Turns Out He Is A Boy
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Sometimes on Sundays, or Saturdays I go to visit my father's grave alone without telling others. Since I didn't want my time with my father to be disturbed, I just wanted to be alone in my father's grave, and I always told my father.

If I had changed for the better, like what you wanted. I always talk about the days I spent as long as I changed. Then do not forget to pray for the best father for him.

"Dad.today I came again to see Dad.I'm sorry to keep you waiting. As always, I do good to people. This morning I gave food to a little boy on the street, Dad.

Then she smiled, and said thank you to me. My heart can feel it, my heart is not as hard as I used to be. Not only that, I also always help people who I used to help.

They always seem to be waiting for help from me. But I don't mind it, because I'm not the old me anymore, Dad. I want to know... Are you listening to my words?.

Are you happy in nature? I always wish my best for my father. May you always be happy in nature, thank you dad. Since I've been chatting with you, I can't stay here long.

Because there are still many people who need my help, see you later" I said I left my father's grave after I sprinkled flowers at his meal.

Then I went back to my house, on my way home, I always helped people who were in trouble. As soon as I saw that there was someone who needed help, I got off my bike and helped that person.

Also on my way to school in the morning. I was often late for school because I kept helping people around me. But once I was asked why I was late for school, I always lied to the teacher.

I always answer lies like, "My house is away from school, my life is difficult, defecate, late waking up, and so on". I always close the truth, and turn it into a lie.

When I got to my house, I saw Robin who seemed to have been waiting for me from earlier in front of the fence of his house. Then Robin immediately approached me, carrying something for me behind his hand.

"What's up Robin? have you not been waiting for me since?" my many.

"Of course." said Robin walking closer to me.

"What are you hiding behind your hands?" manya curious.

"Here.I brought you a book that you seem to really like. The second series of novels, "Human Heart".." said Robin, smiling as she handed me the book, and I picked up the book.

I was stunned because of this book, how could he know about this book I thought. My body trembled as soon as someone else found out something related to Eren. So it's true that Robin had something to do with Eren.

But who is he? what does he have to do with Eren?. Then how did he know about this book. So the painting that was then, and the movie that he was talking about back then, and also the treatment he had that was exactly the same as Eren's treatment back then.

But Robin actually wants me to remember it again, and never forget it. He just wants me to be stuck in my past like I used to. All this time, I was always trying to get out of the reality of my past.

"Robins..."

"Yes?"

"Actually..who are you?" I stared hard at Robin.

What was Robin's answer at the time? he looks like a confused person, and does not keep his lies. He looks like he's not lying at all, it seems like he's very good at acting in front of me.

"Of course you're the Robin I know, but your attitude towards me all along has been very suspicious" I said firmly.

"What's!? why are you like that to me? I don't understand why you're like this. I'd better just leave." Robin said, leaving me.

"Wait on! I was wondering, how do you know that I really like this book?" I asked, which made Robin stop her steps

"That's because I accidentally saw you reading that book at the camp" Robin said.

Then Robin went back into her house, upset with me. I looked at the book he gave me, and stood here because I was still in shock. Novel, "Human Heart 2" I didn't know it had a second series.

Even then, and until now I continue to search for the second serial novel. But I didn't manage to find a second serial novel. I searched all the bookstores, but I still couldn't find the book I was looking for.

How do I know if this novel has a second series. That's because at the end of the page is written the word, "connected" which means the novel has a second series. But my question is.. How did Robin find this book?.

Though it looks like this book still looks new, and has never been opened, and is also still sealed. The second series of the novel "Human Heart" was not published. That's the only estimate I have right now.

"Claude... What have you been doing lately on holidays?" ask mom.

"Nothing" I said walking to my room.

"Claude! listen mom! what did you just do!" shouted mom.

"I told you, there's nothing I do. I was just looking for some cool air" I said, continuing.

"Why did you ignore me after I didn't have Claude!" my mother said it made me stop my steps.

Suddenly my breath became tight because of my mother's words. If only someone had said something about you, even if it was just saying the word, "Dad". Suddenly my breath became like this.

"Claude!? what's wrong with you?" ask my mother who approached me who was kneeling in front of the stairs to the top floor.

Then my mother brought me some water, and I immediately finished the water with just one sip. Then my shortness of breath just disappeared, and my mood returned to normal. Then I walked back to my room, and left my mother.

"Mother...What's wrong with sister? brother looks very strange" said my sister Elijah who saw the incident earlier.

"Mother..do not know son.maybe your sister is just tired" said my mother.

"What happened to my brother?" muttered my sister Yohan while staring intently at me.

What my mother said was true.I always ignored my mother as long as she was no longer in this world. Actually I didn't ignore it, it's just that I was scared to talk to my mom, and made a little mistake.

I was afraid that because of me, my mother would leave like my father, so I always avoided talking to my mother. I was so scared, I didn't want to see any more blood coming out, blood flowing from anyone. I'm so scared.