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Mr. Bagas headed straight for Summer's house after returning from the office. Tapa has been telling Summer siuman since noon, but until dark Summer has not returned the message or picked up the phone.

"In the room?" Ask Mr. Bagas to Tapa who sits on the living room sofa.

"Yes." Yeah."

Bagas walked into Summer's room. The girl looked silently contemplating lying staring at the ceiling.

"Chairman." His broom gave way to daydreams.

Summer got up to sit down while sighing heavily.

"How are you feeling?"

Summer only replied silently and with a tired face.

"In the Company very chaotic. Many of them asked for your whereabouts for fear of being dragged along with Praman."

"Pak Bagas's. Find a diving teacher for me."

For now it is more important than the company.

"Why suddenly diving, Chief?"

Summer didn't say.

"But where was Mara taken?"

"I don't know." Lirih Summer, her empty face slowly changed.

"Chairman." Mr. Bagas realized what he was asking was the thing that shook this girl the most.

"Pak Bagas's. I was always the reason people around me got hurt. Papa and Mama, Mara even Bagas himself. If I didn't exist, maybe you'd be happier..."

"… How is this Mr Bagas??" Summer covered her face further down.

"… I can't see Mara. I don't know if he can survive or not. Just imagine I was scared. How should I Mr Bagas?? My world is broken. Everything feels empty and scary. I. I miss him a lot..." Summer's tears were squeezing tears.

"… I miss him so much." Kesah Summer's. Many times he said those words, like a spell that slashed the pain of a wound every time it was spoken.

"I'll look for him, Chief. Wherever he is, as long as I'm in this world I'll find him." Said Mr. Bagas bitterly calming the girl who drowned her face soaked the blanket.

It won't be that easy. Until kinipun Bagas did not know the existence of Rita Wicaksono, which strangely Summer never knew again, as already sincere.

Mr. Bagad did not dare to discuss, who knows this girl was deliberately sincere.

Under these circumstances Summer would not need to be cheered on by anything, there would be nothing to make her happy. The word happy is too far, what about the word calm? Sure didn't.

He would open his cell phone gallery, looking at photos with those who were not much.

In her hand was another Mara's cell phone she found in the car this afternoon.

The photo gallery also contains not many photos together, but contains thousands of Summer photos. The pictures cut back Summer's heart. Staring at his smiling picture was cheerful, and many were unknowingly photographed by his beloved paparazzi.

There are no pictures of Mara alone. Or Summer never took a photo of Mara. Summer can feel how deeply Mara feels to her while sliding a photo of her face on Mara's cell phone. It was as if Mara's life was dedicated to her.

"Bas stupid."

*****

Nindi, with her decision to help Summer, has been standing straight in front of the house that used to be her home. The mansion that might currently contain only Clara inside.

Opening the door of the house with a passcode that hopefully has not been replaced. It felt very foreign when stepping in, the air that spread in his body reminded how he used to live in a house with two parents who were not harmonious.

Looks like Clara's asleep, it's a safe time to settle down.

"Nindi?"

The sound was tugging, in the middle of his hand pulling the drawer. Nindi raised her head to look at the woman standing at the door with a face implying, 'what are you doing?'

"Ma."

"You didn't say you were coming. Mama guess who."

Nindi straightened her body, swiped her hand against her thigh and then put it behind her.

"Search what?"

"Huh?"

"What are you looking for straight into Papa's room? It's impossible to make money, right?"

"Ah.. i.. it's umm." His words became alibi following what his mother said, because there was nothing he could think of at this moment as the right reason.

"Bahhh. Nindi you can ask Mama then. You've never received the money Mama gave you. It's because you're prestigious. But what's better than stealing?"

Nindi heaved a sigh of relief, it seemed like the alibi was proceeding smoothly. It's a strange reason, but yes.

"Nindi. Looks like we're gonna have to move abroad. It's good you came, Mama wanted to call you."

"Non-neighborhood? Why?"

"You can see we're not doing well."

"Then do you want to run abroad?"

"Mom's not sure if your father can come or not. We must go and prepare."

"No way!" Nindi firmly refused.

"Nindi. You know this is how mom saved you."

"Saved me?"

"No need to go back to your boarding house. Just pack your stuff here. Is there anything important in your room? Tomorrow mama can use freight forwarding services to take your goods in kosan."

Clara walked over to invite Nindi to get ready.

"Ma. I said I didn't want to!"

"Nindy! Can you please just massage?"

"Mama know? This isn't to save me. But saved you. You want to run away and not be responsible. If you want to go, go alone. I don't want to leave Richard alone anyway." Nindi furious. Walking up to her feet quickly left Clara trying to hold her back.

"At least I want to take you!!" Shouted Clara desperately, from her sight, Nindi looked clueless.

Nindi continued her steps, getting out of the house by slamming the door.

In the taxi Nindi reached into the back pocket of her jeans covered in a long jacket. Praman's old cell phone he found earlier. Whether it was useful or not, but Clara had ruined her plan.

"Suck!"

The driver stares back into the rear view, startled to wonder if he made a mistake. But the passenger was busy staring at the phone.

Nindi was not afraid to curse her Papa in the heart after seeing all the text messages on the phone.

"We're going to the Police Station." His orders were with the taxi driver.

Seriate…