NOT MY DARK LOVER
Friends of the Wound Carrier?

Photos of him framed expensive with epic stick to the wall painted beige color as he likes. The beautiful body was standing while holding a gold award trophy in a twisted red and white ribbon binding the head of the trophy, written in the winner of Fashion week model in his country in 2013. That person was so beautiful in a sky blue dress dangling beautifully to the ankles, blond hair was loosely adorned with small pearl pearls hanging there, high heels in color resembling a white cloud heel as high as 7cm, and the white heel was, and a sash carved out his name. Explain that the person was so accomplished in his time.

Reverse the contents of his decorative table drawers, so many types of accessories various brands of shapes and colors stacked inside. The next drawer, not even more interesting. Various colors of ink pens, electronic goods such as laptop charger HP power bank and the like. He closed the drawer tightly.

Fool turns on the laptop, opens up anything that will help his memory. Selfie photos are stored in dozens of folders, then open the document file tucked between folders in the folder.

This time he already knew, what work before the accident took away some of his memories.

Ahh, the girl is not satisfied with her search. His father said he did work as the head of finance at the family company. It was really only the trace that he got after reaching into the drawer and looking at the contents of his wardrobe. And the problem of the model race, it seems like it can be asked to mamahnya later.

The girl threw her body onto the king size bed exhaling violently, she felt annoyed. Roll left to right, hit innocent bed linen, growling in the heart. His body was still a little limp to do a lot of movement.

His condition had improved during a year of periodic therapy in the hospital. And only two days later he was allowed into his private room.

Yusditira Arhandi Hutama's.

The man mentioned his full name which always followed him this late, remembering that name made him even more upset.

How not, the man always claimed to be a lover in front of him. Only in front of him. But, not in front of his parents, made him feel hesitant not to believe the man's words. The proof of which, even a piece of their photo photo was not found.

He did not know Papah had thrown away the photo and the goods given by the man.

Ahhhhh. Ok. Let's try again. The girl opened the drawer where the accessories were stored, forced open the drawer throw all the objects on the bed. Yes, the girl found a bracelet, made of bright green rubber 'F n M'. Paying more attention, it seems like this thing is the giver of a friend. The question now is who the initials M are, he has to find the person. Maybe M is the one who can help him recover his memories.

For some reason, he knew that his father was hiding something from him.

M, who are you? He didn't know the person he was looking for was the one who would bring hurt to him.

"Frandah!"

The girl quickly ran towards the door feeling her name on the call.

Fortunately, the item had been stored under a blanket. Opening the door as wide as his face, his body sank behind the door

"What's up, Mah?" smiling covers the awkwardness.

"Misty. Can I come in, baby?"

"Well..Uhmm, I-iya can be Mah. But don't go on the bed, Mah, I, "Franda bowed her head in shame.

"Yes. You know, open the door, baby."

Franda's taken by mMamah immunankon his room. Holding a guardrail, looking at the roof of a neighboring house from above

"Misty. What the hell are you talking about?"

"So, Doctor Lisa gave you a message to take you back to therapy the next day. You want it, son,"

"What other therapy?" Franda snorted "But Mama said my therapy was over,"

"Please calm down, baby. Trust the same Mom. The therapy tomorrow is different from what it usually is. ok."

"Ah. Whatever Mamah. Franda would sleep." The girl was always so angry.

After Franda entered the room left Mamah outside the balcony. The old woman reached into her pocket taking a cell phone giving a message to someone. She could only hope that their meeting was unknown to her husband. Doctor Lisa is the best friend to carry out this secret mission, a therapeutic appendage when not at all.

Marva looked at the woman before her. The body was not as good as it was two years ago. The skin is pale white, the lips are not as fragrant as they used to be paled, the eyes are slightly yellowed, the face is not as smooth as before, there is a speckled black stain there.

"Marvati. I did, good-bye for tomorrow. Meet Franda, don't be afraid." Darwin's mother's message led Marva through a garden.

"Franda," Trouble Marva managed to name a name she had longed for so much.

Another feeling Franda. In her mind, doctor Lisa's hospital is where she's taken her. In fact, he was in a deserted park near the hospital with a woman looking at him deeply. "Know my name?" the question just escapes.

Marva smiled miris. He pulled something out of a small bag, showing Franda "I'm the one who knows you,"

"That bracelet is exactly the same as the one I found in my drawer. You must be my friend. Aye, right?" answered Franda enthusiastically. Stepping a few times to hug Marva, it was very happy to know the person who would help her recover her memories.

"No, Franda." Marva retreats regularly resisting hugs. Franda. "I'm not a good person to you. I'm evil, Franda," Marva sobbed.

"Speak well, I don't understand what you mean."

"A-I'm Marva, the friend who betrayed you." Dr. Lisa's explanation has become a ripe mind to unlock this secret.

"Hey. Don't cry, man, speak properly. I don't understand what you mean."

"I'm married and have a son with your lover, the man who's been following you all along. Franda a-akuu," Marva's voice broke off.

"Nough!" Franda jerked, his head ached in circles.

"Franda, what's wrong with you?" Marva panicked to see Franda holding her head.

Franda endured the pain. He must be strong to open his memory "Why can it? But Papah says he's a bad guy."

"No Franda. I'm the bad one, I ruined your relationship." Marva shakes in fear.

Subconsciously, the gossip of people who say that the destroyer of people's relationships is embedded in Marva.

"I don't know. Ahhh," increasingly screamed in pain. Franda pulled her hair rough, her body almost falling if only someone did not hold her back.

"Maraaaa!" the sound was heard in the silence of the garden.

"Mas Handi," Marva swerved.

"It's all because of you. Marva!" said Sandy sarcastically.

"Ddiamm!! my head hurts so much." Franda grimaced in Handi's arms.

"Hold dear. We're in the hospital now." Handi whispered in the ear with a friendly. After that Handi held Franda. This time the girl did not refuse, instead Franda increasingly close her head to the field of Handi. They left Marva's wounds.

Marva was sitting on the grass of the garden, the sound of stuffing came out just like that. The tears fell very fast, the interaction of her husband and Franda did not escape his attention.

Is this sick? However, Marva already considers Handi as her husband Narra's father. Saw his man go with another woman.

At least Marva has dared to say a word. Spapun that will happen later, Marva has confirmed the heart to accept it.

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