Melody
Returnees

"April!!!" From inside the house, the middle-aged woman who had now officially become my mother-in-law ran over and directly hugged me tightly.

"Mother misses you!"

"Aril also misses Mother,"

"Yes, let's go in! You must be tired after a long trip from Malang to Bandung."

Erlang and I entered with Mother, our suitcase housekeeper who brought into Erlang's room located on the third floor.

"How was his first night?" Tanya Mommy glanced at me and Erlang in turn.

I breathed a tired breath. Of the many questions, why are people more curious about the first night anyway?

"Surfing,"

"really? When are you going on your honeymoon? I can't wait to have a grandchild,"

I rubbed my neck slowly. A honeymoon? A granddaughter? Just be right! My first night with Erlang even passed like a normal night. No nervousness, fear or anything like that. There are only tired of fighting.

"Later bun, Er still have a lot of work to take care of." The answer.

Sighs disappointed, "yes already. You guys take a break! You must be tired!" I nodded and got up with Er on the elevator that was there towards the third floor.

When I got to the third floor, Erlang and I walked into the room. But, my gaze was fixed on the door opposite Erlang's room. I walked over to that door, tracing every inch of the door with a wooden board bearing someone's name.

"PRICILLA?"

"What are you doing?" I woke up, and looked back. Erlang looked at me coldly.

"Ah. that. I was just wondering about the door to this room. Pricila.. Who is she?" I asked to continue looking at the wooden board with a feeling that was difficult to interpret.

"My sister"

Gets, "sister? Don't you have only one sister? Arkan." My wonder.

"I have two sisters. I don't know where he is now. When he was 9 years old, when Dad died, he was rumored to have disappeared." Clearly there was a deep longing in his eyes. I glanced at the door once more. Why.. ah, that's it!

"Let's go in!"

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The afternoon had changed, I sat on the bed with a laptop resting on my thighs. My fingers nimbly typed something that became my duty now.

"Who?" My mutter squinted at the short round of vidio I copied in the cctv room last time.

"What is who?"

I glanced at Erlang, then quickly closed the nervous laptop screen. "Nothing." Answer cuek.

He shrugged his shoulders, and walked towards the closet to pick up his shirt and put it on there. I'm getting used to him being shameless while changing clothes. No matter whether it is a woman or a man, the muhrim is not muhrim, she keeps her clothes there and right then and there.

"Hey, try the description of 'your woman!" My love has no other choice. In the vidio only shows the chronology of events, and the silhouette of his body shape, there is no face shape that can make me get a little hint of the whereabouts of the woman.

"Depending on you describing it," I replied calmly.

"Well, I'll describe it."

I immediately took the sketchbook I used to draw the face of the perpetrators of the crime while still in High School. Now I'm gonna use it to find a woman anyway.

"He had thick eyebrows, pliable eyelashes, with black and sharp eyeballs. He was wearing a black mask with a black hodie. I did not see it clearly, because at that time he was right under the beam of light, making me only able to see his eyes right in front of me,"

"That's all I can explain."

I stared fixedly at the sketch of the face I made. Why... His face feels familiar? Like the...

"Hows it? Done already?" I glanced at Erlang coldly, then threw the book at him.

"Is it like that?"

"Really! Very similar! Can you find him?" He looked at the sketch full of longing and deep love.

"Depends on the situation and circumstances. But if I find him, you mustn't be sad. It could be that he's married, or has a girlfriend, or a bully, or it could be that." My answer is indifferent.

"It's okay. I just want to meet her and see her face. That's all." His word. Not knowing it was true or just a lie, but seeing the twinkle of sincerity-filled love suddenly made me envious.

If he loved me sincerely, I might think of accepting him slowly. Baby, he just acted as he wanted. Thinks of me as if it's something she can only touch completely.

And because of the High School period that I should have gone through with a sweet love story, it ran aground for inner torture. Forcing me to hate the words of love that she whispered when I was silent in fear.

A piece of story that I can't forget, because until now the shadow continues to haunt me wherever I go. Requiring myself to be indifferent and prefer to leave the crowd.

***

In the darkness, someone stood pensively facing the bright shining star of the night.

Slowly the man took out a photo of a handsome man standing gallantly in front of a large company. The photo was taken with a deep longing.

"*Give way!! Give way!!" Several nurses were seen pushing a hospital gurney quickly. Fresh blood continued to pour from the head and some parts of the body of a man who was struggling to maintain his life.

"Your mother must endure!" Beside her a beautiful woman gave her husband encouragement with her hands that could not be separated tightly grasping the fingers of her husband's fingers*.

The man stared weakly at his wife's face. With all his might he gave to his wife a plasdisk and slipped it into her hand.

"Ke-lak. ja-ga pu-tri ki-ta. di-a da-lam. Kem-bali-kan. Sa-at ti-ba his ma-sa. di-a a-kan kap-kapkan. se-ga-lanya." The man's message faltered.

"*Surely mas!"

"Sorry! You are forbidden to enter, please wait outside!" The woman stared at her husband's loss as he entered the ICU.

The woman grasped the thing her husband gave her. A trust that will guide him later*.

The woman came in and put the picture of her husband on the table. Taking a seat at the table of his greatness, his eyes glared forward with a companion full of deep hatred.

"Wait for the opponent to come closer. After that, we'll start the real war."