Doppelganger: Detective Frans' Adventure
Stupid Dude

Now I know, Yulia was insistent on telling Jason to help her, but Jason refused. Yulia continues to force Jason, the woman threatening to reveal the secret of Jason who has been stalking Frans and giving him a tracking device. Instead of the plan falling apart and Frans hating him, Jason finally can only obey Yulia. Actually Jason could not bear to let Frans come home in such a condition.

Jason doesn't care about Yulia's threats. He actually revealed all the facts to me clearly, and now I know who Yulia is a cunning woman!

After Yulia came out of my house, she actually went to the hospital and met Frans. Their plans are really brazen. I was even more angry when I found out that Yulia's behavior made me want to kill her. After Irfan and Agung left with Jason. Yulia went into Frans' room and ran straight towards him. He hugged her! Nah! Even more than that.

How do I know this story? Jason told me about the plan, the fool Frans also told me what happened when he ran away from the hospital with Yulia. Jason revealed everything after Frans was home because I called him back. At once, I was angry with Julie.

Yulia hugged Frans while crying and apologizing. Frans was confused to see the woman, the hospital bed where Frans lay screeching. Lucky not to make the stitch wound on Frans' leg open again. Yulia then expressed all her heart.

I'm really hard to write, but how else. Yulia was sobbing while caressing Frans. The ****** Frans is just gawking in shock at the behavior of the jerk woman. Why did I call Yulia a jerk? Yep! Since I don't accept it, I'm jealous knowing that bitter thing. Bitter to me but sweet to Yulia. She frivolously kissed Frans' lips. They kissed in the hospital room in a sneaky way that Yulia did.

After she got home, Frans wanted me to accompany her in her room. I rushed to his house, I already knew what was going on in the hospital why he could go home with Yulia. After Yulia left, I went back upstairs to Frans.

“What you are doing is outrageous, your condition is not so good,” I said in a high tone.

“Isn't this your will? You told Yulia to take me home, didn't you?”

“What do you mean? You obviously need to go back to the hospital! I'll call Jason, your behavior is really reckless!”

“I don't want to. I should have scolded you, you were more reckless. Why did you tell that woman to rape me!”

“Hah?” I was shocked to hear what Frans said. “What are you talking about? I don't understand at all.”

“Yulia crying in hospital, she says love me and kiss me.”

My face turned red when I heard what Frans said. I didn't believe it, because I thought it was a joke Frans made to prank me. I'm approaching towards him.

“That's true, Frans?”

“Stupid you, Frans! I don't know that at all!”

I left him alone in the room. My heart feels hot, my chest wants to explode hearing what Frans has just experienced. Why did he accuse me. I tried to calm myself down, though my feelings were still not good. After that I called Jason to tell him that Frans was out of the hospital and home. I hope Jason can take her back to the hospital so Frans can be treated there. But unlike I expected, the answer I heard from Jason made me sicker. She tells the story of Yulia who really likes Frans.

My head felt like it was going to break after knowing all this. Frans accused me of this plan. You think I'm willing to do all that? Just telling Yulia to tease you was never in my brain. I love you too, Frans!!

I decided to go back to his room, I'll tell him the truth. I would not have Frans think of me as the one who told Yulia to bring Frans home. Why is it now runnin' like this. Maybe this is why Frans never involved feelings in the work he was doing. Frans is stupid and like a robot—ia doesn't have a heart. For him, of course, feelings and logic should not be mixed. Everything is so messy when the feeling of mastering the mind and the logical thing becomes cornered when it has involved the heart.

After arriving at her room, I fell silent for a moment and sat down beside Frans. He still grimaces occasionally withstanding the pain felt— several times correcting the position of the pillow and grunting. He glanced at me for a while and then put on a wry face because the lying position might be uncomfortable. Although maybe the wound is already light, because it's been a month. His muscles are still weak, he has not been able to set foot normally to walk. Should be swept or grip on the wall, Jason actually has not allowed Frans to do activities such as walking without a cane.

“Pardon my attitude earlier,” I started a conversation. “In fact, the one who told Yulia to take you home was not me, but it was all her own plan. Yulia and Jason already know each other, so they work together to get your heart.”

Frans knitted his eyebrows together and looked at me. “Know where?” ask Frans.

“Jason told me. There's no way I told Yulia to tease you! Now what do you want to do? You're happy, aren't you? Because he kissed you.”

I don't know what I'm saying anymore. Everything just came out of my mouth without me stopping. Frans was confused to hear my words. I actually pity seeing her face bewildered like that. How else, my heart feels burning. I put my foot next to Frans' bed. Not even a word came out of my mouth. My hand moved on its own, rubbing its forehead. Then I kissed her lips, she was surprised by what I was doing.

“Did Yulia interest you more, Frans? I have also fallen in love with you.” I asked with a moody face.

“Leave me alone. I became a fool because of the behavior of women like you who make me confused.” Frans moaning. He may be confused as to why two women wildly kissed him.

“Why did you let him. I should have had your first kiss. All right, happy break.”

I left Frans lying alone in his room. Frida just came home from campus, she greeted me as usual and went straight to the room, she said there was only one course.

I headed to the kitchen to grab a drink trying to calm my still raging feelings thinking about Yulia's devil-like behavior. That's the story of how Frans escaped from the hospital. No matter how smart a man is, he will be a fool when faced with two women who love him. I hope he's still sane—if I feel a little sorry for him.