Rissa tried not to think of one name that had been bothering her for the past week. She didn't want to hear any news about it.
Rissa couldn't believe that she could still live and breathe as much air as possible until now. Although the wounds on her face and shoulders had not completely healed, she felt very grateful. If it wasn't for that person who had saved her, then she should have died.
Goodbye Bandung. I will bury all my good memories there.
The journey to Batam was concise. She had never been on a plane before. Suddenly, when she opened her eyes, the plane had landed at Hang Nadim Airport.
They were all picked up by the son of her stepfather. His name is Nicholas. Well, Rissa had met him at his mother's wedding. It felt like they had not seen each other for years.
