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GREY

Soon, one of the police officers called Nessa and sat her down near Kaivan. He was questioned about the information Anton had brought in.

"Sister Nessa, who did you meet at the Victoria Office?" ask police.

Nessa fell silent and did not dare to answer a word.

"Quick say! Who did you meet there?" timpal Darren firmly.

"I was told by Mr. Kaivan to deliver the goods to Ms. Luna" Nessa replied with her eyes closed. He had already sunk deep into a lie, whether it could save him or not.

"Whatchu mean? I never told you to go see Luna!" snapped Kaivan.

"Please calm down, Mr. Kaivan! At the moment, we are concluding one conjecture" the police said.

"I mean, Sir?"

Before giving an answer, the police stared intensely at Nessa. The young girl instantly turned deathly pale, as if there was no hope of survival.

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In one corner of Bandung City, a woman was sitting on a swing, behind her house. Original curled hair, a little dangling meriap toyed with the wind. However, the owner does not care. He kept holding a pencil and scrawled it on a white sheet. He was doing a hobby that was strongly opposed by his family, namely painting.

"You're sweet" he murmured at the half-finished painting. With an expanding smile, he stared at the picture of the smiling man holding the camera.

"You can only have in imagination. But, thank you, for being present in my life even though it was very short. I'm sorry, I borrowed your character for my series."

The woman put down the pencil and the sheet that had been grasped. Then, reach for the thick book that is light blue. Without fading a smile, he rubbed the cover image and the inscription 'Wings-Wings Broken'.

With teary eyes, the woman observed her novel book. Although happy, but there is sadness lodged in his heart. How not, he could not boast of the resulting masterpiece. Although the novel is now in demand, even a few days ago it was hosted by PH, but no one knows that it is his work.

Slowly, the woman turned her book around and opened the last page, right on Bionarasi. While others proudly included photos, wrote their full names and home towns, they wrote only two sentences, no photos and no personal information.

'GREY, not a writer with a college degree. Don't ask about education, white gray I had to cancel halfway.'

The woman stared incisively at the sentence she had composed some time ago, when her novel was hosted by the publisher. Then, he breathed a rough breath when he remembered his life story, which had to drop out of school and now made himself very sensitive to 'education'. A series of bitter stories are then written in a story, because he has no place to share, other than God. That was why, he did not dare to show his true identity. Broken Wings is a true story.

"Let's not know now that I'm standing behind Grey. What matters is that I keep trying. Hopefully someday I can show my work with a different title and pen name. Broken Wings let it be a novel without a real identity, so the disgrace of the people around will not spread," he said.

Then, his hand again grabbed the sheet of paper and pencil. While finishing his painting, he smiled and showed off his shuffled teeth.

"If it may be selfish, I want to seduce God and hope that He will match us. But ... It seems like it's hard." The woman breathed a long breath. "Oh man who has the sweetest smile, whoever you love, I still admire you in silence" he continued.

Then, for a moment he looked up and looked at the sun that began to lean toward the west. His mind glared far away to the opposite city, imagining a dear man—though never caring was lying weakly in the hospital.

"Waiting the day after tomorrow feels very long," he said slowly.

Then, he lowered his head and went back to observing the painting.

"The world is very narrow" he said.

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