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
Dean took a deep breath of the water that was pouring out of one of his nose. Every now and then he would sob, while feeding vegetables into his own mouth.The sight had been seen since they occupied this dining table, and it was still an interesting spectacle even a few minutes later. Ivan is the one who enjoyed the most."Can people cry while eating?" Ivan whispered to his twin brother."Yes, that's the proof." Devan answered in a loud voice that made Ivan awkward.Deandra knew very well that he was being talked about. The confused looks of his parents across the table were evident, but he didn't care.It's a sweet dream that somehow goes on longer than usual. That was what Dean believed at least for now. He too had decided to enjoy it while it lasted."Where did you guys meet Dean?" Dad asked, moving the fried fish in the middle of the table onto his own plate.<
It's not wrong to be complacent. It had been ten years since Dean had last lunch together. The smell of sweat from the high school uniform, indeed mixed with the canteen mother's fried noodles, which was only topped with chicory.But that can't make anyone lose their appetite. Everyone likes to jostle just to buy unsatisfying food for one to five thousand rupiah."Dean want some meatballs? Here are the meatballs!”Dean raised an eyebrow because it was Ivan who suddenly put a meatball into his bowl, without even listening to his response first."Van, eat. If you give it all to Dean, when will you be full." Devan across the table squinted sharply.Responding to his brother's attitude, Ivan put on a sullen face. While Dean just chuckled, laughing at his two friends who didn't change.From the beginning, it was very difficult for Ivan to have lunch with them. On
Footsteps echoed as he passed through a long hallway. Sometimes, the handcuffs on his hands would make a faint clanking sound when they accidentally bumped into each other. A pair of iron shackles, is the price to be paid when he is given the opportunity to get out from behind bars. It didn't matter, because only an hour later he would come back in. The young man walked calmly with a guard who led faithfully. Soon he entered a room containing a table and two chairs, one of which was occupied by another young man. “You only have an hour to talk. Make the most of it, and remember that we are always watching over you.” After leaving a message, the warden left and locked the door from outside. It was true he was watching from behind the glass wall. His gaze was fixed on the two young men in the room. "It's been five years, you haven't changed, Devan." Unexpectedly, the inmat
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
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
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
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
“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
"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
Jazz music played, filling the room with a calm atmosphere. A young man in school uniform sat on one of the chairs. While a man sat across the table.The sound of the music, blended with the paper touching each other as the man turned the newspaper in his hand. For a moment it was the only sound that filled the space between them, and it had been about fifteen minutes.“If there's something you want to say, just say it. What's the point of looking at me like that?"Once again such a polite sentence. It was as if they were playing a role in a black and white documentary set in the eighties."Don't mind me, I'm just trying to find out what kind of man you are." Deandra waved a hand to confirm his words.A second later, the man across the table folded the sheet of newspaper that had originally covered half of his face. Then looked through the lenses of round glasses right at
"I am pregnant."“Buffftt!!!”Vanilla latte gushed smoothly from Deandra's mouth. Along with that, several astonished gazes immediately fell upon the table of the two of them.“Cough Cough! Huh… what do you mean?!” Dean coughed between his questions.Meanwhile a girl across the table just stared lazily at Dean's reaction. It even seemed as if she didn't care about the fact that her words had caught people's attention."It’s been three weeks late." Her said again.This time, Deandra was flabbergasted with his mouth half-open. Meanwhile his ears began to catch the whispers coming from the table occupants around them."Psst.. what's with that young couple?""She said she was pregnant.""That's high school Nusa's uniform, right?""Oh right! How terrible."Deandra held his fo
Something look different today. It was unusual for Deandra to see his two friends in silence each other during the third lesson. It was only natural that Dean had noticed. Because the distance between his desk and Ivan-Devan's table is only one table adrift. Moreover, the two of them sat in the same row in front of him. "Did they fight? how unusual." His mind wondered. The third lesson is physics. Mr.Ibnu who is explaining in front of the class is one of the many fierce teachers at this school. It was thanks to his existence that Dean couldn't ask what was wrong with his two friends until class ended. Time elapsed. Dean – who had not been in school for more than ten years, clearly had greater learning difficulties than most of the children at this school. But Deandra is lucky because his mature age allows him to think more calmly. Which meant that Dean wouldn'