You are my brother!

Hearing the words that Gatot said to me like that, it seemed as if I had torn my heart and cut my veins at this time, as if I was now an undead because my body and soul had each walked in different directions.

"Alright Bro ... I'll go first ...!"

I said goodbye to Gatot.

I tried to leave the best impression on them all. Although honestly I actually feel pain in my heart, but I don't want to look sad in their eyes. I also don't care what Gatot will do after my departure

I continued these footsteps and until this second Marco had not yet picked me up, I was afraid, but I kept walking without looking back because I didn't want to see Gatot, who might still want to prove my departure or leave me.

Now my only goal is to go to the apartment where Marco lives maybe Marco is drunk or sleeping so he can't pick me up or listen to my phone calls.

I immediately ordered an online taxi via my cellphone because I wanted to go to Marco's apartment and not for a long time a Taxi came in front of me and took me to my destination, namely Marco's Apartment.

Luckily I still have the money Marco gave me yesterday so I can pay for this Taxi Online,

If there is no money, I don't know what to do, maybe I'll walk here or I'm looking for someone who is kind enough to give me a ride so I can get here.

But certainly, I will not return to my house.

After paying for this Online Taxi, I immediately entered and took the elevator near the main lobby of this apartment. I immediately pressed the button 18 which means the 18th floor where Marco lives in this apartment. after arriving on the 18th floor I immediately looked for a room with number 197.

Suddenly my footsteps stopped because I saw that in front of me at the moment there were several policemen coming in and out of room no 197. I was stunned and my gaze suddenly darkened, I didn't know what to do next ...

"Miss ... what are you doing here ...?! Is there anything to do with the tenant room number 197?"

One of the police reprimanded me, he asked me like that because only myself was stunned to see that 197 room.

I'm just silent and don't know what to answer, I don't know what Marco is going through right now ....

"Miss ...! Why are you silent ...! Do you know the man in the 197 room?"

Once again the policeman asked me and still the same answer I gave him ...

namely ... standing still and can only be silent in a thousand languages ​​...

I slowly stepped back and then left this place, because I was afraid they would continue to ask me questions and their questions would be more than just asking to know about Marco.

I feel lucky because they didn't follow me even though this cold sweat was pouring down my body, now I don't know where else to go tonight, because I have no other purpose but to go to Marco's place.

The night is getting late and I don't really know this area of ​​Jakarta, my heart keeps wondering what's wrong with Marco, why does he have to deal with the police to such an extent? I feel like going back to Marco's place, but I'm afraid that later I will even be involved in it. I also tried to wait for him on the sofa lobby of this apartment while looking at the magazines under the guest table in the lobby of this apartment.

Even though I feel infinite fear, I have to stick to my decision because all of this has become my wish and I have to be brave enough to continue to face this world which is really very cruel.

It's been almost 2 hours I waited for Marco in this lobby, I hope he will come down soon then I can meet him even though it's just seeing him from afar but my heart will feel calm, if I see him in good condition.

Suddenly I saw the lift door opened and then got out of the elevator some of the police, one of which was a policeman who was no stranger to me because he was a policeman who had asked me questions upstairs quickly I picked up the magazine that was on my lap to covered my face when the policeman looked my way.

This heart began to beat fast because I began to feel afraid of the state of chanting, I prayed in my heart that he did not know me, because I was the person he asked upstairs earlier.

The second lift door opened then 6 well-built policemen got out of the lift but this time they brought a big yellow bag that they carried together and this time my heart was beating more and more uncertainly and these eyes were wide open in surprise I saw the big yellow pouch and I also started asking questions about the contents inside it.

This heart is getting more and more upset because I don't know what else to do? I also don't want to be like this if myself just stay here.

I look around this apartment, it seems that everything has been guarded by the police and it also looks very quiet, no one is in and out of this apartment, only I can come in and sit here with a cold sweat all over my body because I came when they weren't as many this.

I feel that the Police already know me because he started walking towards the sofa where I am currently sitting, now I am embarrassed by him, I feel like my butt is pricked by nails so that it makes my sitting restless there and here shifting styles .

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