Fake Status
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Along with Nimas who left, suddenly his phone vibrated with a notification sound on the table.
That's email notification!
He was surprised when he saw it. It had been three months ago since he had sent the novel script to a top publisher. Today has finally arrived!
Hopefully, the results will no longer disappoint him.
His finger trembled as he began to open, his eyes scanning closely so that he could make sure not a single word was left behind.
In the end, his eyes were only fixed on the two large words printed in bold.
[SCRIPTS REJECTED]
...
Rara could feel her soul pulling her from her body as she managed not to throw her phone on the floor.
What else is there to do?
This is the 37th time the manuscript has been rejected!
With various stories, various genres, various ideas ...
Should he just give up? But if he gave up, what about his future?
His head started to go crazy and he felt his blood could be affected by hypertension.
In an instant, he felt increasingly lazy and chose to go into the room. Immerse himself in the pillow and start crying.
He cried not because of the rejection but rather to .. what to do after this!
Outside, the sky grew darker and the golden sunset was slowly dissipated by the darkness of the night.
As promised, Nimas came home early. Exactly at 10.
She thinks that Rara is in her room because she is nowhere to be seen. So he tried to enter without knocking on the door and found Rara staring at the night sky through her window.
“Let's go now before late night!” he said without knowing what had happened.
“I don't want.” Rara answered with almost no interest.
Nimas surprised, “Eh? Why suddenly? What's up?” he couldn't help but be curious.
“Nothing. I just don't want.” Rara switched the topic and said, “You've eaten? I'll go buy satay, what do you want to eat?”
Right now, Rara had already moved from her position, picked up the wallet and went straight away like a gust of wind. Before he managed to disappear, Nimas shouted, “Sate! I also want to eat satay!”
The door is closed but Rara will not expect that soon she will be a witness of a major accident.
At 10pm less, Rara, whose stomach was rumbling from hunger, had left her home to go for dinner.
The shop he was heading to was on the main street and it was hundreds of meters away from his apartment complex.
If it wasn't for the hunger, he wouldn't have gone out just for the sake of food. Actually, he could have cooked some food but .. come on! When you are in a bad mood, will you have the energy to do something?
All because of that email!
Right now, the dark sky seemed calm and the shadows under the street lights swayed lightly. No other pedestrians and no other cars passed.
Rara suddenly stopped stepping at the intersection. He could not believe that he had just witnessed a major accident.
The black sedan was lying on the side of the road. The broken glass splattered on the paved road, half the body of the car being damaged by the violent impact. It is uncertain whether the passengers survived. Just a few meters away, there was a truck that was also speeding out of the road towards the trees, with the front of the truck being smashed and almost flattened by the violent impact.
As Rara tried to realize what had happened, the big truck started to leave and started to drift away. Rara instantly yells: “Wait!” but the truck kept going.
Rara pulled her phone out of her pocket and took some photos.
The truck went even further.
Although nervous, his first instinct was to call an ambulance, then call the police. “Halo, police sir? On the road Melati right at the intersection there was a major accident ... no person or vehicle passing .. yes ... good!”
After calling, he ran to the black sedan and stopped nearby. No one is sitting in the back. However, in the driver's seat was a young man. There was a lot of blood on his face, but his eyes were open watching him.
His skin was quite bright, his eyes were very calm as if like a calm and deep pond, watching him attentively.
Rara lightly asked, “Can you move? Do you want me to help you out?"
His behavior was too calm, far from the pressure of someone who had just had an accident. Rara could not help but look at him again.
It seemed that the man did not want to answer her so, Rara directly opened the door and she offered him a hand. He grabbed her and carefully helped her out of the car.
Rara helped him lie on the side of the road. Slightly panting, he also sat down. Although the man looked thin, he was very tall with his large body. The man's weight was leaning on him for a while, it was very heavy.
After they sat quietly for a few seconds, he said, "Call an ambulance."
Rara replied, "It's been a call."
He spoke again. "Do you ... remember the license plate?" his tone is a little difficult.
Rara looked at him. His hair and coat were covered in blood. His suit looked well made and he wore an Alexandre Christie watch on his wrist. Light shone on his face revealing his good looks, but his skin was pale. Clearly, this was someone who was used to being arrogant, until now, the man had yet to say thank you.
