Tomboy Girl's

CHAPTER 68

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The clock has shown at 23:54 but the Son is still faithful struggling with the books in front of him.

He put down his pen when one last problem he managed to solve, the Son exhaled slowly. Never thinking that all this would happen, the Son again sighed softly closing the thick book in front of him intending to finish it, he stared at his cell phone at a glance there were some missed calls from Septian.

He put his phone back down, had no intention of contacting the man. It didn't seem important that he told the man everything. After all, nothing would change if he told all of them to Septian.

The son stood up, opening the door to Marchel's room, which made him face to face with the room of his best friend, Mikayla.

"Everything is still the same, but why does it feel different" said Putra somehow on who.

He researched every inch of Mikayla's room, until his attention was diverted to the picture frame on his best friend's study table.

Since returning from the hospital where Mikayla was treated, Putra asked permission to stay at Mikayla's house as long as the host did not live there.

The son took the frame, he smiled at a glance. In the photo there are two children who are still 7 years old, the boy is laughing at the girl who made the girl snort annoyed, singing her lips a few centi. To make the Son remember what happened a few years ago.

"Son here let's play with me." take Mikayla but not covered by Son.

"H Son come on!" Mikayla again invites Putra but the man is busy with his own toys, not caring about Mikayla who keeps calling him.

"Main himself there." push Putra back to focus on his own toys.

"I don't want to, Mika wants to play with Son!" force Mikayla to pull the Son's arm.

The son hissed a little, then stood up with the toy in his hand.

"No want! You are ugly, the Son does not want to play with ugly people." said the Son who made Mikayla look at him annoyed while he was singing his lips a few centi, suddenly it makes the laughter of the Son explode instantly.

"Don't look at his face, you're really ugly. Let's play." said Putra pulled Mikayla's hand to make the little girl open her smile.

And the moment was captured by Pratama's camera, Mikayla's father.

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The son is now ready with his school uniform, the clock is still showing at 06.15 and the Son is ready to leave. The man came down the stairs to get to the ground floor, where he saw Mikayla's housekeeper preparing breakfast at the dinner table.

"Morning, Bi." The son greeted her with his best smile.

"Morning, den." replied the middle-aged woman without stopping her activities.

"tomorrow Bibi did not have to cook this much." said Putra saw the dining table filled with tempting side dishes. "mubazir, Bi, just the Son himself who was at home." continued the man while inserting a spoon of fried rice made by Bi Inah.

"Auntie does not need pity, Putra is nothing, there will be aunty." said Putra smiled knotfully understand the meaning of the gaze of his best friend's housekeeper. The man stood up to take the keys to his bike after he finished off his white milk.

"Son departs yes, Bi." said Putra.

"Be careful, yes, den." Surti stared back at the departure of the Son until it was lost behind the door.

The son rode his motorbike leisurely, breaking through a road that was not how crowded at the moment.

He turned his motorbike to the left opposite the direction of his school, the man did not go straight to school. He rode his motorbike for a few minutes, until he reached his destination, there were only trees and bushes that were slightly towering this place was very quiet but did not make the guts of the Son shrink.

The son continued to walk into the area that was headed through various mounds of land, until he came to a name.

The crouching son stared at the mound of land before him, he put the Rose Flower he had bought on the roadside earlier, he placed it in front of a headstone inscribed with the name of a person there.

"Hey, how's your new home, comfortable?" asked the son to open his voice.

There is no answer just the silence he got, his voice just disappeared carried away by the wind, until it passed.

"Hopefully you're comfortable." The son again opened his voice, and again only silence he got.

The son did not expect much, what else to hope that someone who was in this mound of land re-opened his eyes it felt so impossible. If that happens the Son will be very grateful and will apologize and thank you as much as possible. Though those words will not be enough to reply to everything.

The son smiled, holding the headstone that was in front of him.

"Thank you a lot, even I haven't had time to say goodbye to you." The son slightly rubbed the headstone, just before he spoke his sentence again.

"Let's just be calm, all right there." The son chuckled at the end of his sentence, then stood up again.

"See you again, I'll come here often, afraid you'll miss my voice." The son chuckled again and went from there, out of the yard.

The son sighed for a moment, why did it feel this sick when he just realized everything. The son drew as much oxygen and exhaled slowly, smiling knots.

"Remember the Son, this is not the end of everything."

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