Troublemaker Boy

Chapter 12: 11

Two days after Samudra returned, Farrel continued to remain silent in his hotel room. Ignoring Sherly's

requests, who kept asking to be taken out for a walk, even for the past few days, Farrel couldn't hide

the anxiety she always managed to cover with her attitude.

Farrel winced when he felt his head dizzy due to lack of sleep, he did not stay up late, but the dream

never allowed Farrel to continue to sleep. That dream forced him to immediately go out, into the real

world, looking for the woman who was always present in his dream.

A flashback flashed back into his memory, Farrel held the temples of his head. He thought of a

beautiful girl, with long, shoulder-length brown hair. Actually, who is that girl? Why was he always

present in Farrell's dreams?

***

Two days before

Jakarta, Indonesia

01:00 AM

"Right, did he remember everything?" Asked Valerie as soon as Samudra reached their home.

Ocean rubbed his face in a huff, then sighed. The man shook his head, looking down. Likewise with

Valerie, she immediately sat beside Samudra while gently stroking the shoulder of the man who had

officially become her husband.

"We can definitely help him," he said softly.

"Five years is not a short time, honey." The ocean turned to the side, glaring at Valerie. "Farrel has lost

his memory, and Retha? Even I'm not sure he's still alive."

"I'm sure, Retha must be somewhere." Valerie stared back at the deep ocean. "As long as Retha's

body is not in front of us, we must keep looking for her. Live, or die."

***

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02: 00 AM

Coffe and chef cafe

"Why, anyway. I always see you?" Dave commented as Farrel called himself who was playing in front

of his father's restaurant.

Farrel chuckled softly, "You don't like seeing me, do you?"

Dave shook his head. "When I meet you, I always get into trouble."

"Problem?" Farrel raised an eyebrow. "What is the problem?"

"The first time I met, I accidentally spilled coffee on your expensive coat. Then, Mother scolded me all

the way to the house. Yesterday, after meeting you, I was scolded again." Complained to Farrell. "And I

guess when I get back from here, I'll be in trouble again."

"Do you think I'm a trouble maker?" Farrel asked in an offended tone, joking.

"You're not a problem maker," Dave said. "But you're the source of the problem."

Farrel chuckled, he deliberately came to this restaurant because he was too late and bored in the hotel

room. Besides that, he was also keeping a distance from Sherly. Hence, he didn't even have a cell

phone with him. Apart from keeping his distance, Farrel also doesn't want to look at the percentage

figures graph that his assistant gave him for the consideration of the project with the Williams Group.

However, what he met was Dave. The boy who was spilling coffee on Farrell's coat. Actually, that's not

why Farrel remembers Dave very well. The boy's behavior and face, really resembled him as a child.

He also did not understand why he could remember that when the important thing he was trying to

remember, he forgot.

"What are you calling me for, if you just silence me like this." Dave said, annoyed. I better continue

playing there. "He said before rushing back to his place of origin.

"Hey, hey!" Call Farrell. "I still need you!"

Dave turned his head, the boy staring flatly at Farrell. Waiting for the continuation of the man's

sentence.

"Come here, I want to share a secret." Said Farrel, causing Dave who had a high level of curiosity to

rush over to him.

"All right, it's actually a little weird," Dave stared in surprise at Farrell as he returned to his seat beside

the man.

"What is strange?"

"First, I don't know you. And vice versa. But, you always invite me to talk like a friend. Second, I'm still

five years old, listen to that. I know, maybe many wonder why children my age can communicate

smoothly with this. other people, I am also amazed by myself. And lastly, a secret will not be a secret

anymore when you tell others. " Dave explained at length, he was also confused by what he was

saying.

"It was a long sentence," said Farrel hanging. "I'm lazy to listen to it, sorry, I didn't pay attention earlier."

He continued staring at Dave without guilt.

"Oh my God," Dave patted his forehead. "Could it be, you deliberately approached me, so you could

approach Mother ?! Admit it, you're not the first man to act like this."

Farrell's eyebrows rose one, "why do you think that?"

"Well, my mother is a beautiful woman and quite famous because my father is a quite successful

businessman here. When the news circulated that they were not married, there were many who wanted

to approach him." Dave sighed his breath. "But they all just wanted you. They didn't want me."

"Aish, poor you." Farrel shook his head. "But, you're wrong. I'm not one of them." Farrel chuckled. "I

admit that your mother is quite a beautiful woman. But I'm not interested. Besides, I already have a

wife."

"Ah, yes. Where is the girl with the big body but the heart of the children?" Dave asked curiously. "Or

was he kidnapped because you let him cry in front of the convenience store like crap?"

"Of course not!" Refuted Farrell. "He's at the hotel we're staying at, I don't feel like being around him."

"Adults are weird, huh." Dave muttered. "They fight a lot, then stay there like little kids. That's what

Mom and Dad did when they met."

"They fight a lot, don't they?" Asked Farrell.

Dave nodded his head. "Even in front of me."

"Dave," called Farrell. The boy turned his head, looking at Farrel with his round eyes. Exasperated, I

think Farrel wanted to pull the fat cheek, if only he wasn't maintaining his image right now.

"What?"

"How does it feel to be a child?"

"Heh? Did you get this big at birth right away?"

"Of course not."

"Then, why do you ask like that? It's strange."

"I just want to know," Farrel sighed as he looked up at the clear sky above. "I lost part of my memory."

"You mean you have amnesia?" Dave asked.

Farrel nodded his head. "Yes, sort of."

Dave was silent, he looked at the look on the face of the man in front of him. He didn't know Farrell, but

he felt very close. This man in front of him, very different from Charles - his father. When he was with

Charles, Dave would feel tremendous tension. In addition, Charles's gaze, who always looked at him

with displeasure.

"That's my secret," muttered Farrel.

"Do you know?" Farrel turned and looked at Dave questioningly. "My mother also has the same secrets

as you."

"You mean?"

"My mom has amnesia too."

To be continued