Am I Different?
That guy

They alternately stared at me sharply, shaking their heads.

"Why?" manya curious.

"It's none of our business, it's too dangerous" Dad said.

"The problem is the same people who are mentally different, son," said Mother.

"They kill no matter what someone's background," Dad said.

But somehow my curiosity just got worse. That afternoon, I went back to work. I was with my mother in this room.

Before he left, he sent us a message.

"Remember, if later even if you are here still be careful," said Dad warned.

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DAD POV.

After taking my son and wife away from the hotel, I returned to work that afternoon. I walked to the office where I worked.

After arriving at the office, I resumed work until afternoon it was time to go home. Work hours were over, I arranged my things to go home soon.

Trings...

The voice of the incoming message on my phone.

I picked up the phone that I had put in my bag. I stared at the phone screen, there was a message from the name of Hendra my office friend.

It just so happened that Hendra from a few days ago, my office friends said there was no news. Maybe there's another rush or something I don't understand either.

I read the message.

"Dimas, have you been to work yet?" ask Hendra in his short message.

"Already, Hen. What's wrong?" I returned the message.

"May I ask for help?" smith again.

"If I can, God help me" I replied.

After seeing the message from him, I stared at my office friend who was arranging his things as well.

"Deni!" I called my friend.

Deni turned towards me and said, "Yes, what's wrong?"

"Here, I got a short message from Hendra," I said, giving my phone to Deni.

Si Deni also read a short message from Hendra.

"What if I just call?" deni.

"Yes, just call" I replied.

Deni immediately contacted Hendra using my phone.

Tuuuut-tuuu!!

Deni tried to contact, but the first call was not picked up by Hendra.

"Not appointed," said Deni.

"Try calling again. If you still can't, yes, I have" I said.

Tuuuu!!

"Hello," there was a voice over there.

But Hendra's voice sounded different than usual. I'm trying to think positively, maybe he's sick again.

"Where have you been, how have you never been to work?" deni.

"For there are urgent interests" he replied.

"It's Deni. What's up, anyway? Why is your voice so different?" ask Deni, who turns out he has the same thoughts as me.

"I'm not feeling well anymore. Can you guys help me?" said Hendra stammered.

We still heard Hendra's words from across the phone. Hendra said he wanted to ask us for help, but he couldn't talk on the phone. So tonight, he wants to take me and Deni to meet.

He invited us to meet at the park, which was right next to the five-star hotel my family had once lived in.

We tried to negotiate to meet somewhere else. Because there we think the place is less effective, because of rumors at the hotel that some days.

"How, Dim?" ask Deni.

"Well how else? He seemed to be pressing again so he could not explain it directly" I said

But it turned out Hendra could only meet there, and we agreed to his request. We agreed to meet at seven o'clock, Deni and I agreed that before we went to the park, we would meet at this office again.

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I also went back to the hotel.

Tok tok....

"Mom, this is Dad" I said.

It did not take long the door began to open, it looks like my favorite child opened it.

"Dad," he said as he shook my hand.

I immediately brought him in. After being inside, I talked about Hendra earlier. This time I got a protest from my son and wife.

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POV Keyla's.

Dad came home from work immediately told me about his coworker named Hendra, he long did not go to work. His friend's father said he asked for help, but what made it strange was that he couldn't explain why on the phone.

His father and friend Deni will meet Om Hendra near the hotel. But somehow a feeling of anxiety enveloped my heart.

It turned out that my mother felt what I felt, she was also worried. We both tried to block my father's intention to leave.

"Yes, he should be able to explain his reasoning on the phone. Why should we meet? Especially in this area already famous rumors about the hotel," said Mother.

"Me and Deni don't know either, Mom. Maybe there's a reason he can't give that excuse" he said.

Mom and I couldn't do anything about it, when Dad said his friend Hendra was a pretty good guy. All this time he always helped his friend when the trouble.

Indeed Om Hendra, Father and Om Deni are good friends. And the three of them also have quite important positions in the company. So my mom and I realized that Dad and Om Deni couldn't resist when one of his friends asked for help at this time.

