Bad Boy'S Sweet Love
He's Lost Memory

Busy making breakfast. Mother was gone, so as the only daughter did her intercessory duty. Sometimes when I wake up late, I'll make breakfast. It was not good, but he understood very well that I was still in school and sometimes there were extra lessons, so the return was a bit of a chore. Must be tired of it, often make late cooking.

We both lived very happily. Although sometimes fathers like to be in a match-match with women in one village, but refuse to take it seriously. His love is still awake and intact for Mother. Salut anyway, because rarely people who want to be loyal only one partner. Sometimes in solitude still want to find a mediator.

Kreting, the sound of broken glass. Deadly stove. Sauteing a half-baked new. Afraid if left for long or forgetfulness even scorched.

Immediately rushed to the place of the man we helped. After she left last night, she was still unconscious.

"What's that sound, son?" Dad turned out to be moving fast as well wanting to see.

"No idea, Dad."

Put both hands up. Allegedly while we were both from inside the man's room, because we were both being grabbed by the door wanting to see him.

"Astagfirullah, what happened?"

Dad was shocked to see the glass was crying white water, had scattered on the floor along with broken pieces of bells.

"Sst, it hurts so much!" He complained in the head.

Behind the head he held, shrinking and closing his eyes.

"You just fell asleep first, the stitches were afraid to open again because it was not completely dry," Father tried to help lay him again.

"But I'm thirsty."

"In the meantime, I'll get you a new one."

Running quickly towards the kitchen, taking a dose according to the glass he broke earlier.

He seems to be thirsty. A glass of water he finished. Dad helped raise his head a little, to make it easier to get water into the throat.

Immediately take a broom to clean the glass shards. Throw it behind for a while, then go back.

"You have to rest a lot, so that all your wounds heal quickly" he advised.

"Where am I, what a stranger is this place?" The net swept across the corner of the room.

"You just calm down. It's safe here."

"Aww .. shhh, what happened to my leg? Why is this so sick?"

He also realized that his leg was injured. Bandage smacking reddish traces of blood.

"There's hot lead darting at your feet."

"That's what it means to get shot?"

"Yes. That means it."

"Keep me who? Why would it be here? A complete stranger to this house, I don't think I've ever lived in this place?"

My father and I looked at each other in confusion. We didn't know his identity, he asked us.

"Don't she lose her memory, Dad? How do you ask what's the name?" Whispering quietly in his ear.

"Can be. Perhaps due to the great impact on his head yesterday, so he now doesn't remember anything," He turned around to answer as slowly as possible.

"What's wrong? Why are you whispering that? Is there something wrong with me? Or trouble you?"

"Hehe, isn't there, is it?" answer cegegesan.

"Duh, Sir. Sorry, I don't remember anything, including name and origin."

"Hmm, how, dad? Seriously you don't remember at all?" He thought hard, as his chin was held and his upside-down eyes stared at the roof ceiling.

"If he doesn't remember at all, it's better to let him stay where we used to be, Dad. He is still injured and has not recovered. Fear that wound was even worse."

"Truely you said. Yeah, nevermind. You stay with us for a while. If you remember something new, you can leave this place, how?"

"As for you, how good. I'm not pa-pa' right, hitchhiking here for a while," Speaking innocently.

"Yes with pa-pa. We gladly accept you" I replied casually.

"Thank you very much for helping me."

"Yes, equally," answered me and Dad compactly.

He's back to rest. The infusion hose is still not released, because his body has not entered food at all. We both went out of his room, so as not to disturb him.

"Where is it, Dad. He apparently doesn't remember anything about himself. If someone or a neighbor asks about him, what about?" confused tanya.

"We're just saying it's Dad's niece who's out of town. He came here on the pretext of helping us, how?" His idea.

"Well, that's exactly your idea, Dad."

Plok, we're both hands-on, sign-agree on the idea.

"Good, then we can calm down."

"Keep we give him what name?" Still confused.

"How about Revan?"

"Emm, good too. Fits his handsome face."

"Cie .. ileh, are you interested in him?" He's teasing.

"Eeeh, don't you."

"Like pa-pa, the important thing is that you are happy, but you must be careful first because he does not know his identity."

"Gee, finally got your blessing, hehehe!"Flip tease.

Plastered, brow dysentile using fingers.

"Have."

"No, Dad. Just joking around. Cantika's love is for Dad alone."

"Don't do it, son. The soul mate does not know the time and age, if it has come do not be rejected, afraid even become a spinster later."

"Dih, the prayer is so ugly."

"Not pray, but tell, understand!"

"Yes, sort of, anyway," Thumbs up the two signs agreed.

Finally we both quickly had breakfast, in addition to being late for school, he also had an appointment to treat patients who needed a magic hand to heal.