Second Full

The Way to Return

"Bramantyo died horribly, I always thought, who did it" Herlambang told a colleague in a production house office. Gio Rustandi was so pensive to hear his friend's statement. They were both in that office. The day is deserted.

"Ah, I don't know, we should focus on our direction. Soon we enter pre-production," said Gio seriously. Herlambang is also mangosteen. The line on his face began to loosen.

"Don't waste Bram's sacrifice" said Gio and was responded with a nod by Herlambang.

A quiet office area. The dark began to crawl the tops of the buildings. All the employees have gone home, the lights began to be turned off by the building officers.

Herlambang parted ways with Gio in the parking lot. Gio went home first with his two friends. The parking lot was quiet, then only the roar of the SUV engine driven by Gio was heard away.

After quiet again enveloped, Herlambang entered the sedan and turned it on. But to his surprise, he found a woman suddenly in front of him highlighted by a newly lit sedan lamp. Young women with faces covered in long hair were disheveled and drenched in blood. The woman was stunned like a porcelain statue in a cream color dress that was torn from her arm to her left waist. His head was dented sideways and his shoulders were also crushed and part of his shoulder blade protruded out.

"Geez!" Instantly surprised by Herlambang turn off the ignition and the situation returned to be gloomy. His breath was hunting, shocked to death. His eyes that had just looked towards the ignition back he dared to stare at the figure. But nothing, there was no one around the sedan. He turned the sedan back on. The light shimmered and the figure was no longer visible. He became curious and ventured out of the sedan and stepped forward just to be sure. There was no sign of life other than himself. Horror piqued, he felt someone paying attention. His scarf became a whim. He immediately entered the sedan while entertaining himself, "it was just an illusion. Busyness and overtime work can produce illusions."

Herlambang gas and hope to reach home soon. He was in control, he did not want to die of fear and fall into the abyss.

***

The next day, Gea glided alone with his favorite peach color city car. He breezed himself into Herlambang's office. He felt he needed to do something for Angela. Gea did not feel awkward, because he had and long established cooperation with PH managed by Herlambang and his father Angela.

"For Om," said Gea, as soon as he found Herlambang in one corner of the sofa. Herlambang was alone enjoying a cup of coffee and his subscription morning newspaper.

"Eh, m? Gea yeah??" point Herlambang with a doubtful tone while correcting the position of the reading glasses. His attention was also distracted.

"Yes Om, sorry to interrupt," the friendly Gea then experienced Herlambang politely. Herlambang folded his newspaper.

"Please sit down, tumben nih, what's wrong?" ask Herlambang. Gea sat down and made herself comfortable.

"Gini Om, listen to Om want to make a new movie well, movie big screen is it?" asked Gea enthusiastically.

"Yes, you want to go to the casting? Incidentally, it is still empty, we have just started casting two or three days later" said Herlambang.

"It wasn't me, but Angela Om, pity, she was so moody again" Gea replied. Herlambang understood. For a moment he thought. He knows who Angela is. Angela is the only child of a puppet of her comrades who have now gone home.

"Well, it's good too, but? Does the Angel want to?"

"Well that's it, he seemed to pull away Om, what a pity. Frankly, I want to ask Om for help to persuade him to want to exist again. Moreover, the Om film project is not his father Angela much involved as well right?"

"Yes, yes, I understand," answered Herlambang then thought for a moment and not long after that he seemed to get a belief and said again, "Okay, where is he now?"

"Well, can I drop you off, when?" girang Gea's.

***

In his apartment, in the bathroom, precisely in a bathtub filled with water that reaches over. Angela pensive. He daydreamed, even the open water tap lazy he closed. It is like a vegetable chicken that has been skinned and soaked in preservatives in a quiet corner of the market. Tasteless, his life was so bland and uninspired.

Police have checked the residence. More precisely ruffled. Luckily, the bottle was thrown away and the glass was washed clean. If not, surely it will bear long questions and ruin the day. Angela hates being questioned by the police. But behind that, he thought about who killed his father. The alleged girlfriend or husband of the woman who was also killed with her father was reasonable enough to be a suspect. He also intends to ask the development of the case to Rendi.

The sound of the bell distracts Angela. He also reluctantly cleaned the remaining soap slippery all over his body and rinsed and wore casual clothes. It was noon and he had just taken a shower. Angela is really lazy now.

Outside the door of Angela's apartment, Gea and Herlambang are visited by Rendi.

"This is Om, Angela's bodyguard who I told you about, her name is Rendi" said Gea. Rendi also shook hands with Herlambang.

"Om Her is a friend of the late Mr. Bram." said Gea to Rendi.

"Is the Angel around?" ask Herlambang to Rendi.

"There, there's Om, let me press the bell again well," pinta Rendi politely. After the bell pressed Rendi. Not long after, Angela opened the door. Angela was wearing a white T-shirt and her hair was still wet rolling a towel.

"Eh, Om Her, come on in," said Angela politely as she greeted Herlambang and widened the door.

They went in, Rendi stayed outside.

Rendi seemed to be calling someone.

"Sir, it seems useless that I am here sir," said Rendi.

"Patience, wait a few more days."

"Where Jel, want yah," whined Gea. Angela finally admitted, indeed she needs activities. The saturation almost killed him. The offer or rather the persuasion of Herlambang is tempting. Out there must be many people who want to apply for the prestigious job. But himself, the Producer came alone.

"The casting is when," said Angela in the end. Too proud to refuse that invitation. Gea looked excited too. His persuasion was not in vain.

"Well, that's dong, evidences are the same hater lo, if you can not just dart at the catwalk doang."

"This week, Om will tell you again, your number is still the same, right?"

"Yes Om." replied Angela with a wry smile. There was a glimmer of spirit beginning to rise in his heart.