If only be turned back time. If only the wind didn't sneak in through the cracks of the skin.
Maybe Me, Arsenio, and Jebran didn't meet at the point of vigilance. He looked at us as if he was about to stab himself. Meanwhile, Arsenio's hand wrapped tightly around my shoulder.
Suddenly, all dispersed by the arrival of a man approaching us. Arga, the skilled cameraman's was with me.
Until Jebran had passed, we first left the greeting.
Arsenio nimbly removed his grip from my shoulder.
"Hey!" call him to me.
"Ah! You just startled me," I grumbled and hit his shoulder.
"Who's he?" asked Arga curiously.
"Just curious. Please help Arsenio to our boss Jebran!" I asked.
"Emira, I want you to drop me off. Besides, we don't see each other often, do we?" Arsenio joked at me.
"Now!" Arga said.
"Hello, my name is Arga, Emira's partner." Arga held out his hand for a handshake.
"My name is Arsenio. I am also an old friend of Emira," Arsenio greeted with his sweet smile.
"Hehe, can you leave us for a bit?" I asked Arga.
"Oh, okay!" Arga smiled softly, then turned away from us. Instantly my face began to watch Arsenio questioningly.
"Arsenio!" I say firmly.
"Well, come with me!" he asked.
"Come on!" I said without a friendly expression.
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My steps swing in the same direction as Arsenio's that is parallel to me. His body wasn't too different from mine.
It's just that this guy is a little taller than me. I looked at my best friend on this one with a small smile.
This clumsy managed to get the title of being a prosecutor.
I'm ashamed deep down my throat. To achieve all my dreams of becoming a Policeman when I was young.
My dream rejects by my mom.
Arsenio looked back along the way as they led the way.
His eyes began to wonder at how much I had changed.
It's me! I am a cheerful, brave, and kind woman. And for sure, I don't like anyone being lied to me, including my own best friend.
"Emira," she called as we started to stop at one door.
"Well," simply.
"Has your dream been buried?" asked Arsenio quietly.
I just shut up and closed for a moment. However, there was no time to reply. I immediately knocked on the door.
"Open!" A short voice came from inside the room.
Arsenio followed my steps into Jebran's room—the young CEO. He didn't get an answer from me while I turned to look at Jebran casually.
"Sorry, sir. Someone wants to find you," I said, bowing my head.
"Oh, please have a seat!" Greet Jebran with a faint smile.
"Thank you, sir." Arsenio again noticed my serious expression. I resisted looking at him. However, I stopped by saying goodbye.
"Excuse me, sir." I bowed in submission, then took a slow step back. Arsenio kept looking at me until the door. And until the door closed, his eyes were still on the door.
"Have we met before?" Jebran's bill started the conversation.
"Oh. I guess?" just said.
"You were drunk at the time, weren't you? I almost hit you on the street," said Jebran.
"Well, it's my fault! I'm still a new Prosecutor. I'm a little out of control," hissed Arsenio ducking down.
"I'm sorry that time," said Jebran.
"Ah, no! It was my fault," Arsenio whispered.
"By the way, what do you need?" asked Jebran getting curious.
"I heard you're always ready to cover any news, am I right?" Arsenio said.
"Well, I will not refuse any news. Sometimes I am often prevented by my subordinates and colleagues. But, I still do it," said Jebran.
"I want you to do it for me," Arsenio pleaded.
"What's that?" asked Jebran.
***
I walked back to the most comfortable chair in my life. Well, I force myself to comfort.
In front of a computer screen, I started looking for material to write about in the news discourse.
I stopped at one message that entered my email. Someone texted me. 'Help me, Miss Emira! I'm waiting for you in front of the Green Blue building, not far from your office. My house is in that building, number 313.'
I stopped and then barged into the message. I was thinking, who sent this? Written email by anggi_diana87@gmail.com. I took note of the mail.
I started to reach for my cell phone, then searched for someone's name. Dilan. Suddenly I stopped at the name of Dilan.
'Will he come with me?' I muttered in my heart.
"Hey!" Arga called to hit my shoulder hard.
"Ah!" I snapped to look at him.
"You are!" I grumbled.
"Are you surprised?" asked Arga.
"Arga, will you accompany me for a moment?" I asked while holding her wrist.
Arga became very stiff when I held his hand. Not having time to think anything else, I immediately took the notebook with my cell phone.
I pulled Arga's body to follow my steps until he left the room.
"Emir, what's wrong?" shouted Arga.
"Just come with me! I need someone to accompany me somewhere," I said.
"Come in!" I asked him.
"Hey, you're not very clear,"
I started to control the steering wheel to go where I just got.
"Where are you going?" asked Arga curiously. All his confused look haunted Arga.
However, I held on to the steering wheel to quickly arrived at that place.
I suddenly felt uncomfortable. Somehow? I think that woman called me and she needed my help she told me that.
When we arrived at the Green Blue building, the location is not far from the office. We saw several police cars lined up neatly in the middle of the field.
"Huh! What's this?" asked Arga in disbelief.
"I don't carry a camera anymore," Arga annoying grumbled.
"We're not here to cover other people. But, to meet someone," I said as I parked the car not far from there.
We came out with a million question marks. I immediately approached the Policemen who were guarding outside.
"What is this?" I asked.
"There's a body in the room," he said.
"Room number?" I asked.
"313," he said.
"Hah!" I sighed as I remembered what I had heard. Room 313 was the room that suited him.
I immediately ran into the building. The guards tried to block my steps. However, I showed the business card that had been hiding in my shirt pocket.
"Let me in! I know him," I whispered.
A young man approached me. Instantly my face changed when I looked at the familiar man.
"Fredy?" I said.
"Emira? Why are you here?" he asked me.
I suddenly looked at him in shock.
"Is Dilan with you?" my bill.
"Dilan, he has a different office with me. I just happened to move," he said.
"I want to meet that person," I said.
"Let me take you!" Fredi, Dilan's best friend who is always together. I can't believe all of this, they gathered in one city, and I'm a little happy. Arga continues to follow in my footsteps with Fredi—a young policeman.
In front of room 313, the door was already open. Fredi turned to me, "Wear this! There's still a corpse inside that we have to investigate first." He handed the mask to me and, Arga.
We entered a room that already reeked of the sting of corpses along with the stench of blood.
A woman lay horribly with a body that was cover in blood. I guess his age is not much different from mine. Her long hair covered her battered face.
"Weeeek!!" Arga could not resist the smell and fishy.
And he threw up at the back of the room.
Meanwhile, I just stared silently at a female corpse. My eyes seemed to read everything that had happened before the incident.
There were voices of resistance in the room.
A hard punch against the wall, as that wall left a bloodstain.
I saw the windowpane that was slightly ajar with the curtain almost torn. Who is this woman? Think deeply.
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