"I'm late."
Deandra kept muttering the same sentence in his mind. With his head held high up, the young man froze while staring at a body that hanging and swinging lightly in front of him.
Pale faces and horrified whispers were heard all around. The students who filled the surroundings made this room feel cramped. But of course, it had no effect on the beautiful lady up there.
Because now Erika Salma doesn't need oxygen to fill her lungs.
A thousand questions raced through Deandra's mind. Why? How could that be? Even though last night, just last night. The young girl sent a string of messages that Dean was late reading. Even the message is still displayed on the cellphone screen that is currently in his hand.
*Ten Minutes Before*
"So? Is it true that a toss of pots hits you as soon as you get home?" Ivan laughed.
By his side, Devan seemed to be trying
“What are you guys doing?! You can't just bring people's children. Where's the warrant?!” "Dev!" Devan exploded. The innocence tabble he pounded hard as he rose to challenge the two uniformed men in front of them. Suddenly, Ivan also got up to calm his twin. "We have a warrant, if necessary we can show it." Said one of the two men. “Show me!” Dean insisted. As Devan wished, one of the two policemen reached into his pocket and pulled out a piece of paper from inside. But just as he was about to give the paper to Devan, Deandra's sudden rise and that young man's words stopped them. "No need sir. I'm go with you." Of course, the decision that Deandra made unilaterally made Devan even more angry. "Dean! I know you're an idiot but no..." Devan's sentence was cut off, just as Dean suddenly tapped his shoulder and whispered something. "Check your phone." Dean really made sure only Devan could hear him. Less than ten seconds later, Dean was actually led away from
In the middle of this hot day, should he thank the cop who just threw water on him? "Sir... isn't it too much?" "What do you mean too much? This child has been proven guilty. We just need to make him admit it." The middle-aged man with his distended stomach stood up while giving a low look. A cruel grin that should not be visible on the faces of law enforcement officers, was clearly etched on his face. The other men on the man's side couldn't do much other than silently watch. Meanwhile in front of them, a young man in school uniform sat cross-legged on the floor. Water dripped from every wet part of his body. "How long are you going to be quiet? You better be honest now."After saying that, the man – who seemed to be in the highest position in this place, sat down on the available chair. His eyes were loyal to look, right at Deandra who still chose to remain silent. “Haahh… you know the situation don't you? The more stubborn you are, the longer you will be here." Say h
Smoke billowed from the cup of coffee which was sitting on a wooden table. Fills the dimly lit room with its scent, and soothes the heart of a man sitting opposite it. On the side of the cup of coffee, the distinctive sound of a typewriter sounded so beautiful. The man's ten fingers danced while magic slowly created on a white piece of paper. A smile broke out, his mind was muttering everything he wrote there. “Anger filled the young man. There was an inexplicable feeling, combined with the hot turmoil in his heart. He no longer cared even if the actions he took afterwards would be so fatal. Sick! The stocky man was flung backwards. He struggled, whimpering as he wriggled wildly on the dirty floor. Holding his mouth which was bleeding so much, and panicked even more when he saw the teeth scattered on the floor. He knew it was his. "Ah ... then this can be said a nail for a tooth, right?" said the young man. Unaccepted, three of the four men began to attack. It doesn't
The arrival of Ivan and Devan did not necessarily make things better. In fact, it could be said that the situation had worsened from the moment they set foot in this place. "Get out of the way! We can charge you with protecting the suspect!” A loud threatening voice disturbed Deandra's ears. It didn't stop there, several other yells began to force this young man to wake up again. "There is no solid evidence that this child is the culprit. But from what I can see, you guys are a bit too much on interrogation. Doesn't that mean we can also sue you for violence? Especially in minors." "Devan?" Deandra asked in his mind. Trying to recognize the firm voice he just heard. Slowly but surely, consciousness forced Dean's eyes to open. Even with such a dim view he was able to see the silhouettes of two young men standing right in front of him. It didn't tak
Deandra's face, which is always difficult to interpret, is in contrast to the other faces seen in this room. Ivan who looked relieved, Devan who looked disturbed, and of course the most interesting of all was the look on the faces of the five officers after realizing who had just arrived.The attention of the five uniformed men immediately shifted from the teenagers in the corner of the room. On the figure of a man who is still loyal standing with his hands on his hips while showing off his flagship smile.He is Stevan Houston, or more commonly known as Steve. A top class actor who has starred in so many series and feature films.One interesting fact about this forty-year-old man, which no one but him and the people concerned know about is the fact that he is the father of non-identical twins, Ivan Houston and Devan Houston."Papi you’re late!"An exasperated exclamation from one of his sons made Stev
"Deandra Atma Wijaya. You are accused of being the mastermind behind the murder of your own parents. That night on the twelfth of November, you came home from a friend's house. Got into a fight with your parents. You then entered your father's room without permission and took a firearm from the bedroom drawer. Then shoot your mother in the chest three times. Your father tried to stop you by trying to grab the gun, but ended up getting two shots in the head and chest. Then you decide to call the police out of panic and fear. With so much evidence against you, I hereby demand Fifteen Years in prison for murder.”The prosecutor closed the blue folder in his hand. Then rolled his eyes at a young man sitting blankly on the suspect's chair. The heavy voice full of accusations that was loudly heard when the Prosecutor explained all the allegations and accusations against him could be heard clearly.
His life has been ruined, he has no future, no one will accept him. Those are every sentence that always accompanies this man's daily life, since he stepped out from behind the iron cage that had imprisoned him for ten years.No one welcomes the freedom of a bird with a broken wing. Everyone was more interested in talking about the bird's wings, and gossiped that the bird would not be able to fly even if it was out of its nest.Ten years is not a short time. But for this young man it seemed so short. So scary is the world that awaits him out there, he hopes to return to the cage every moment of his life.But the cage also hoped that he would never return. The poor man, the bird with the broken wing, had lost a place to die.He had no choice but to carry a hollow step somewhere far away. Not a place that would accept him, but a place that wouldn't care about his existence. A place where he c
It had been a long time since Dean had felt so tense when he sat across from someone. Even in the past when he was seated with lawyers, before judges and prosecutors, as well as witnesses who did not side with him. Deandra did not feel this much pressure.“You finished the book overnight. So I can guess, you're a little out of work huh?” the chirps of the stranger across the table broke the silence between them.Dean snorted and then smiled. Being between offended and sad because what the man said could not be denied by him.“I work from home. So you could say I really don't have much work to do." Deandra said without removing the smile on his face.The brief conversation that had created between them, seemed to have managed to make Dean a little more relaxed. The way he sit was not as tense as before.“Work from home? What kind of work?&rdqu