The Journalist

Part 29: I Doubt my Destiny

I immediately got up and turned towards So. "Are you really sure it's him?"

"Yes, I even saw it in a fairly close distance. It's just, I chose to come straight here to tell you because all this time I knew you were looking for her."

Yeah, it must be Ameena. Without a second thought, I immediately exited the tent and ran towards the refugee camp. There's nothing I can think of right now other than wanting to see Ameena in person.

The position of our tent on the plateau, made me almost slip a lot of times when down. Plus, it takes hundreds of meters to get there. No matter how far, I have to get there and meet him immediately.

Mina-chan, do you still remember me? Do you still know me? Waitme! Let me meet you. Just once ....

It took about fifteen minutes to make this move to the refugee camp. My eyes immediately shimmered, going around in all directions looking at the morning atmosphere which was quite crowded with refugee activities. Where is Ameena? Why can't my eyes find it?

So it caught up and just arrived. He immediately took me to the place where Ameena was seen before. But there was no one there.

With a face of disbelief, So said, "This place was very crowded. There are even a lot of kids."

"Are you sure you saw him?"

"Sure! I still know his face. I'm not a forgetful!"

"Good So!" I patted her on the shoulder and immediately ran to look for Ameena.

So helped me find Ameena's whereabouts. We split up into camps that almost resembled a district. No problem, I'll scour every inch of land if I can find it.

I haven't found it yet. My feet continued to step, walking into each lane of tents with bodies twisting here and there. There ain't! I tried to observe every female refugee who looked like Ameena. There's none too! Run to the end of this place. There is none too!

I'm still looking. With a head that looks in all directions and eyes that continue to be alert to not want to blink. So and I were met at one point.

"Hows it? Did you find him?" manya curious.

So shakes stiffly.

No surrender, I'm at the guard center. I asked for data on the names of refugees in this place. However, the data they provided were all in Arabic.

"Ayano-san, it seems like she is not a refugee here. Maybe he just came to visit this place. Clearly, his appearance was much different from when we found him. Far from the impression of a refugee. You don't have to worry about her anymore, she looks fine!"

"Is that so? Then why is he in this place?" My eyes were looking far ahead.

"Maybe .. he's looking for his missing family."

So answer is enough to answer my question. Although sorry for not being able to see it directly, but at least I have known the situation. As So said, she was fine and her appearance was far from the start we met. It means he's got a decent life there.

I looked up, looking up at the blue sky as his replacement.

Mina-chan, whether you remember me or not, I want to see you once again. Looking from a distance is no problem. Importantly, I can confirm your situation directly. Even though this is the last.

So and I went back to our camp to write a report from the refugee camp. I opened the phone I hadn't held in all night. There were a lot of incoming messages from Yuna who were worried about me. Naturally, I haven't been preaching it since yesterday afternoon. When I was about to reply to the message, somehow my fingers suddenly stiffened. I also chose to ignore the message.

I opened the incoming email. Some of them are from the media editor where I work and also from Zaheera. God, I almost forgot my purpose here!

There is more to it than just thinking about the fate of my relationship with Yuna or my curiosity for Ameena. Yes, uncover hidden facts that the people out there don't know.

The state of the country is becoming more conducive. It is not impossible that we will be drawn back to Japan. Before that happened, I was determined to release news of the sexual harassment that took place in some refugee camps.

Zaheera sent the data obtained from several refugee camps. We also got the photo evidence last night. However, this is not enough. In conducting investigations, journalists must be critical but must not be quick to convict. Therefore, one piece of evidence is not enough to directly raise the case to the public. We must have skepticism and dissatisfaction so that the facts we want to reveal continue to be explored.

By the way, I just remembered that Zaheera said yesterday that she was going here to distribute basic food aid.

"Thank you Zaheera. Did you go to the Jordanian border refugee camp today?" ask me to reply to an email sent three hours ago.

"Yes. It's a pity that the aid we're delivering is not worth the huge number of refugees. There are still many refugees who have not received it. They are experiencing a food crisis and daily necessities. Some of the girls in the refugee camp, expressed their concerns. They said that maybe their parents would force them to come to the aid agency to pick up groceries for the night. Do you think there's anything we can do to prevent the abuse they're about to face?"

I thought for a moment, then replied. "I think we should let them go there. This will be the right time to take evidence of the depravity of the aid dispatcher" I replied.

I smiled a little. This girl has a high sense of justice.

I then returned the message. "Don't worry! In this world ... there are some things we can prevent."

"But you also have to remember, there is a thing called destiny. No matter how hard we try to avoid, if it is fate it will happen, and vice versa" he wrote again.

Destiny? I am one of those who still doubt the existence of destiny! If that fate exists, will it side with my relationship with Yuna? If fate exists, will I still have a chance to be reunited with Ameena?

He sent me a message again. "If you need clearer evidence, let me look for it."

I smiled at her side. He's tough enough. Unfortunately, I already have my own plans for obtaining more accurate evidence. I chose not to tell him because it's a little silly. However, I also did not forbid him to help me find other evidence.

Two hours after replying with Zaheera, So came with two women's clothes that I asked for.

"Ayano, I got it!"

"Wuah, you're great! Where did you buy these clothes?"

"I didn't buy it!"

My eyes are rounded. "Don't tell me you stole these clothes!"

So shook his head. "Of course not!"

"Then?"

"I .. borrowed this clothing from the residents of the refugee camp."

I'm picking suspiciously. "Borrow or take?"

"Of course borrow!" emphatically.

My head came towards him with a suspicious look. "How do you borrow? I know women who wear clothes like this don't like to interact with men."

So smile wide. "Then from that I borrowed it secretly while they were drying these clothes!"

"Belda! It's the same as taking it without their knowledge! They'll probably accuse you of fetish¹!" my growl.

"If it's not like that where might we get it. Already ... later I return it secretly. Most importantly, the plan for tonight will work out well."

On the second night, So and I went back to the plan. Right now, we're in a line of help-taking. Wearing burkak, we mingled with the girls who were in line. This dress really helps us in disguise. The process of working in the reporting of investigations is similar to detective. Even disguises need to be done in digging up facts.

"Hey, Ayano, is this supposed to work? What if we get caught?" whisik So's. From the tone of his voice, I could feel his anxiety.

"Eitherway! At least if we fail, we still have to save the women who are here. You know what you're gonna do later, right?"

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fetish: A form of deviation when a person is aroused/passionate through an object.

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