
"Mas Dedi's...Mas Dedi.. wake up Mas Dedi,"
I heard the sound of someone waking Fredi among the voices of people talking in a thick tone, thick tone,
Fredi then looked tired to open his eyes, he rubbed his eyes for a while which still felt not so clear, he said,
What's the matter? Why so many people? Inner Fredi was astonished as a faint cleavage was now visible around the crowd, they seemed to look towards Fredi with a worried face,
Fatigue Fredi woke up from his position lying on the grassy ground, which around him many also grow frangipani trees with beautiful white flowers, and,
Yes such a beautiful flower, yet somehow always synonymous with burial ground, and...
"Gosh,"
Fredi was shocked, when he then saw not far from where he lay there were several rows of tombs with tombstones that were still clearly visible name, his name was,
Fredi then looked at the one person whose position was closest to him, of course he wanted to ask him why? this where is it? Slamet, where's Slamet?
"Aghhh!"
Fredi seemed to hold his head which now suddenly felt so dizzy, dizzy,
Why these? What's wrong with my head? What exactly happened?
Fredi continued to wonder in his heart, indeed he was very confused by the situation he still had difficulty understanding,
Yes, Slamet, Fredi sure is right if he was in Slamet's room, he'd go take a shower, he'd go, but suddenly when he took things out of his backpack he was again interested in the diary of someone named Amelia, who was,
Yes Amelia, I don't know who she is, but obviously, Fredi really likes her writing,
Neat handwriting, which sometimes in some parts he will also slip pictures of small flowers, and sometimes also stick stickers on it like there is a convex plastic, he said,
"Nwg... Mas Dedi, it looks like he's injured, maybe it'd be better if I take him to the health center first before going home,"
Fredi looked for a moment at the thick mustachioed man he had never seen before,
The man who inexplicably also keeps calling him Mas Dedi, whether Dedi who, Dedi Dores or Dedi Corbuzier, obviously Fredi does not know,
The thick-moustached man who continued to be stared at by Fredi then realized that Fredi seemed to not be able to remember who he was, and he was not,
So, therefore, the man in the thick mustache was courteously trying to remind Fredi,
"I'm Giman Mas Dedi, one of the family transport drivers,"
Fredi seemed to frown, obviously he still did not remember the name of Giman at all, and since when his family had a transportation business, it was clear that he still did not remember the name of Giman,
Freight driver?
The giman?
Who the hell?
"Have two long days with us looking for, thank God finally panjenenengan found here, surely Mr. Siswoyo will be very relieved to know the panjengan safe,"
Said the thick mustachioed man named Giman,
Fredi actually wanted to ask a lot of the man, but their position is now swarmed by many people and also his head feels really dizzy, so Fredi also chose to nod his head, just,
Mr. Giman, the man with the thick mustache then helped Fredi stand up, and then memapah Fredi to be able to walk,
Someone else seemed to pick up items near Fredi, which was nothing but a cartoon diary of a yellow curly haired girl.
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