A brutal tragedy by accident. Is it true that Dilan is a murderer? But why did he choose to become a policeman? Regarding the past, Dilan suddenly crossed his mind.
This young man tried to cover up for everything that had happened close hearing of past events.
As if re-imagined the mind in a moment.
Dilan locked himself in his private room. Only alone did he feel the anxiety, anxiety, and even the mind that tied to his memories.
"Ah!"
"Aaah!" he groaned crouch in the corner of the room.
From the curtains of the bedroom window, also dim light seen.
The night was tight in his heart, wrapping all the pain between the screams of pain.
His body grimaced weakly under the darkroom.
No more sound would disturb him. Mehmed was no longer in the place and, the others did not even have time to stay.
Only the young man alone embraced the past with endless regrets. His head began to tilt to say, "I will protect Emira, and I will reveal everything and you!"
His eyes shone with a vengeful light. Wasn't this a determination he would hold? This young man grabbed himself together in the crocodile hole.
"Dad, I'm sorry ..." he pleaded in a hug.
There were no tears in his eyelids. His eyes softened for a moment as he scanned the dim room.
***
I walk slowly towards a car that is parked neatly in the car garage.
"Emira," called the mother.
I'm about to get in the car. However, he was shocked by his mother's screams.
"Yes, mom."
I approached the mother was standing in front of the garage door with her arms crossed.
"What's the matter, ma'am?" asked the mother.
"Tonight, come to your uncle's house!" asked the mother.
"But today, I will work late, Mom. I have to broadcast live and have to report on the murder case," I said.
"Hemm, then another time. Even though mom wants to leave something to your uncle," Maila asked.
"I'll go first, Mom," I said goodbye and kissed the mother's cheek warmly.
"Be careful on the way!" called Maila waving.
"Yes, ma'am!"
I waved his hand back towards the mother.
Inside the driver's control, I started to focus on the road. Not long after, I got a detailed message from a friend--Fredi.
He sent the most recent news for me to broadcast live.
I accidentally met a man who is not foreign to me.
Wilson is Jebran's best friend's did standing with an expression on the side of the road. I stopped the car and opened the window towards the man.
"Wilson," I called.
Wilson turned to me, then raised an eyebrow, "You?"
I got out of the car and greeted him with a smile, "Who are you waiting for?"
"Ah, Emira isn't it?" he said.
"Well, you forgot about me?" I grumbled.
"I was waiting for an invite. I think Zaffer forgot about me," Wilson complained.
"Why didn't you bring the car?" I asked curiously.
"We went out together, but he just disappeared," Wilson complained.
"Want to come with me?" I offer.
"Hah! I could make you late," Wilson snarled.
"No problem. Jebran told me to come to the scene for a live broadcast," I explained.
"All right then. I'll drive," Wilson decided.
"Please," I concluded.
We entered the car at the same time. The inside car felt a bit awkward after I invited Jebran's friend.
Wilson occasionally looked at me but turned around as I came to my senses.
"What's the matter, Wilson?" I asked.
"E... Can we chat?" Wilson hesitated.
"Of course you can," I said.
It could be seen from Wilson's expression that he was getting excited when I started to give him a chance. I also grabbed a bottle of water to avoid the nervousness of the water.
"Since that day, Jebran has always been a little different than usual. I think Jebran is in love with you," said Wilson.
SPLASH!
I squirted the water in front of the car window.
The water from the mouth no longer entered the throat but escaped forcibly from my mouth.
Wilson was suddenly stunned when he saw me at his words.
"Emira, I'm sorry!" he said.
"It's okay," I said grab a tissue not far from in front of me.
I immediately cleaned my mouth and the traces of the vomit water. Wilson seemed to feel guilty that the spontaneous remark took me by surprise.
"I didn't mean to surprise you. But, I'm sure of it! Jebran is an angry and ignorant person. Apart from his father's demands, Jebran looks more excited than usual. I saw Jebran yesterday looking for you," said Wilson.
"You mean last Sunday?" I said.
"Well, he's been looking for you everywhere. He doesn't usually act like that. I'm pretty sure he likes you!" thought Wilson.
"Usually when he is in love. He will do anything for that love," he continued.
I just gaped as Wilson explained everything beside me. I think my beliefs represent Wilson.
We were talking about the cold man who seemed changed. I felt the change, but I played dumb in front of them.
"Has he ever loved anyone?" I asked curiously.
"Once upon a time. However, the woman left him when Jebran was still studying in Japan," Wilson explained.
"Then?" I continued.
"Jebran studied for two years in Japan to continue his further studies and study to become a CEO. When he arrived in Indonesia, Jebran was devastated when the woman cheated on him. Jebran would give his whole life for the sake of that woman," said Wilson.
"What a pity! But, why is he so stupid?!" I grumbled.
"Emira," Wilson called.
"Well," I said.
"We're here," he interrupted.
"Oh, have you?" I noticed an apartment not far from my sight. This young man seemed fine.
However, its nature is not as perfect as the painting of that always beautiful smile.
"By the way, come to my place, invite friends and whoever it is! I live in that apartment. But, once every four months, I always go abroad for my work," he offered.
"Oh well, okay." I nodded slowly.
"Pleased to meet you!" his greetings.
The young man got out of the car's followed by me to take the steering position.
"Oh yeah, one more!" Wilson turned to look at me.
"I'm telling the truth if you get Jebran lucky! I'm sure of it," he shrieked.
I was excited about Wilson's words.
However, I faded for a moment when the romance of love was so perfect.
This time I fell into the cradle of love that is still not visible. Dim from my sight, but I feel there is one sign of love that will see behind the look on his face—Jebran.
***
From there, I locked my heart tightly as not to spoil the atmosphere of my seriousness at work. In front of a camera that is displayed. My eyes began to focus on the camera circle that immediately caught my face.
'How am I? Am I attractive and presentable?' muttering, I glared in focus.
I'm a good reporter. So, appearance is paramount. The tone of speech is clear, clean, firm, and almost perfect.
"The latest news on the murder of a twenty-four-year-old woman.
Lying on the floor in his room at four in the morning. No eyewitnesses were near the incident. The victim allegedly fought the perpetrator, but the resistance was in vain."
"In the end, the woman died tragically. The case is still ongoing and has changed hands to the authorities. According to local figures, the murder occurred when the woman got a prostitution contract that canceled."
"Here's the explanation."
I pointed the mic at one of my comrades—Fredi.
His eyes started to focus.
"This murder occurred because we found an unsigned employment contract. It is suspect that the perpetrator forced the victim to enter the list of comfort women names. This case is still ongoing to find the real perpetrator. We have confirmed the real culprit. However, they are still using a perfect alibi. Just wait to hear from us."
I took my position.
"From Emira, TNC Jakarta reported," I said, close the latest news.
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