DEATH WARRANT
RESTAURANT

Before I was actually played like a doll, one night I got an Email from a famous music company, he asked me to come to Jakarta to fulfill a contract to become a musician under their auspices. That was my dream, a long dream that I had longed for, I really did not expect the words of that figure to be real.

I gladly accepted their call and never considered whether accepting it would be such a misfortune. At that moment all I had in mind was my dream come true.

Based on my knowledge of the entertainment world, there were some conditions that had to be met before, but at that time I felt they really liked me, only, for some reason they didn't need my trace all along in singing, all they needed was personal data. They were completely glued to my voice.

I prepared everything, everything. For the first time in my life, I forgot about Nayla. One week I left and did not give him kaba . I don't know what I'm thinking. On that night I felt confused, I asked the driver to bring me back home at least I had to say goodbye to Nayla but she insisted on refusing.

“We don't have time.” Said.

I live in Jombang about 8 hours from Jakarta, the company requested to arrive at the office at 1 pm, they said they would meet me with a live music producer. Vishnu Azra, Producer that I have known for a long time, a lot of famous musicians under his leadership. It was a miracle I was able to work with him.

Hearing that I also undo the intention to return home, I felt Nayla would accept my reason for leaving him. Naturally, it was because he already knew his brother's dream and purpose of surviving to this day.

For some reason I was able to meet with Mr. Vishnu as well as his personal assistant Aiko, I accidentally met them in the hospital. At that time there was an accident that hit me when on the way to Jakarta, not so important just a small accident. The driver who was driving me hit a woman.

After talking about some procedures of my activities in Jakarta, he asked me to rest, “On the woman, let us take care of her.” Mr. Vishnu said to calm me so panicked.

“Good sir.” I left them there.

When I talk to them, the focus of my life is just singing and singing. A wish becomes real.

People may be surprised to hear my popularity coming all of a sudden. I am not a person, both of my parents are dead. My father died while working in the factory due to an accident while my mother died while giving birth to Nayla. My life since that day has been filled with suffering.

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From the hundreds of pages of hell records that Amelia had, that's all I could write. You must be asking why?

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Friday, the 06th. The sixth day Amelia disappeared.

While resting in a cafe in Bali, I tried to write a hell note belonging to Amelia from beginning to end and then copy it to facilitate the investigation. But my hand stopped immediately after hearing the voice of a woman who was so soft as to poke into the ear.

“I know you don't want to kill the woman sitting in front of you.” Whisper someone from behind me.

“So, focus look ahead! You twist your head a little, the child sitting in front of you will lose his mother. You know what I mean, once you turn your head, you're gonna kill him.” His words made me stop looking.

Three hours ago…

After seeing the last part of Amelia's note, I immediately rushed to leave the hotel. I called Nanda many times to tell her about the disaster, but never picked up.

“I can't go home now, I have to find the courier, must.” I talked to myself by the side of the road.

After walking down the street, I did not find any meaningful clues that led to the courier.

I kept trying to call Nanda, but it didn't pick up. “What did that fool do.” I grumbled like a man out of control.

I walked back down the street, I felt like I had to go somewhere quiet, a place that would calm me down. I passed by Jo's butcher shop and the Temple then found two traditional buildings.

One thought brings to another thought, and recalls a line from Nayla's book. Selfish. I remember it the first time I read it.

“Son, have you heard the story of two wolves?” A grandfather asked his grandson.

The grandson just fell silent listening to the foam from the grandfather.

“Sounds not yet huh? There are two wolves that constantly fight in a person, one is evil, he is hatred, ego, wants to win himself, envy and spite. The other is kindness, it is steadfastness, hope, shared together and empathy. Do you know which wolf won the war?” The grandfather smiled at his confused grandson, and the grandfather closed with a word. “ Wolves you feed.”

I walked slowly and then stopped in front of a cafe. I need a little break. I looked up to read EL-Coffe plastered on the door.

“Halo commander..” I decided to call him.

After remembering the story in Nayla's book, I discarded the trait of always wanting to win by myself. A bad nature that has long been firmly embedded in this self. I feel like the one who should find Amelia is me, not someone else.

“Misya...” replied the commander at the end of the connection. It seems like he is busy, the sound of several people in the room is heard.

“What happened? Where are you? You okay?” He spouted his questions almost nonstop.

“I feel the pain of the commander,” I replied with a breath, my voice weakened. Then after a brief pause, I said. “I think I'm dying commander.. I don't know why..”.

“What really happened? Where are you?’’

“Jombang, Philosopher's Street, commander please turn the road after the red light, you will find a small alley there. It was a path to the countryside that had been long abandoned.” I let out a long sigh for a moment. “There is an old building there. Maybe Hana can find it,”.

“What do you mean? What are you doing there?’’ His voice is a little high.

“Bu-not commander..it is the location of Amelia.”.

“Amelia? Oi, are you okay.”

“I was in Bali attending my brother's reception.Commander, after coming home I will tell you everything, I need a short break. I've already told you where it is, so commander, I'll come straight there after the break.”

“I don't understand what you mean?’’

“Commander..no need to understand it, all the commander has to do is actually go check it there. Only that, after that. without explaining even though the commander will definitely understand it.”.

“Mysya!” His impact.

“Commander! Amelia had her hands cut off. Right and left, da-and. her right leg was accidentally not cut by Jara because the cutting tool was damaged while cutting her head…” I explained in a gasping voice and let out tears. “So commander, you definitely know what has happened, commander, I'm fine, so that's it.” I'm disconnecting the call.