My Helper Love Centrum.
part 72's
Farel has been missing for a year, his family has let him go. No one knows where he is now.
"Ze, how do we if you've found a place for us to do kkn.
"I don't know Sin yet, only I have references. We can socialize with the people.
"Have you determined Ze's schedule?
"not to mention, what if we start two more weeks, let's finish quickly and we're quick to hear the green table.
"I'm okay okay, how are you Ran"
"OK another two weeks so we can prepare for his place.
"Okay deal yes" said Zeje.
"deal" replied Sinta and Rani.
They walked to the cafeteria waiting for the next lecture schedule.
I ordered a meal for the three of them.
"Hay Ze, how are you"
"Hay Sen, I'm good" Zeje replied as she scooped up her food.
"Ze, you have a show tonight?
"Son, I don't have a show why?
"I want to play at your house"
"oh, it's okay to come.
"Certainly Ze, can I play at your house?
"yes, I can"
"Thank you Ze, because today I'm happy so I'll buy you guys a meal.
"Truth Sen, ntar lo broke again.
"Yes right Ran, the time is bankrupt.
Seno is Zeje's classmate, he's a nice and smart guy. Seno is also interested in Zeje but that feeling can only be reserved.
The next lecture lesson time has begun they immediately headed for his classroom. Lecturers enter to begin their next lesson.
"Kids from tomorrow you can submit your thesis title and determine where you will do kkn. If you do not have a place you can ask your respective teaching staff. If you have submitted the title of the thesis, you can go directly to your kkn place.
"Ze, who are you going home with today?
"i brought my own bike Seno.
"Oh, kirain don't bring a motorbike I can drive home.
"Other times it's Sen"
"well, Ze, I'll go first"
Zeje smiled and nodded in response to Seno's words.
Zeje rides his bike leisurely while enjoying the crowded and crowded streets. Zeje stopped at the red light, he looked right and left watching the children busking. As Zeje focused on seeing the busker suddenly in a passing public transport, Zeje saw a familiar person.
"Mas Farel, what is it munkin mas Farel" Zeje murmured.
The public transport turned while Zeje was still stuck at the red light. When the light was green Zeje directly deflected his motor chasing the freight. But that freight is no longer there.
"where did the public transport go? Did I see wrong, but like that Farel mas deh. Inner Zeje, she again continued her journey home towards her home.
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A year ago during the accident, Farel was able to save himself so that he did not catch fire with the car he was riding in. Farel got out of the car and walked away into the forest at the bottom of the ravine. Farel was trying to find a way so he could get out of the forest. When Farel discovered the path of Farel was no longer strong enough to survive because he also suffered serious injuries that he fell unconscious.
"whose house is this, auw." said Farel, holding his aching head.
"Son, you are well aware" said an old man and an old woman who came to Farel.
"who are you, why am I here?
"we're the owners of this house, we found you on the side of the road leading into the forest with a pretty bad injury.
"Injured, Farel saw his hands and feet but there was no scar only his head felt pain.
"Yes hurt, it looks like you were in an accident. Do you remember anything?
"I don't remember anything to you I'm still sick.
"Do you remember your name?
Farel was silent for a moment "I only remember people calling me Farel, the rest I don't remember.
The two old men looked at each other.
"grandmother, how many days have I been here?
"You've been here three months.
"Three months, it's been that long?
"yes, when we found you you were in a terrible state, all your bodies were covered in wounds. We then took you to this house and treated you and treated your wounds as long as you were in a coma.
"What's a coma for three months?
"Yes to Farel".
"Didn't my grandparents find my identity or my cell phone?
"we found nothing but your phone, but it looks like your phone is being damaged by the fall. Grandpa, grab your phone for a second.
The old grandfather went to pick up Farel's phone which he had been keeping all this time.
"This is your cell phone, sorry grandpa can't fix it.
"No cake problem, I'm very grateful because my grandfather and nenenk were willing to help me from the accident. But I don't remember where I live and who my family is. Farel said softly and lowered his face.
"You don't have to be sad, I'm sure you'll get well and you'll remember who your family is. Grandpa will help you.
"Thank you, cake.
"Yes now you rest first huh, grandma will prepare lunch for you.
"oh yes kek, if you may know this village what is its name?
"this is the village of Semulajdi nak, located in the city of M. It only takes two hours to get to the city.
"kek, is there a doctor's clinic here for treatment?
"There is a clinic but the doctor always changes in five months and sometimes many teenage children who come to this village to do kkn and socialize with the citizens, such as petrifying residents who are in distress, and sometimes many children who come to this village, teach young children to learn and help at clinics near this village.
"why are you looking for a clinic?
"i just want to make cake, I can't afford to spend the whole time here troubling the grandfather's family.
"grandfather will help you in treatment, so that your memory will recover soon.
At his house Zeje was thinking about whether what he saw was Farel or not he was also unsure.
Where are you why you haven't been home for more than a year. I'm still waiting, come home and I miss you. Even today I see your shadow in public transport but I'm not sure it's you because you can take public transport" zeje said laughing bitterly and he could no longer hold back his tears.
You don't want to marry me so you just disappear without leaving a clue about your whereabouts. I miss you, miss your words, say love to me. I miss everything that's on you. Mas Farel, until now I can not forget you, where should I be?
All of his heart was spilled on a notebook. Zeje could only express his feelings through the scratches of black ink.
