
At a Citra Farma hospital, Awan takes Nara. After the examination, the doctor said that Nara's injuries were not too severe, only needed a few stitches, and adequate rest.
The clouds lead Nara to her house. The clouds increasingly look very guilty for what happened to Nara, when looking to walk alone Nara had to hold on to objects around her.
Grap!
"Yet! Clouds," cried Nara in shock.
The clouds carry Nara, entering the living room of Nara's residence which looks spacious, clean, and elegant. The clouds continued walking with Nara thrashing to be taken down.
"Silent, or falling on this super hard ceramic floor?" threatening the Clouds on Nara.
Nara was instantly silent. The clouds placed Nara on a sofa in the living room very carefully.
From above, Arini as Nara's mother, panicked at the screeches of the child, and rushed down from the second floor to the first floor.
"Nara! What's the matter, son?" arini asked frantically looking at the bandage lodged in her daughter's head.
"Anu, Mah. Em, jatoh," lies to Nara who doesn't want to worry her mother.
'Why did Nara lie?' inner Cloud with frowning.
"Eat it, be careful dong dear. You are, you are a sloppy habit." Arini said as she rubbed her daughter's head.
Nara nodded at the carelessness of her mother. But, it was precisely the thing that made him feel the most lost, when he returned to his grandmother's house first.
The clouds stared at the child and the mother's interior, his heart warm to see it. His eyes were teary, considering he needed attention and affection, just like Nara's mother did. He only got the attention of the maid in his house, did not get attention, let alone the affection of his parents.
His parents were busy looking for money, money and money. Forgetting that he has a child who needs affection, needs his attention, and needs his upbringing. But, all that can only be a fantasy, they only know that all their children need is money.
"What's your name, son?" ask Arini gently.
"Eh, s-I Aunty Awan, a friend of Nara's," replied Awan stammered in shock at Arini's voice.
"Friends or girlfriends?" goda Arini with a smile jail.
"Eh?" nara and the Clouds.
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Likewise with Naya, who never realized from her coma, whether what Naya dreamed during a year's sleep, to make it so comfortable and reluctant to open her eyes.
Naya's body condition has stabilized. However, Naya's soul is still in a down state, and needs the support of her loved ones, in order to help restore her soul that is still comfortable in her subconscious.
Now, Nara has been sitting on the bench of the X1 class IPA 2, after the rapping two weeks ago. Not only that, his relationship with the Clouds is getting closer.
In fact, one week ago, Awan expressed his feelings for Nara on a beach and in the afternoon, coinciding with a beautiful sunset.
Flashback starts
"Nay, I don't know since when these feelings came up. All I know, this sense comes with time. I like you, Nay. I love you the same. I want you to be my girlfriend, and I hope you accept me as your guy." The clouds expressed their feelings while hugging Nara from behind, and watching the sunset beautifully.
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Nara's heart skipped a beat, her eyes glazed over. His heart was worried, on the one hand he began to like Awan, and forgot Rangga who turned out to have a lover, and considered Nara as a sister only, no more.
However, on the other hand, his sister also likes Clouds, even Awan does not know that he is not Naya. Nata also does not want to connect with Naya tenggang later, just because of a guy.
'How is this, I'm starting to like Lo Awan. But, I don't want to be my own sister's rival, Nara's inner confusion.
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"Awan, honestly I still doubt my own feelings. I don't want to, one day you regret making me your lover, and leave me when I have really fallen in love with you along with berjalanya wakru, ' answered Nara honestly.
"Let me time until next week. I need time to think about all this." Nara asked for time to answer the Cloud's expression
Clouds said, Clouds also did not stop praying that the girl he loved would accept his feelings of love, and may his love not clap one hand.
Flashback finished
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