I Can Hear Your Heart

4. Forestlands

It rained pretty hard today and I hate that cop. Why would he even have to tell me to come to Rosta's house, that perverted rich man to confront the data. What data? I have no data other than knowing that Sarina died pregnant and my suspicions about her relationship. He's supposed to be a cop doing a search for evidence, data or whatever his name is.

I know that scratching doesn't solve problems, but I can't stop my irritation. And I got even more upset at myself for being able to be intimidated by that creature with his profession. I drove my car to Jakarta.

I will mourn two months for our love that has lived seven years and you betrayed. That's all I can do to show the same lo-I appreciate this love. After that, you will see I will have a guy who is more everything than you.

We will soon be at Grandpa's house. But all won't be the same grandpa's gone.

Why go to the village? Also in Jakarta.

Did I just hear a challenge? His hands were circled to Reina's hips, then used a bit of energy to get their legs stuck together. My new mission is.. Jao kissed Reina's cheek, made you, then proceeded to a small kiss on the corner of the lips, changing his mind about me.

I don't think I can afford this wedding anymore.

Children need more money in the new school year. Lani's tuition, book money, uniform money, Idon tuition. Yes, Gusti Allah may not rain continuously and the harvest this season is good.

Finally the holidays are coming! New ambience. Who knows in Bandung meet coker... But do I have a guy? Cheating dong? I just need backup. The courtship does not need loyalty totality, later if the break ends kayak next to tuh...His work is tough not just all day. My life is too precious for a guy nangisin even though it's Alondra-boy dream girls one schoolgirl.

As usual, the voices were all around me. There is an expression of feeling or just reading a novel in the heart. There are happy emotions. There's sadness. Disturbing is very disturbing my driving concentration especially now I also drive in emotions that are again upset.

The winding mountain route in the heavy rain made me have to go even more carefully. But it only reached the Clpamingkis Curug or Pine forest when my car tried to grab my car. My car slid down among the big pine trees then moments later it completely stopped.

It's still raining. I tried to restart the car engine. Sia-usa. I switched on my phone, trying to call the towing service even though I knew they were coming after the rain had subsided. But knowing someone was coming to make sure my safety would calm my heart. But I can't contact anyone. Turus on my phone for pay phone or internetan is gone, completely gone. The towering pine trees seemed to cover everything below like a blanket, but this blanket did not leave a warm impression but cold even colder because it spread the smell of loneliness gripping.

The rain is still falling, this time the drizzle has replaced the heavy rain for two hours. I was still in the car half an hour after the rain turned into a drizzle while trying to find the signal, the network or whatever it's called on my cell phone that can connect me to this creature outside the pine forest. Yet failed.

Forcing myself, I stepped on a drizzle of rain that was just not about to stop. It's getting late and I don't want to spend the night in the woods. I locked the car, put the key in my bag with an expensive cell phone that turned out to be no help at all when I needed help and crossed the bag strap around my neck before walking through the forest.

Drops of rainwater on tree branches soaked the hotel uniform I was wearing. Yeah, I didn't even intend to waste time changing into a more comfortable outfit when IPTU Candra called me - a t-shirt with a sweater and jeans definitely gave me more warmth right now. Regretting would be useless, just adding weight to my steps. So I stopped feeling sorry.

I walked through the woods for how long. Silent.

The only sound I heard was the sound of a sparrow at dusk. There is only silence and peace. No sound came into me. It should be fun. My mind is my own. I don't know why it all feels weird in my mind. I followed the sparrows. After a long walk, I found a small house.

Who would have thought there was a house in the depths of a forest like this? I stopped at one of the pine trees. Peering at that tiny, slightly messy wooden house. Thinking maybe from inside the house will come out a bunch of bad guys who will soon catch me when they find out where I am here.

I waited long enough in this gripping silence to find the courage within me and step into that house. I pushed that door. Locked up. That means the house belongs to someone, right?

Move to the back of the house. I found another door that when I pushed open immediately, it seemed like the back door of the house was broken and the homeowner had not had time to replace it. The house is dark. I used a flashlight on my phone to give you a little light inside this house.

The house is dirty, dirty and unkempt. The spiders make their nests. Thick dust covered almost every worn and old piece of furniture made of clay. Entering it makes my hair bristle and stand. There was nothing of value there, not even drinking water. A bottle of aqua glass or whatever to relieve the thirst in my throat, which in fact if there was maybe a thousand times consideration for me to drink it because I saw the dirty contents in this house.

Then my gaze was directed at the row of bottles on top of the closet. The best furniture in this place. The glass bottles were neatly lined up there. The contents are not clearly visible because the glass surface is dull due to dust, I stared fixedly at the glass bottles trying to check the contents. Like a practicum in medical school. My hand grabbed one of the bottles, dusted the glass wall and watched. Baby fetus.

With trembling hands I tried to put the bottle back in the closet, but I dropped it instead. The baby's foetus is now lying on the ground floor of the house, floundering like a helpless baby. Shocked to make me jump further and hit the wooden wall of the house, then something else fell from the sky of the house.

A bottle tied to a rope knot on top of a house bridge whose strings were connected and tied to the side of a wooden wall slid down. It is likely that I nudged the rope and made it slip from its attachment to the nail on the wooden wall. The flakes almost hit me. I didn't get to see what else was in that bottle. I chose to run away. This time I really ran out of that strange house.

In Hansel and Gretel's fairy tale, Hansel and Gretel, who were dumped by their father and stepmother in the woods, finally meet a witch. Is that a witch's house? And I have entered the house of a witch? Destroying stuff. Then fled. What if he suddenly came and found the state of his house like that and chased after me?

Gretel stuffed the witch into the oven as she was about to bake her brother Hansel. But in that house there's not even a toaster, so I won't be able to use Gretel's tricks.

I ran faster and faster without caring about anything. I don't intend to stop for anything anymore. The forest is not always a safe place for me.

***

I ran for almost an hour until my legs felt like they were coming off. But I can't stop. The long sirens of police cars led me to that place. A crowd of people combing through the pine forest to look for me.

I survived. One of the drivers saw my car fall into a waterfall and called the police and the tow truck. Whoever that guy is I thank him. No need to ask twice, I rushed into the police car. Sitting in the car seat looking at the pine forest and hoping the police will take me out of the forest. Fifteen minutes later the police car started moving out of the forest.