HE IS ME

HE IS ME
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The screen that stretched out wide in front of it was already on. There are some old photos seen there. Dira's smile grew more and more them as his goal was about to be achieved. From where she sat she could see how Jenita and Lidia, her mother was talking.


But the smile on that sweet face changed. What was displayed within the screen was not what he had prepared. Dira presses the number on his phone, but the number is no longer active. The two men who were not even where they were. Dira stood up from his seat, but before the girl moved back a hand blocked her movement.


"I've been looking for you since, there's something and I need your help."


"Eh.., emh what's up? can you later. There's something I need to take care of first." Dira said a little quickly. The opportunity he had was not much he could not wait any longer if his plan this time failed.


"Just for a minute, and this is important." Andrian no longer wanted to hear rejection. The handsome chef immediately pulled Dira's arm to follow him.


The hermist who saw this immediately got up. Want to prevent Dira from leaving because the girl's job is not finished. But his steps stopped when he saw an 18-year-old man get out of a black car that moments ago entered the storefront.


Hermawan opened his eyes in disbelief. He tried to stay calm even though his jaw was now hardened. While in place, Alex grinned and gave Aldi a code to perform his next action.


The look on the screen has changed. There appear several vidio and photos that are alternately played. The show begins when Hermawan and Ikbar are young, until all the memories of the past of the two young men are always together.


Lydia shed her tears, the memories of which are still partly in her memory. Jenita even circulated her gaze left and right looking for Alex's whereabouts. The man still seems to be in his place. Nodding the man's head made him a little calm.


Jenita does not know any of the lover's plans. But a little bit, Alex tells him in outline what the girl should do.


Stared at his face the uncle who stood there. Seemed an unusual face implied facial features of a middle-aged man the age of the papa.


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Habibi Al Habsyi was the second son of Hermawan and Ayunita. The 18-year-old is studying in another city.


A month ago, exactly when he got the news that his father was sick. Habibi plans to return to his parents' home.


However, Hermawan asked the son to wait for him at a clinic in the city of D. Getting the message makes Habibi turn the direction of his motorbike to the city of D. It only took 1 hour, the clean-skinned young man had reached the address given by the father.


In the corridor of the clinic that is not too big, Habibi saw the figure of the father who was sitting on a waiting bench.


"Dad."


Hermawan smiled, he patted the bench next to him asking Habibi to sit down. The two had a slightly serious conversation, until it was Hermawan's turn to enter the doctor's room. From there, Habibi knew several things including about the pain that his father suffered.


Four months of Hermawan treatment. But that was only when Habibi knew when the doctor accidentally said it. The young man could not believe it.


Not wanting to take a headache, Habibi just nodded before he returned to meet the father who looked increasingly weak.


The 18-year-old man drove his motorcycle across the road. The goal that night was to find the whereabouts of the brother. His goal this time was his home, a home he had not been to for several years.


At the last turn the motor speed swallows. Habibi could clearly see the father's car driving in front of him. With frown Habibi continued to follow the car until it entered the yard of his house.


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With his trademark, Ikbar started his speech slowly. Said in many cases if he was in a coma all this time. Not intending to make a furore by declaring yourself dead. However, after the accident he really did not remember anything.


Habibi walked over to his father. The young man smiled but not the sweet smile that was seen there. But a cynical smile that seemed to mock him showed it before the middle-aged man he called papa. At least for some more time, because after this he promised not to do it again.


"How are you?" He said as their distance got closer.


"Would you like to come here?"


"Of course I have to come, where might I miss this very interesting thing."


"Whatchu mean? you don't dare fuck with me. You know the consequences." Grunts Hermawan.


The man is massaging the base of his nose slightly pusiang. Dira disappeared somewhere, but the task of the girl was not finished. Even small bumps appear that make headaches.


Habibi just returned smiling in response to Hermawan's words. Even before he stepped away, the young man had whispered a word that made Hermawan glare at his eyes.


Habibi steps towards the place where Jenita and Lidia are. He looked at the middle-aged woman's face with sparkling eyes. A coincidence that may not be a true coincidence. Habibi knows, the step he took three days ago is not mere loyalty. The release of all the shackles that might ensnare his family will soon be obtained.


"Sister Jen, aunt." Apply with glass eyes.


"You are Habib, son of uncle Hermawan?"


Jenita has never met Habibi in person. It was from the uncle that he often heard stories about the young man. Habibi's body dropped from the father's height makes people will not believe if the young man is still 18 years old.


Habibi nodded his head. Especially when Jenita stretched out her arms to embrace him. Not much different from what Jenita did, Lydia did the same. Even the woman did not hesitate to kiss Habibi's forehead which was forced to bow her body in order to return the arms of a middle-aged woman his age.


Habibi held tightness in his chest while remembering the mother. The woman who gave birth to him rarely even hugged him. There was no hatred in his heart.


"Sister has never seen you, it turns out you've been this big. If only we had met outside and you hadn't greeted me. Maybe you'll never recognize Habib."


"It's not the wrong brother. Habib himself rarely comes home."


"Dude." He looked at Alex approaching them.


Jenita frowned looking at the two.


"Ckckckck you think I'm a meatball." Alex is upset.


The young man's responsibility always makes him pull urate when meeting. Though this is the fifth time they met counted from a few days ago.