After calling Andrew, Mike sat alone in the inn's room for a long time. He had paid the useless detective three million Rupiah for his services as well as medical expenses, then he sent him to the hospital.
The door was slightly ajar, making a cold wind slip into the room. Slowly but surely, the room's temperature dropped further and lower as time passed.
Mike sat huddled in the corner of the bed. He put his hands on his knees and covered his face. A muffled scream resounded within the empty inn.
His brother had asked him to return to Jakarta. He wanted to return right away, but fear stopped him. Why did Andrew call him back to Jakarta just to answer his question? What if Andrew was going to deliver bad news? Mike didn't know if he could bear the disappointing and heartbreaking news.
