The Story of a Broken Man

56 . The Story of Riski On A Day Ago

While it was somewhere else at the same time , Riski funnily enjoyed such a steady sight. The yellowish rays of the increasingly dense sun seemed to have made his heart peaceful, even though his mind was in turmoil today. He doesn't know how to get her excited.

Everything he thought happened because of last night's dream. Actually more precise memory played during the dream because the problem in his dream is the memory of the time when his family began to disintegrate. Actually he doesn't want to remember this, but he can't. His brain keeps the worst memory of his life.

That afternoon, he actually imagined what if that day did not exist. His family is also not divorced, Riski also does not need to work at a restaurant. Anyway, her life must be good now.

He actually missed the wonderful past. A time when he was the center of attention of his friends, a time when he could get love easily, a time to be able to do everything easily. There are a lot of things that he can.

In the past, a lot of money. They may approach due to glare by the charms spread by a piece of paper. Men or women are the same, he even thought not to have friends, he also did not believe in love. In fact, they all left even easily scorned her who had nothing left.

Friends do not need to be so with love. Most of what is obtained is only false love if he thinks like that. He said he was stupid if he was still mired in the same hole, so he had thought like that. Slowly but surely, he himself did not know why his defense became weak when he got a friend who could accept him regardless of whether he had money or not.

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"We're friends now, right?" Riski remembered the first day of entering the restaurant, his co-worker who had worked there with a smile said so. At that time he was determined to himself not to connect with others further.

"Hmmmm, maybe yes. What am I doing?" At that time he tried to avoid.

"We're talking this time. Don't be afraid, I won't do anything weird."

"But I'm this....."

"I knew. I've seen you on tv, it wasn't on purpose . I know you're his son......."

"That's it, I think it's better that our relationship is just a workmate," Riski immediately cut the talk. He did not want to hear any further .

"Why apparently? You ashamed of your father? Relax, I won't talk about it if you want to be my friend. I promise."

"If for example I don't want to be friends?"

"Maksa, yes I want to be my friend. But can I not ask?"

"Please."

"Why do you want to be my friend? whereas the people I knew before they just walked away when I lost it all."

"I want to be friends with everyone I know no matter how much I care. As long as my goal is achieved anything I will do."

"What's the good thing about being friends with me? now I have nothing. I don't have much money right now."

"The victory is not about money. I'd rather listen to stories from my friends than money. Sometimes knowing the other side of a friend is fun."

"I also have no side...."

"We're friends now, right?" riski has not had time to finish his words, this guy plays just cut.

As time passed, he finally managed to gain his confidence regarding friendship. Everything bad he thought about was slowly eroding. Slowly but surely he can finally believe in this complicated relationship. Even so, he was happy because he finally got a friend who he thought was sincere with him.

Unfortunately, he's gone to a far place now. And without him, maybe Riski will still have a bad view of people. His lonely life grew darker without a smile coming out so loose.

Although he is no longer there, there will be someone to replace him. He said when the last day looked into the eyes. It felt sad, but he had a stronger reason to leave. Whether or not he should accept it.

Perhaps because of that too he was finally able to get close to Ilyas in the first heart he worked with. Other than because he was trusted by the boss who he thought was busy, he wanted to be friends with him sincerely . He can't wait to hear stories that might interest him.

In that case, he still wants to forget the bitter reality in a time that can no longer be touched by him. He didn't want to remember the day his father went to prison, and more importantly he didn't want to remember the day his mother left him.