DEATH WARRANT
RESPONSES

...Responses...

I was suddenly overwhelmed with anxiety and confusion. The beautiful clock on the door of Nayla's room showed at 19:15, not feeling I had spent five more hours in this orphanage. But there is no information I can take home.

I'd be taken as a freak by the Commander and the team if I only brought this absurd information. For that I have to continue the investigation of this record to the details. Maybe this is just a coincidence.

I went back to see this hell record. Turn around and examine each line. All writing uses ink, I guess this is the handwriting of someone who is diligent in writing and certainly nerd. The writing is neat. There's something red right in the middle of the note sheet.

If my guess is correct, it's blood. I put my nose closer to the smell, but there's nothing to hint. What is the blood on this paper for?

"Huh..." I sighed softly in a soft tone.

Every now and then I glanced at Nayla who was already lying casually on her bed. In my honest heart, I accept that this strange note is indeed real. However, my sane mind still wanted to reject him. My head and my heart are at war, one believes it but one rejects it.

On one hand I am a person who does not believe in Magic, magic and mystical. How can a human have power?

On the other hand, what was written in this hellish record actually happened right in front of my two eyeballs. I shook my head to come to my senses from this strange delusion.

I had to go through it straightforwardly and in detail until it was done first, then return to the office to report everything.

“Do you believe this writing?’’ I asked Nayla.

He just kept silent on his bed not answering.

“Nayla, didn't you hear me? Do you believe it?" Shouted me loudly.

The girl was sitting cross-legged raising her hands near her ear signaling the phone.

“If, from the beginning I've wanted to take you, we discuss this note first, there are some things that make me confused," my voice complained.

Nayla just shook her phone-shaped finger, not heeding my answer. “Isn't that a requirement I submitted to you from the beginning, '' he rebutted and went back to lying down. 

"Then.... Where'd you get this note?" keep me asking.

He just froze on that bed. Not even looking at it one bit.

“Basic stubbornness.’’ I snorted pongah. I must comply with his request first before discussing the full extent of this record.

“Then, clear all your belongings, we will leave, after they allow you.''

The stone-headed girl got up from her bed. Then showed an annoying smile.

Though this afternoon he was just crying, looking down and silent not talking like a sick chicken who was poisoned, but now it was just like a hungry cat who wanted to eat the side dish of his master. Lalai little side dish you lost in his carry.

How quaint....

Her personality changed 180 degrees after hearing Amelia was gone. While waiting for him to prepare, I sat down at his study in the corner of the room. And then pulled out a cell phone to call Amelia's agency. I hope they allow Nayla to stay in Jakarta with me.

As Nayla said, everyone is willing to come with me. Neither the orphanage nor Amelia's agency.

When the time showed almost at half-nine p.m., Nayla had already finished preparing her entire belongings.

“Lain time, how have you called them?’’

“Already, they already let you go.''

“Oh yes, very easy, '' he replied smiling.

“Need I remind you, I brought you not for fun, after this we have to research and verify this record, then look for your brother, I think this case is related.’’

“I know it.” the answer is short.

It turns out that Nayla had also suspected that this hellish record was related to Amelia's disappearance. Very interesting information.

“If there is nothing more you want to bring, we will leave now!” I stepped towards the door.

“Sister Misya, aren't you hungry? Look at that wall clock! Shouldn't we eat well first?’’ said cengengesan.

I looked back at the clock, it's true that it's almost nine now. My stomach was actually rumbling from this afternoon. Before I came here I had not eaten anything, but it was all gone because of the strange events I felt in this parlour since noon. "Yes, we will eat at my favorite place, I replied slowly returning her smile.

We left the room to meet Mr. Yandri the caretaker and ask him for permission.

After Mr. Yandri allowed Nayla to come with me, the man sent a message to be vigilant. It turned out that the gondrong man had also felt something strange in the past few days about the incident last afternoon.

Before leaving I had asked a few things about the record of hell, he had only first heard of it, even at first he refused to believe my story–Hal reasonable. But after I showed her the hell records and told her my purpose of coming to the real orphanage. He finally believed.

Mr. Yandri said, usually if he went to accompany Ms. Kirana shopping at the market, usually he always waited in the parking lot to bring groceries home, but that day, "What date did Pak Yandri last time to the market deliver mother Kirana?’’ I asked Nayla who was getting sleepy next to me.

“Twelve, You better just focus on driving! Later after until recently we discussed everything.’’ Nayla was trying to warn me to focus on driving on this dark, lonely road.

Yes, on March 12, on that day, Mr. Yandri just dropped off, not waiting for Kirana's mom to finish shopping,  because his wife called to go home immediately there was an accident that hit his nephew, namely a car collision.

The car was driven by Mr. Yandri's nephew, while his nephew sat in the seat next to the driver.  The cause is not known, but as it drove along the road, the car hit a tree on the side of the road without having time to brake. 

The car is badly damaged. When they were rushed to the hospital, the situation was very severe.

His nephew is in intensive care and closely monitored. That's when, Pak yandri's wife called. then pak yandri pamit and bu kirana agreed.

His nephew was eventually unhelpful and died the night before. His friend's life was somehow helped.just comatose for a week after the accident. From that day on, the last time he drove the middle-aged woman shopping, Ms. Kirana always wanted to go alone. Mr. yandri doesn't know why. About street magic, he doesn't know about it either.

Meanwhile, Ms. Kirana, who suffered a bad accident on the steps of the home, breathed her last in the ambulance while being transferred to the hospital due to blood loss and shock.

This is what I heard before Mr. Yandri told me to be alert because he also felt something strange from this note.

Good luck on the trip he said before we completely left it.

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