Labuhan Cinta
Pulp
Upon arriving at the villa, Dean and Ghea help Freya. Giving first aid. They compress with ice water to relieve pain in Freya's legs. Because they did not want anything bad to happen, they all decided to take Freya to the hospital in order to get better treatment. Avoiding unexpected things from happening.
Grateful just sprained and not too bad. Freya did not have to undergo more treatment. Only mild treatment and control were only three days later.
A vacation with a small accident drama finally leads them to return home. Ending the pleasure they had been feeling for two days.
At home, both Freya's parents are so shocked to see Freya's bandaged legs. Departing in a state of fine and returning injured, must have made them panic.
Felix asks what happened and El explains. El feels a little guilty. Because he had a hand in Freya's injuries. But, it all happened. Free to regret too.
“Papa used to say, you're not kids anymore. Don't joke too much.” Felix didn't think. All of his children had grown up and matured, but could not have expected a danger.
“Iya, Pa,” replied Freya did not dare to argue.
“Have a break,” Felix said.
Hearing the annoyed Felix, made everyone shut up. El, Al, Dean, Bian, Ghea, and Cia are out with Felix. Leaving Freya in their room.
“You guys go home to rest too.” It's late at night. Felix doesn't want his son and his friend's son to be exhausted because they will start the activity again tomorrow.
They all say goodbye. Leaving Freya's house and returning to each other's house. Their bodies are too tired. Remembering to spend energy to play in the waterfall and for the trip home.
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Early in the morning El was awake. He had already taken a shower and was preparing to put on his suit. He couldn't sleep last night. Thinking of Freya's condition that must have been a lot of pain because her legs hurt.
In a hurry he swung his steps out of the room. Immediately want to go to Freya's house to find out the state of the girl.
“You are early in the morning ready to leave El?” Shea who saw her eldest son was astonished because his son was very neat in the morning.
“I'm going to Freya's house first, Mom.”
“Oh .. Then bring porridge for Freya. Mommy accidentally made it for him.”
El smiles when she hears Mommy making Freya's favorite porridge. When Freya was sick, Mommy Shea always made porridge. Little El was always eager to deliver it.
“Thank you, Mom.”
One kiss landed on Shea's cheek. Making the mother of three children smile at the behavior of her son. Not wanting to let her child wait too much, Shea prepared porridge in a special place to eat heat resistant.
“Tip Mommy greetings to Freya.”
“Siap Mom.” With the spirit of El brought the prepared porridge. Then he got out of the house. Just a few steps he reached Freya's house. Knock on the door and enter when the housekeeper opens the door.
“El, you are here,” said Chika when El entered the house.
“Mommy request to deliver porridge, Ma.”
“Go to the room, give it to Freya yourself.”
Chika smiled. Her memory goes back to her childhood. Little El who often came early in the morning had indeed become commonplace. Especially when the girl is sick.
“Good, Ma.” El's headed to Freya's room. For a moment he forgot that Papa Felix had warned him not to be in the room alone with Freya.
El knocked on the door and entered while hearing a voice from within.
“El.” Freya smiled to see her friend come early in the morning.
“Purpure.” El showed me the place he was eating.
“Of course.” El approached Freya. Sit on the edge of the bed while opening a box filled with porridge. “You want me a bribe?” tanyanya and Freya nodded for sure.
El happily greets Freya. Pulp
her mommy-made creation greatly helped her get close to Freya.
“I'm sorry for making you hurt.”
“Why apologize, it was just an accident. Anyway if I don't get sick, I won't get porridge.” Freya smiled.
“Basic!” El shakes. There's always Freya's answer. El continues to feed Freya. While telling me about many things.
Remembering how it used to be if Freya was sick. Laughter occasionally graced their chatter.
Outside the room a commotion occurred. Felix, who knows his daughter and the man in the room, wants to come to the room. However, his wife forbade him on the grounds that his son was ill. Ask Felix to let it go. Convince me nothing will happen. Felix disagrees with his wife. Because the last time he saw, Freya and El were in an intimate position.
In the midst of their debate Al comes and goes into the house ushered in a housekeeper. Chika instead let Al to go to Freya's room because El happened to be there too.
Al is not surprised if El is already at Freya's house. Remembering El's house is close.
“Kak Al,” says Freya surprised.
Al smiled and went into the room. He sees Freya being fed by El. It can be ascertained if Mommy Shea who makes porridge, because indeed she also likes Mommy Shea's porridge. “What's better?” tanyakanya.
“Already, but sorry I haven't been able to leave for work.”
“It's okay, rest.”
“True Al, rest.” El closed the porridge and stood up. “I'll go to work. So take a break.” She rubbed Freya's hair as she always did.
Freya nodded.
El passed away leaving Freya. However, his steps stopped. “Come, Al. Weren't you going to work too.” He deliberately said that so that Al did not have a chance to talk to Freya.
Al smile. Understand if El did that on purpose.
Out of Freya's room, they cross paths with Felix who is going to Freya's room. Felix took the two men for breakfast, but they did not want to leave for work.
“It seems you are trying hard to keep me away,” replied Al insinuating.
“A effort will not be in vain, right?” El reply insinuating. Believe that his efforts will succeed.
“We'll see where Freya will dock.” Al smiled then swung his steps leaving El towards his car.
El's hands clenched. To be honest he was lazy to have to compete with his own brother. However, Al seemed to be beating the drums of war with him. So inevitably El has to fight it.
The day that had started noon, made El have to rush to work. Want to finish the job quickly and be able to go home on time.
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