The Cuek is Normal

Awal

Problems will always exist as long as humans are still breathing. Life has to go on no matter what happens. No matter what you think, what you want, what people think and what you think, time will eat up every episode of your age. There is no end to the world, except death.

I'm Zahira gunawan, 26 years old. An orphan looking for who dumped me. The mother of the parlour just said that she found me on the bridge. With a batik cloth and a letter from the person who dumped me. The housewife said she might be my parents, but for the time being I'm going to call her the one who dumped me. My journey to find them is still a long way off, even though I've spent over 10 years.

" Za .. time for lunch. You don't eat?" I looked at my coworker, her name was Rara, she was just a co-worker, I wasn't close enough to her. Scroll the clock in my hand, at 12:30. It's lunch time.

"Go first, I'll take care of the cashier."

My friend smiled warmly and patted my arm slowly.

"What are you thinking? I wasn't here yet you weren't aware? go let me take care of you."

Rara pushed me on my back to leave. I chuckled and immediately stepped into the cafeteria next to this boutique. The aunt of the canteen owner has a menu that I like, chicken rice with the characteristics of his famous chili is delicious.

Usually I bring lunch to frugality, just a little late waking up because I finished my novels. In addition to working in a boutique, I also work side by side as a writer. Still a beginner, the novel I published was only one and the sales were pretty decent.

Today is quite tiring, many customers who come to the boutique mother Karin, my boss one is indeed famous. In addition to fashion designers he is also a famous youtuber. Although he was already the head of four and had a wealthy husband a successful businessman. Sometimes I'm very impressed with him who still works hard.

Someone was following me, these few days I realized it. That person, whether a man or a woman, when I go and go home, he will start watching me. To this day, I pretend not to realize it. Just waiting for the right time.

I turn towards the office where my hired detective works. The office isn't big enough, but it's comfortable enough for me. I hired them a year ago, when I was almost desperate.

" What's so interesting down the road, miss?"

I turned around and sighed softly before stepping onto the long sofa in the corner of the room. Total chuckles with a Wewen greeting that I know will follow me. I know he's clucking not like his questions that don't get an answer.

"What new information?" my many.

He clearly glanced at me fiercely, as if not agreeing with my indifference. Too bad I don't care.

He walked his work shirt, took a map of him on the table and gave it to me.

"What's this?"

"Someone sent it through a package to me, name and name. How strange. "

I opened it, a picture of a baby. Also a photo of the bridge I know very well. There's a picture of a simple house, but I don't know whose house it is.

"I think the baby was you, because you said you were found on that bridge. It's not the same as this old photo. But that house, I'm still investigating. I'm not sure but I'm guessing it might be your parents' house or your old home.I heard the parlour went through a few repairs."

" I remember since I was ten years old the parlour had been renovated twice. But ... Who sent this? Whatdoes thatmean? Why don't you just meet me and play a puzzle?"