The clock is turning so fast for me, it's now seven o'clock at night. Dad is getting ready to go to the office, besides that you also have to wait for the arrival of Om Deni.

Dad said goodbye to us, but somehow it felt like I wanted to prevent him from leaving. I think something's wrong with all this.

"Dad left first, yeah. You have to be careful" Dad said before leaving.

"But Yeah. Something's wrong with this" I said.

"Father's Prayers are always in the protection of the Almighty, yes," said Father as he stroked my head.

After that, my mother and I kissed my hands in turn. Then my father left us in the room.

"Mom, I think something's wrong. Can't people around here not know that rumor? Even everyone tried to stay away from the surrounding places of the hotel," I said.

"Yes, Dek. Let's pack up, we'll get all the stuff, and then we'll go and follow Dad, '" Mom told me.

"But why bring all the stuff?" my many.

"That's it, I can't explain right now. Quickly pack," said Mother while arranging our luggage.

I booked a taxi online from my dad when he first drove us to the hotel. I followed behind my mother to check out of this hotel.

No need to wait long, the car came. He also swiftly got out of the car, helping to put our luggage into the trunk of the car.

We went in first, then followed by the father.

"Where are you going, Mom?" ask the driver.

"To the park next to the hotel when you first drove us," said Mother.

"Sir, there's a cloth to cover the vehicle number, right?" my many.

"Why, Deck?" ask the driver.

"To be on guard, sir," I said as I got out of the car.

I took one of my shirts, accidentally torn to cover the car number of this father. After that, we headed to the park next to the horrible hotel.

"Sir, the parking will be a bit far away, yes" said Mother.

"Yes, ma'am" replied the driver.

After approaching the park, I told the driver's father to park in a place that is usually for taxi drivers online.

From inside the car, I saw a car parked in front of the park, Maybe it was Om Deni's car. Not long after we came, I saw someone wearing a black hoodie and wearing a mask approaching the car. We were hiding in the car.

"Mom, that man" I said.

The guy looks to be pulling the tires off the car. Not one, but two cars on the right. After that, he went into the garden.

From where this car is parked, it looks like father and Om Deni are sitting on a park chair.

"Mom, the man was seen approaching the Father and his friend" said the driver as he pointed at them.

I saw the man pull out a sharp weapon from inside the hoodie he was wearing. Quickly, the sharp weapon was used to injure Om Deni's hand.

Blood was seen pouring from the sharp weapons. They both ran towards the car parked in front of us. I saw him feeling agitated, afraid that the man would hurt my father too.

"Mom, Dad," I said in a panic.

The driver spontaneously got out of the car, he shouted at me to get into this car.

"Mr, come here" said the driver, waving his hand.

They both keep chasing that guy. That person while continuously brandishing his sharp weapon at them. We all panicked about the situation.

Om Deni and Dad quickly got into the car before the man managed to catch him. The door was closed, when the man tried to read out to the father, so that the sharp weapon was hit by the car glass.

The driver quickly drove his car.

"Alhamdulillah, O Allah," said Mother.

I saw blood flowing from Om Deni's wound, though he tried to cover it with his hand. I saw Om Deni's face endure the pain.

Dad took off the clothes he was wearing, then he managed to tear. Later, the t-shirt rips were used to cover Om Deni's wounds.

"Where are we going? It seems that the person was deliberately planning all this" said Om Deni.

"Looks, yeah. You see, he had managed to deflate the car parked in front of this car," said Mother.

"That's your car, Den. From that person's posture, it doesn't seem to be Hendra" said Father.

"For the safety of all of you, just go to my house" said the driver.

We only accept the goodwill of the driver. He took us to a house, then parked the car in front of a house that I thought was a little small.

"Please Sir, Ma'am. This is my rented house, but sorry if small," said the driver.

"Thank you, sir," said Mother.

"Come, come in" take the driver.

We all followed behind the driver.

Tok tok....

"Assalamualaikum" said the driver while knocking on the door.

"Yes, for a moment" a voice came from inside the house.

We can only wait for this door to be opened, indeed occasionally we also turn to look at the current situation.

Seriate....