruug..... Arsy hit someone he didn't know.

"I'm sorry, I'm not accidentally" said Arsy with his fear.

"Sorry, sorry. Huh! all scattered about where because you hit me. I don't want to know, now get my wares fixed." Said a man who was upset that his wares were scattered because Arsy hit him.

Arsy immediately cleaned up the fruits scattered due to his actions that hit him and did not focus when he ran. A man just crossed his arms in his chest.

After all was done and there were no more fruits scattered, Arsy immediately handed them to the owner.

"Sorry, it's done." Said Arsy handed the fruit basket to the man.

The two male eyeballs immediately examined the fruits that had fallen apart.

"You have to replace it for what you've done." He answered while showing the fruit that had been broken.

"Don't worry, I'll replace it. How much the whole fruit cost, I'll pay for it all." Arsy said lightly, the man who saw Arsy's appearance and Arsy's style of speech made him investigate.

"I don't want to be replaced with money, because I think that your banknotes are easy to do. But I'm asking you to work in my place, I don't want you to reason." The answer is to ask Arsy to be his worker.

"I don't have time to work. I'm still going to compensate, but not now. I'm leaving.." Said Arsy immediately left the male seller of the fruit.

"Hey....! wait, don't run away...!!!" the man shouted with his loud voice. But Arsy did not care about it, he still ran as fast as possible so that he could vent his frustration.

While Arsy is still running small looking for a place where it can be used to eliminate his fatigue.

While the man immediately went and brought the fruit that had looked very bruised due to falling scattered.

"Why do you look upset, where's the fruit." He said while looking at his friend.

"Damn me, Bro. Because I met a fucking chick, the fruit I bought turned bruised. Look, how's this." He answered while putting a purchased fruit bed.

"What....! this fruit is all bruised. You keep asking for her damages, right?" tanyakanya.

"Boro boro indemnity, which there are still people who run away. He said he wanted to replace it, but I refused. I asked him to work with us." The answer.

"Certainly... Has the man escaped? spend it fruit!" he said and left.

"Bro.. just because the fruit is on the bruise, then you told me to spend. Cih...your stingy soul is thrashing the ronta." His grunt while randomizing his hair.

"What are you saying, my stingy thrashed. I just don't like irresponsible people." The answer was to go out and ride his tail motorbike.

Elsewhere, Arsy is still walking on the street. With gontai, Arsy tries to keep his balance. Arsy's tears never stop flowing, his feelings raging unbecoming. It feels like he wants to end his life so dark and feels very sick. She lost both her parents, plus her illness, and now has to accept the reality of her disgusting husband's actions.

Doesn't feel Arsy has arrived in front of his house, his feelings are still very broken. Arsy is unaware of his footsteps that have delivered him to the front of the house.

Suddenly Arsy was surprised by the figure of a man who was not foreign to him, Arsy stared fixedly at the man's face. Feelings of pleasure and sadness bm mixed into one.

"Uncle Robi.." said Arsy calling.

"Go from this house! this house is no longer your home. And you have no rights to this house or the company. You are nothing but a child. Get out of here, hurry!" Said Mr. Robi while throwing a medium-sized bag containing Arsy's clothes.

"Uncle, don't drive Arsy, uncle.. Arsy please.. Where's Reno uncle's brother? isn't Reno with uncle? Arsy please. don't throw out Arsy, uncle.." said Arsy on his knees and wrapped his hands to one of his uncle's legs while crying out for mercy.

"Go...! you are not part of the Kesuma family. If you want to know where your sister is, it's free! because I threw it in the street. Just so you know, your brother has forgotten his memories. So. Your brother won't recognize you anymore." Lightly with loud.

"But, uncle.. Arsy please. allow Arsy to stay in this house.." pinta Arsy whining, but unfortunately not cared. The door to the house was closed and locked. Many times Arsy banged on the door of the house, you did not get any answers.

Arsy immediately left the home of his parents, where he grew up.

On the street, Arsy's messy appearance is not out of whack. His pale face, swollen eyes, and unrelenting tears flowed down. All gone, broken, messy. There is no one left who is really right there near him. Arsy who is right now a true kara, without a smile on the corner of his lips. All are destroyed like the earth. Destroyed as destroyed.

With his body shaken, Arsy continued his footsteps somewhere in the direction of his goal. Friends, brothers don't know where.

Where should I go, and where should I stop. Will my life be like a street child? could it be that at the end of my life it's this tragic. Am I able to get through it, while I am sick. Mamma.... Papa... Arsy.... Arsy is not strong. Inner Arsy is leaning in front of a closed shophouse, where many street children are enjoying dinner together based on old newspaper.