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A week went by and I haven't gotten any information. In my opinion, I've done various ways to search for the existence of Saints. Starting with adding my men's personnel who spread throughout Singapore, remained nil. I even put a few people to watch around the hospital for twenty-four hours, especially on the seventh day of the supposed postoperative Sacred eye check-up schedule, but I still don't have any information. In fact, it was only with Billy's alleged possibility that the Saints crossed via sea route, from Singapore to Batam, that I told people to look for information at the port. Result nil. It even occurred to us, maybe Suci made an untold crossing aka smuggling or smuggling passengers by certain individuals, he said, still no results when I told some people to comb all areas of Batam. Likewise in Jakarta, my men monitored the Holy House twenty-four hours without absence, the results were nil.

I'm desperate. Not to mention the possibility told by Billy - it felt slapped me. And what I'm experiencing right now is a stern rebuke of how ruthless I was in smuggling Rhea and Biktor from Bali to Jakarta without anyone's knowledge. This must be the anger that Mama Rhesmi feels, I thought. Her son was lost without a trace, surely like this was sick and in a state of dread. I finally felt what others felt for the cruelty of my actions.

Is this karma? Did you repay me, Lord?

Finally, a week had completely passed. I had to go back to Indonesia, start my search in Jakarta by relying on myself. I don't believe in the performance of my men. I must seek the existence of Saints on my own.

"I'm sorry, honey," I said at last in utter despair. "If you're still here, I'm sorry. I have to go back to Jakarta, I have to find you everywhere. I can't stay in Singapore with empty expectations. If you are already in Indonesia, then my decision to return to my homeland is correct. But if you're still here, sorry...."

With weight, I set foot into the airport. Within minutes, I got on the plane and took off.

Without feeling it, my tears drip by themselves. After the last time I cried myself when I lost Rhea, I now feel the pain of losing my soulmate.

After almost two hours later the plane I was on landed at Soekarno Hatta Airport. I hurried as quickly as possible off the plane and walked to the airport. Upon arrival at the parking lot, I had Billy go straight to the office to take care of all my abandoned work, while I jumped into the car and drove it fast. Not to my house, but to the Holy house. Sori, need kuralat: the home of her adoptive parents.

I looked at the house with a bad feeling. The house looks unkempt. The yard is dirty and overgrown with weeds. The plants that were once neatly preserved are now yellow, dry, craving water. Obviously, the house is empty.

"That means they didn't come back here, or haven't come home yet? But at least, the housekeeper should be at home, right? Unless the house is completely unoccupied. If they had gone back to Jakarta, where would they have stayed?"

I took a deep breath and tried to calm down. I went back to the car, got the paper and the pen. With trembling hands, I wrote a message to Saints and left it at the front door of the Nugraha house. I'm pretty sure he or anyone else will take it. The question is: when?