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
If he did die, then at least Dean wanted someone to clearly tell him he was dead. But a few moments passed, since Dean closed his eyes until now he couldn't hear anything other than a gust of wind that continued to gently caress his face."What is this? 'die' is only like this, seriously?" His mind grumbled.Tired of waiting, Deandra ventured to open his eyes. As expected, the dazzling light had disappeared somewhere. But strangely, the light disappeared along with everything that was originally around him.The bookshelves that were originally flanking him disappeared, the tiled floor he had originally stepped on disappeared. Even so the tables, chairs, walls, roof and the man in front of him. All disappeared. All that was left was Deandra, and the book Oasis lying between his legs.“So… Is this heaven, or hell?” Dean asked himself.He glanced
None of this is a joke. Even if it's a joke, then it doesn't feel funny at all. Deandra kept asking in his mind. Who made this terrible game, and why should he be stuck in it?"Ivan?" Dean spoke in a barely audible voice, a surprised look directed straight at the young man standing in front of him."Devan. This one’s Ivan." said the young man objected, then pointing to another young man right beside him."Are you drunk or what? Is it possible to identify one's your own friend wrong?" Ivan pouted as he folded his arms in front of his chest.For a moment, Dean was silent. He continued to stare at the faces of two young men around seventeen years old in front of him.There was no way he would forget them. Even though the past ten years have made it difficult to distinguish the names of the two non-identical twins.Ivan and Devan. Nothing