Naura, My Lost Love
Frans's Doubts

Frans, rubbing her face rough while looking at the picture of Naura smiling sweetly towards him.

"Darling you disappeared into nowhere, don't you remember the slightest bit about me always longing for and expecting your presence. It's been almost a month I've been in this town, hoping to find you, there's not a single piece of information about you that I've obtained." Frans larurt in daydreaming huh.

"Please.please..help me" came the sound of people in pain.

Frans immediately stood looking up, looking for the direction of the Voice.appeared an old woman who looked helpless defending the bag in her lap.Three men with large bodies around her tried to seize the bag.

Frans walked up to them,

"Hey.. stop you. don't bother that helpless woman.do you feel ashamed of that burly body and the muscles you have." Frans.

"Who are you, don't interfere in our affairs." one of them confronted Frans.

"You don't need to know who I am, which is obviously your behavior towards that helpless woman, is outrageous."

"Much of your talk." The three of them immediately confronted Frans, with their respective mainstay majors.Frans easily managed to avoid their attacks.Even the leader of the plotters immediately grimaced holding his mouth that released fresh blood. due to the hard blow delivered by Frans.

"Aduuuuh, dammit." shouted another one while holding his stomach.

"Even mas, don't hit us again." the three of them immediately asked for forgiveness with battered conditions.and ran away leaving Frans and the frightened mother while hugging her bag.

"Mother isn't papa.?" frans asked with a friendly smile.

"No papa Kok son, thank goodness you helped mom on time. Otherwise they will manage to snatch this bag, mother does not mind if the mother's money they took. but I'm afraid that they'll also pick up this mother's husband's diamond chicin." she showed Frans a small box she kept in the bag.

"Where are you going, let me take you. Danger if you're alone in this place."

"Mother ran out of the cemetery there, because the driver mother told him to go to lunch. So the mother's own way out of the cemetery complex.until here the mother was confronted by three thugs."

Not long after, a new luxury car changed in front of them, a man dressed as a driver came out.

"Sorry Nyon waited a long time.!"

"It's okay" replied the mother who looked gentle and kind.

"Yes, what's your name.?" look towards Frans.

"My name is Frans, I live not far from here" Frans replied.

"Take this, as my thanks." give me a lot of money.

"I know you're a good iklas and kid, then I'll leave this business card alone.if you need something, you can call this mobile phone number." hand over the business card to Frans' hand.

"All right, ma'am." Frans received the business card.

Frans returned to walk home to Uncle, considering that today he again failed to find and get a job.Frans mind never focused, and often daydreams thinking of Naura and looking for the beautiful girl.

"Brother's cheek why.?" frantic Lisa shouted at Frans' bruised right cheek.

"No papa Lisa."

"No papa kok bruised gini Frans." said Uncle worried.

Frans recounted the incident this afternoon, where he helped the mother.

"Uncle does not forbid you to help people, son, but in this Big City is very dangerous.You must be careful." advice Uncle

"Yes Uncle."

A week has passed since that incident. Frans has not found a job as well.although Lisa and Uncle do not mind at all about his presence in the house, but Frans remains unwell.and his determination to change his family's narrative back up, jarring, recalling the humiliation of Hendro's family and those who viewed him as the son of laborers and laborers in the traditional market.

Frans flipped through the business card he still held.he hesitated to contact the mother, Frans felt bad.

Unknowingly, Frans pressed No on his phone and heard the voice of a woman.

Frans was speechless, he was confused what to say.?

"Hallo who's this.?" said the woman.

"Ha.. hello, I'm Frans."

"French.?" the mother seemed to be thinking about something while remembering something.

"Ooo, Frans, the young man who never nolongin mom at that time yes."

"Yes, Mom."

"What's wrong, Frans.? or you need something. Just come to your home address."

"I.iya Ma. tomorrow morning I'll come to my mother's house."