Bogor supply depot, located on the east of Jakarta megapolitan area, buzzed with packaging and tagging activities since early morning. The junior staff members had suffused the air with the noisy creaking sound of the tape for a pile of parcels to be delivered that day.
Mark Zuhair had left home as early as seven in the morning when his lover had just woken up, kissing her on the forehead before chugging a full cup of coffee to kickstart his day.
He had told her the night before when they went to sleep, cuddling as usual, about what he overheard at the depot. Although he couldn't pinpoint more critical information, the short conversation was evincive enough for him.
