Sibling

Idris walked to the study room, Udin followed him. He open the door and get inside. Udin stand outside of the room. Idris older brother visit him today. Udin turn around when he realised someone is looking at him. A man around twenty years old called him, he was waving his right hand. Udin followed him to the living room. They finally settle at the veranda of the house. It’s cool there with the gentle afternoon breeze.

The man greet him. Udin politely answer him. After that Udin just look at the flowers outside of the veranda. He didn’t know what to say. Furthermore he didn’t know him. From his dressing, he look someone from the ministry. Udin recognised it because when the warlord at home a lot of the people from the ministry come to visit him.

“I’m Haikal.”

Haikal break the ice by introducing himself. Udin smile back at him. Haikal look friendly.

“I’m Muhammad Salahuddin. Mmm I guess that’s my name for now. I lost my memory.”

Udin voluntarily explain to Haikal.