NOT PERPETRATORS
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The day started to darken and I still stand to see this tragedy. Fania was taken away by the police. And some medics were lifting Reza's body, putting her in an ambulance.

"He's alive!"

The voice of a medical man surprised me. Reza is alive? I wiped my wet face. I immediately approached the ambulance that contained Reza. I saw a doctor examining the pulse on Reza's wrist and neck.

"True, he's alive!" the doctor said sure.

My heart is back to rumbling. What ... does that mean ... does that mean Fania can be commuted to her sentence? I don't know about the law. However, there is a little relief to hear Reza is still alive. Doesn't that mean ... Fania didn't kill people?

All police cars and ambulances left the scene immediately. The sound of sirens coloring the day that began to darken. While in the TKP, there are still people who gather and talk about the incident.

"Imania, let's go home!" take Ve's secretary who led me into his car.

In a raging mind, I got home escorted by Ve's secretary. Secretary Ve was also silent to find this incident. He seemed to be in shock at what he saw.

Arriving at my house, I went down and offered Ve's secretary to enter.

"You rest. Tomorrow morning I'll pick you up" said secretary Ve.

I just nodded. And Ve's secretary car left my yard.

***

At night, I lay alone in bed. Mother said, Arka was invited by Bastian mas to stay with him. So when I got home, I didn't see Arka here.

I took my phone and called a number. Connected.

"Hello." The voice of Bastian.

"Mas, is Arka going to stay at your house?"

"He'll stay with me."

Suddenly I was worried. Doesn't Bella not like Arka being in her house?

"Mas, can you take Arka home?"

"Why? He's playing with his grandparents."

"Arka at mom's house?"

"Yes. We'll stay here last night."

What does 'we' mean'? Didn't Bastian go home?

"Mas, aren't you going home?"

Mas Bastian was silent for a moment, then said, "I ... Bella ... Bella happened to be staying at her mother's house."

I think I heard the lies from Bastian. "Mas, Bella is pregnant. You must understand it often."

Am I impressed to interfere? I shouldn't have talked about their relationship.

"Thank you for your advice" said Bastian.

"Yes, already. I hung up on him, huh? Good night ...."

"Good night ...."

I end the call, and I put the phone on the nightstand.

Today, my mind is completely fucked. First, I argued with Mr. Wibowo. Second, Fania is in a legal case. Both of these problems swirled in my brain. However, I was more focused on Fania. What is he doing now?

Did the police treat him well? Was Fania not beaten up during the interrogation? Has Fania eaten yet? Can he sleep in the iron bars? Yes, Lord .. although I was disappointed in him, but I was always worried about him.

Oh, my head hurts. I don't know if I can sleep tonight.

My phone's ringing. I got up and grabbed the phone from the nightstand. I looked at the phone screen, Dimas called me.

"Hello."

"Nia, are you okay?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Your voice sounds weak. Do I need to go to your house?" Dimas' voice sounded panicked.

"No need. I'm going to sleep."

"Nia, I've heard everything from the Ve secretary. I'm so sorry about what happened to Fania."

"Yes." Yeah."

"I'm so tired. I'm going to sleep."

"Oh, okay. I'm so worried about you, Nia. You must be very dizzy thinking about today's events. I don't want you to get sick."

I didn't answer his words. I was busy withholding the clear hairs that filled my eyes again. And I can't help it. The scrolls were dripping irregularly.

"Nia, are you crying?"

I didn't answer.

"Nia .. I understand your feelings. I was also surprised by this incident. Reza ... Reza's been dealt with. He had surgery on his stomach. He is still critical. But at least Reza is still alive. This will lighten up Fania's case."

I don't respond to it anymore.

"Nia, I'll take care of Fania's case. You just calm down. I'll finish it soon!"

"Thank you ...."

"Rest! I love you ...."

"I am too."

"I love you ...."

"I am too."

"I want to kiss you ...."

"I—" I stopped the words that almost came out of my mouth.

"Why stop. Just tell me, that you want to."

I smiled as I rubbed my wet face.

"Well, so. You should keep smiling. Keep facing problems with a smile. There's me who's always ready to be your back."

"Thank you ...."

"Sleep, just imagine I'm right next to you right now."

"Yes." Yeah."

"Imagine I'm hugging you right now."

"Yes." Yeah."

"Imagine I was ...."

"Dimas, don't think weird!"

She laughed when she heard me upset. "Think what? I don't think negatively. You must have mistaken. Or maybe .. You already want it, huh? Come ngaku!"

"Gee! Apaan, anyway! I'm going to sleep!" pissed me.

"Darling, I'd better see you upset like this. Than to see you cry."

"Can you see me now?"

"I can see you anytime, anywhere, even when we're not together. That's because .. I have my own CCTV in your heart. Never mess with another man. You must have been caught!"

"Enough base. I'm going to sleep" I said. Without realizing it, my emotions were stable. It's all thanks to Dimas.

"Sleep .. sweet dreams, sweetie ...."

"Thank you ...."

The phone ends with a kiss from across the phone. And I avenge it.

Shortly before I decided to go to sleep. Suddenly my eyes caught a bag on the table. It was Fania's bag. It occurred to me to open Fania's bag. Is that polite?

I also grabbed the bag. Fania, you never said anything about yourself. Let me know something about you, just a little bit. I opened the bag, I found a ID. There is an address, the birthplace of Fania.

I went back to looking for something that might explain the origins of Fania. But there is no. There's only make up equipment, and .. and .. a book.

I opened the book. Not yet had time to read it, my eyes immediately interested to find something in the book. Tucked a photo there. This ... this .. This is a photo of Fania's toddlerhood. Photo size 2R. Yes, this is a photo of Fania being carried by a woman. Is she his mother? Or aunt?

Fania said there was one 3x4 cm photo, which she thought was her mother. But where is it? Is the photo in the closet?

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