100 Days of Loving You

Searching for your tracks

Author POV.

For almost a week, Intan had no news for Troy.

Madam Lola's house is still closed, and the police are still there to keep watch. Troy occasionally comes, to find out the whereabouts of Intan during the closure.

"Crano? You ready?" ask Mba Nora, who also had to lose her job.

"I-i'm her friend. But, when I met, I didn't keep the phone number. Can I ask you?"

"Sorry, Intan's number should not be arbitrary in the spread" replied Mba Nora.

"But, I'm his friend." Troy's sergeant begins to lose his mind.

"I made a promise, sorry" he replied, folding a hand at Troy.

Troy was finally silent, sitting pensively on the edge of the police line. He doesn't know who will find Intan's trail.

"I'm so curious about your situation." he murmured.

In the daydream, the sound of footsteps woke him up. He stared at the sound, and a little boy ran up to him.

"Sister, find Mba Intan?" ask nuam

"Yes, why?"

"Just take this number from Mom. But, Adil doesn't know, active what. I didn't know that."

He ran fast, after successfully giving the number to Troy.

The gloomy and confused face, finally turned back bright and full of hope. Troy immediately took the HP, and contacted Intan from the number he got earlier.

"Huh-hello... Intan! Aish, why her?" grouse Troy.

He tried to check the contact information, and began tracking his whereabouts. But he has not yet found.

" Ha-halo, Intan." called him, after knowing his goal number was whining.

"It's.... It's Troy."

"Troy's? Oh, sorry... The number you are going to is wrong. I'm not the Intan you're looking for." replied Intan, then hung up.

Troy is confused again, he thinks of a way to get Intan to talk to him. But it is difficult, because they seem to be both hiding their identities.

Troy sighed, He moved his motorbike towards the minimarket, where He and Intan often met.

"May you be there. At least, I know if you're okay." he murmured.

Intan Pov.

"Troy's? Where did he get my number? Especially this number?" say anxious.

The Hp number that Troy called, is the usual Hp number in use when there is a Bokingan. And, no one knows that but my closest friend.

"They can't betray me."

I even kept my HP quiet so that no one would call me anymore. Although the truth is, I need customers after being quiet for a few days. The money I got, I used to go back and forth to the police station for yesterday's case. In fact, the case was getting more complicated and almost I was accused of being the suspect.

"Fuck mamang, when I was the first witness, I even wanted to be a suspect. This is the fate of difficult people. Moreover, his family is all hard-hearted." I grumbled.

I ran out, and borrowed Bu Tutik's motorbike to buy food.

"But no gasoline, again because of me."

"If kere it, eat as it is. Search in the kitchen there, eat rice." he reprimanded.

"Males, go find some bread" I replied, then left on the bike.

I didn't even bring a HP, I purposely stayed in my room. I'm lazy with all the distractions.

"Say people, if the windfall isn't going anywhere. Who knows, come home later there will be boks." I hope.