Dhyanda wait

Where are you all?

Dhyanda was still clutched tightly to her knees in the corner of the room, her tears were flowing, unable to be held back. He was terrified, marginalized, feeling like he had no one and it was torturing his mind and soul. He needs Arumi's mother by his side, hugging her and calming her down. But all that was just a dream because in fact Arumi was in his hometown. Dhyanda could not bear to tell him because she did not want to make Ms. Arumi worried and thoughtful.

After making sure that the one who came and knocked on the door of his house gently was the troops from the police, Dhyanda only dared to go down the stairs. Trudged and shunt walking. Both of his legs were hollow as if they were boneless. Fortunately, in the fast response team sent there was a police officer who participated. Dhyanda immediately ran over to him. Crying while hugging.

"There are shoes!" show Briptu Adam pointing at the terrace of the house.

The team from the police followed the direction of Briptu Adam and nodded confirming.

"In the door there is also a forced opening. Sort of gouged, komadan!" Reported Briptu Fahri to his senior, while Iptu Kirey was hugging Dhyanda who looked still in shock.

"Try checking again, me and Mbak Dhyanda to just be calmer!" order Iptu Kirey while packing Dhyanda into the living room.

After Dhyanda calmed down enough Iptu Kirey brought a glass of water to Dhyanda to be more comfortable and not afraid anymore. In Dhyanda's hand there is still his phone, his only hope is still left. Yes, he still hopes Imel or Aldrick will contact him soon.

"Mbak Dhyanda here lives alone?" ask Iptu Kirey softly.

Dhyanda nodded slowly, his gaze blank.

"From the personal data that was reported by Ms. Dhyanda to our officers in the office, Ms. Dhyanda is a first-rate student at the University of Tunasjaya, right?"

Again Dhyanda simply replied with a nod.

"It doesn't seem like it's a prankster. It would be better if Madam Dhyanda temporarily stayed with the closest relatives"

"I have no family in Jakarta, Mom", said Dhyanda.

"Well, maybe a trusted friend?" ask Iptu Kirey again.

Dhyanda did not answer again. Countless times have he checked the screen of his phone, hoping Imel gave a reply. But none of the messages came in, Imel did not respond at all, including Vero, Aldrick's man who he said was ready to help him in a precarious situation though. Whereabouts?

"How's Dhyanda Ma'am, there?" 

"Yes, there's Mom. My best friend's house in the market area of Gledek" replied Dhyanda finally chose the house Imel.

"Thank God, let us take Mbak Dhyanda to his friend's house"

Dhyanda just nodded slowly.

"Why doesn't Dhyanda stay in the dorm? setau I Tunasjaya University provides dormitories for its students" said Iptu Kirey.

Two hours later, after the response team quickly completed the TKP, they paid off. Dhyanda has no choice but to join the police car, they will kindly drive Dhyanda to Imel's house.

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"Front turn right!" said Dhyanda, directing the way to the house of Imel. "I'm going down here, Mom!" pinta Dhyanda when the police car arrived at a village near the market Gledek.

"Where's the house?" asked Iptu Kirey while circulating his eyes.

"That, that yellow paint!!" point Dhyanda towards the yellow painted house that is clearly visible across the road.

The police car that drove Dhyanda stopped, the girl immediately came out after taking a break and thanked Iptu Kirey and the 2 police officers inside.

Dhyanda immediately approached Imel's house, then without hesitation knocked on the door slowly. Three beats no response.

The girl was forced to knock him many times while calling the name Imel. But not even responded. Dhyanda rubbed his face riled up, he looked back, the surroundings looked very quiet. The police car that drove him was gone.

"Are Imel, her mother and sister asleep?" the murmur becomes unpleasant if you continue to bang on the door of the house. "Stupid you, Dhy! why didn't you ask to take her to Ayu's house? There are so many people I know!" rutuk Dhyanda regretted herself. But free distance from here to the old house area is quite far. Especially now that Dhyanda only carries a cellphone and clothes that are now attached to his body. He forgot all the stuff including the bag with his wallet in the house so panicked and nervous.

Dhyanda again contacted Imel, but the tone of the phone this time was not connected. The phone is inactive. Is Imel and his family not home?

Long enough Dhyanda stood in the room of Imel's house. The cold of the night began to pierce his bones despite his long-sleeved clothes. Finally he decided to leave there.

Dhynda did not realize he had walked far away from Imel's house. He also does not realize now he is in what environment and how dangerous it is. All he thought about now was where he should go in the middle of the night like this. His heart is sad, Imel still can not be contacted, the message never get a reply. Her tears were dripping, feeling really a stick of kara.

"Sir Al," sighs Dhyanda occasionally observing the screen of his phone. He ventured to contact her. In London it was late afternoon, certainly Aldrick was not sleeping.

Went on, but not immediately picked up. Once again Dhyanda tried pressing the green icon on his phone screen. 

"What are you, brother, why not lift up? Busy, huh?" He finally gave up and continued his footsteps. Dhyanda is unaware that two strangers are following her.

'There really is nothing to rely on', inner Dhyanda resignedly.

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