Tired of Loving you
The man ... Morgan's?

How surprised Lord Harsa when he saw the figure he missed was right in front of him. "M-Morgan, are you this?"

"I'm Morgan Veer Pradikta, your three-year-old son you consider dead, Pa,"

Dream ... Is this what is called a non mirage dream? Mr. Harsa looked at Morgan not blinking for a second, so that the shadow in front of him did not leave immediately.

But unfortunately, a white light seemed to fill Morgan's and-'s body

"NO!" lord Harsa's breath was increasingly hunting like a new one running a two thousand meter marathon.

"Dream again? What is this sign? Why do you always come and say no, son? Give Papa a hint .." - Sir Harsa shrieked while covering his face with both hands.

Yes, tired of body and mind Mr. Harsa rested on a long sofa faced with family photos of his. Until unknowingly, Mr. Harsa fell asleep and found a dream of meeting Morgan that had happened so many times.

"Are you still alive, son? Papa still feels you are alive. Even when Papa wants to see your body, the hospital won't allow it. Did something happen to you?" mumbles Mr. Harsa trying to remember the events of a few years ago.

Elsewhere, a man dressed in a shabby, thin, smelly, dreadlocks was asleep next to the funeral with a shivering body.

"Ma ... Pa ... Sister ... Darling ..." he murmured softly.

Along with his mouth that kept on rummaging, came a man of stout stature and neatly dressed. The man ruffled his waist and kicked the body of the man who was shivering violently.

"Wake up!" yells. But the man didn't squint at all.

"Wake, woy! How spoiled you! Wake up!" the man continued to kick and stomp on the body of the frail man who was asleep next to someone's grave mercilessly.

"Hey! What's the matter?!" shouted a woman who was standing not far from the torture site.

"The ideal woman comes at an inopportune time. Shit," he murmured.

"Remember, if you open your voice, you are in my hands" whispered the man and left in haste.

Rania rushed over to the man in pain.

"Rpa ... Did you hear me?" Rania touched the man's wrist, with the intention of checking his pulse.

"Alhamdulillah .. but very weak. How's this? Where I don't bring a cell phone anymore. Duh, sloppy," grumbled Rania.

"S-honey?" muttered the man with the upward lip curvature forming a smile.

Finally, with all her strength, Rania managed to turn the body of the man.

Deg.

Rania felt familiar with the face.

"navig ... Morgan," said Rania, observing the man's face covered in bruises.

"Come, I'll help you stand up,"

The man slightly opened his eyes and smiled again.

"Rb ... Ni ... A ..." the man muttered.

"Boy knows me? And why are you in my in-laws' tomb?" asked Rania who was unable to withstand a million curiosity. But Rania thought, this guy is just an ordinary street guy who doesn't have a house.

"Sa-who?"

"Already, Sir. Come on, let's stand up. My car is not far from here." Rania helps the man stand up and breaks him into his car.

Yes, after being satisfied to sleep, Rania just remembered having a promise to go to the grave of mistress Marsya without Shaka's knowledge. Even when he left earlier, Shaka was still fast asleep very soundly.

On the way, Rania kept glancing at the mysterious man.

"Well, how come I feel like he's so familiar, huh? It looks like Morgan, but he's an irreducible version. Morgan's life is again?" Rania seemed to think hard but remained focused on the streets.

Arriving at the hospital, Rania calls the nurses to bring Morgan in.

"Take good care of him, will you?" rania told one of the doctors.

"Yes, Ran. She who?" ask Doctor Rian-friend Aslan.

"I found him eating Mama earlier. He's without an identity, but I'll take full responsibility. I'm going home first, my husband must be looking for me,"

"Ready, beautiful pregnant," said Dr. Rian while giving his head down.

"Gruby."