Last Trust
Chapter 8

(Pov) Lutef

Boredom makes me choose to undergo activities that I think are quite fun, even I feel challenged to test my guts in the wild, exploring wild forest forests by riding this super noisy motorbike.

Yea...I used to do it just to play, but now it's like I'm getting more and more into it. It turned out that Nature was free to calm my mind, and slowly I discovered my new world, after her departure.

Not felt, half a year already this hobby is going on, and boredom I have not found in myself. Events, events and events, all never once I missed following him. And sometimes if the event is held outside the island, a whole month I don't go home. And they (both parents) did not dare to bother me at all. Fuck, I don't need them anymore, even though I'm actually disappointed.

Yep..Two years ago, two years ago, everything changed, my life changed.Yes right, my parents got busy with their business. It was Mommy who opened a new catering business, and Mr. who expanded his business in the field of trade. I'm happy, because with that maybe my future is very secure, but that's not what I need, I need their affection, I need their attention. I need to talk to them, I need to talk to them, Maybe they think I'm an adult, so they just believe me, it's me who always makes them angry, it's me who always makes mom cry because the father who rebukes her firmly.

Long ago, before they still had time to touch me, the mother who caressed my head, the father who taught me business lessons, those who asked me about my college, my achievements even my social friends. My life is pretty perfect, with her (her best friend) by my side.

Her name is Mia, she's a woman I admire besides my mother, she's more mature than a year old. And he was the one who accompanied me every day, whether on campus, or at home. I thought about proposing to her, because I thought she understood me the most, but , fate said another, my heart was broken, after I knew that her life was decided by a doctor, he had terminal cancer and one year and a half to be exact, he died.

What they (her parents) did, they just looked at me, and never spoke to me though. Goddamn, what kind of parent they are, what money is more important than their child.

I need people to talk to me, I need them to listen to my story, I need to take it from someone who's been with me for 5 years, I hate myself, I hate loneliness.

****

" A father will always worry about his son, let alone their only child. There is no father who will not worry about the future of his child. They work for their families and their children's futures. And I'm sure your father thought so too"

Not long ago, I realized, I was wrong, and I regret it. If only my mind was more open, maybe you were still long-lived, It was all my fault, I always made him anxious and always worried.

"Hiks.... Father.I'm sorry, I'm sorry for always worrying you"

Well.. I cry, I cry if I curate my stupidity, regret that will never end in my life, that is to make you not calm in nature there.

tock.tok.

" Mom wants to talk to you "mother's voice, a soothing voice when I hear.

I wipe my tears, really why the end of this I became crybaby, like a girl.

I immediately put my slippers on my legs, and I dragged it to open the room door for my mother.

I looked, yes, I know, I saw my eyes that were a little wet with tears earlier. But he said absolutely nothing. The look in his eyes, as if making him sad, and look, his eyes began to look glassy. I couldn't stand it and didn't want to make mom sadder, so I turned my face away and wiped the fucking tears away. Why do men also shed tears?.

I cleared my throat for a moment, before saying my words, after I managed to get rid of the tears completely.

" What's wrong mom? " my question then while looking in my mother's eyes, yes, almost she also shed tears like me, maybe there is some kind of bond in us. Why am I being dramatic.

She wiped the tears in her eyes before speaking to me.

" Can you come in? " he said, and I opened the door to his room wider for him to enter, his body is now a bit thin, unlike two months ago, before Mr. sick. his skin turned out to have seen fine strokes, he said, his signs are getting old because of age.

Mother sat on my bed, and I dragged a chair nearby while waiting for her word to say to me.

" There was a girl this morning here, he said before he died, the boy was entrusted to teach you"

I looked away for a moment, "what kind of drama is that, who is that woman, is there no other theme? " i thought I was ridiculous after hearing my mother's story.

" Is he still our relative? " continue me later.

Mom took a deep breath, before saying the word.

" Mom doesn't believe it either, but why does mother's instinct feel she's not lying"

" gr... " I clucked up and stood up and took my alma mater, and walked in my steps.

" Where are you going, son? " ask mom for a moment.

" college"

****

I massaged my nose inexhaustible with my lecturer's decision which required me to repeat my lecture for another two years.

" Fuck"

Thinking about it was frustrating, I needed something to vent my frustration.I deliberately wanted to go to the cafeteria, maybe by drinking something, my mind became light.

" Lutfi, you go to class now ! "

" Suck, what's the lecturer after me and tell me to go to class, ****"

" Go away" I snapped at a girl who was blocking my way. And he immediately stepped aside with a frightened face.

" heh, fear, what are they afraid of! "

Well. the class is crowded like before, but now I see many new children. wait. Thinking about it makes me smile silly, "Huh.the world will always change, because humans change it, and humans change too.

I remember what my mother said, why would someone stupidly say to my mother to change me, who she is, what she looks like, heh... People are ridiculous. That woman must be ridiculous too.

****

Blind morning, I was disappointed with Mr. Yanto who arrived to relax the activities on the circuit. What am I going to do now. come home.Why do I come home, at most I am bored at home, my bath when I drove a highway that is still quiet with an unclear purpose. I stopped at one of the gas stations, and refueled the motor.

" It turns out that my bike is very dirty" seeing my dirty motorbike, I finally decided to go home, take a break and go to college. I am not bored with college. But anyway, I have to graduate, I don't want to get old on campus.

" Who is this woman, why is she climbing over the fence" the sight that made me furious, a woman in hijab, and that hijab was long enough, because it almost wrapped her whole body, I remember what they called. But which one of the shari'i women climbed the fence of the house this morning.

As soon as the act of ensnaring him I did, I pulled his long hijab firmly, a few strands of hair came loose and was blown away by the wind. Pretty long hair this woman.

" You're a thief"

It turned out that he was still a boy, a boy who was a teenager, his skin was pure white, and he was very sweet with his big eyes. I let go of my hand, and began to grow angry, the face was not at all afraid, even though he was caught wanting to enter people's houses. Her expression was quite firm, she was a brave woman, or do not let her tomboy.

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