Reckless.

A dream seems to lead me to a story that looks really real.  The dream was extinguished by my mother in the blink of a word.  I really remember my mother's words at that time.  Today, I woke up and was startled from a long night's sleep.  I'm really going to be a reporter as well as a fake detective with one goal in mind, which is to find out what I want to know and explore life's endless dead ends.

 Old stories will repeat themselves with old recordings that evoke memories.  The two names are the beginning of the meeting, tomorrow will be the characters who will unravel the mysteries of the past screen.

 I walked while embracing intent deeply.  There are no more jobs now, but broadcasting and broadcasting.  However, I'll have more time to track down every person I'm related to.

 "I will look for you, sister Mona Sandiara!"  I mumbled as I made my way to the office.

 Today my comrades will take care of my special room.  And I'm like a special woman this time.  Someone approached me to decorate for a moment.  "Emira Sister, come here! I'll give you some makeup on your face."

 I stopped suddenly, then approached the tiny woman.

 "Sit down, sis!"

 I noticed her cute hand movements, this girl is still younger than me, but her hands are already good at doing my makeup.

 "Hemm, I think that's enough! What do you want to do with your sister's face is very suitable," he praised.

 "Thank you," I said quietly.

 "Emira, morning headlines, come on!"  call a superior man over to me.

 I also took my seat on the morning news screen without hesitation.  This time, my appearance was a bit different from usual.  I listened to some of the latest news that will be delivered by me.  My eyes started to focus on the surveillance camera.  My wavy hair already looks neat on camera, especially since the young girl did minimalistic makeup for me.  So, very sensual with an appearance that is not too menor and old.  This corresponds to my twenty-five years of age.

 At seven in the morning, I had to be ready to appear in front of the small screen.  This changing event will go on and on and on.

 "Good morning, we have the latest news for you."

 "From the market atmosphere at four in the morning, there was a robbery that resulted in serious injuries to a woman who owned a shop. Some of the property was captured by the robbers in a short time."

 "Luckily the shop owner was rescued from the incident."

 "A number of sharp objects such as a red-handled knife and bloodstains were found in the corner of the shop."

 "In the end, it became one of the evidences that the perpetrators of the robbery were about three adult men."

 "We turn to the morning news, I am Emira from TNC Jakarta reporting."

 The camera was closed to me, my breath that I had been holding back, now I finally released it with relief.

 "This is further news, Sis. You may rest," said one of my co-workers.

 Thirty minutes have passed, I feel relieved while breathing fresh air outside this office.  The television station was my mother, but gradually I fell in love with it and enjoyed this more challenging job.

 I started looking for a photo of Mona Sandiara—Dilan's older sister.  I immediately met a colleague of mine who worked in the resident identity department.  In front of his desk, I began to ask the man, "can you find the name of a Mona Sandiara?"

 "Mona Sandiara, wait a minute! I'll find it for you," he said.

 The man fiddled with his fingers on the keyboard.  With his glasses still attached and amazed.  "There's no such thing as Mona Sandiara, it looks like it didn't exist ten years ago."

 "Do you have the picture?"  I asked curiously.

 "Just a moment," he said.

 "Yes, but why has the data disappeared ten years ago?"  The man's astonishment with bewilderment.

 "Has he moved abroad or is he dead?"

 I froze when I heard his answer, "can you print the photo for me?"

 "Oh, I'll send it to you," said the man.

 I was waiting for a photo to be sent to my phone's memory, and it wasn't long before I finally saw his face clearly.

 "Already there. Thank you, Sis Danu," I said bowing slightly.

 "Well, you're welcome, Mira," he said.

 I continued to walk out of the resident's data collection building while watching the look on his face.  But, what I'm confused about is the figure that disappeared for ten years along with the population data.  Only, the man found his old ID card.

 "Where is he going?"  I glanced at all the people passing by me.  I circled around him, and I looked and looked up at the sky.  What answer is this?

 "Target two," I said.

 "Father's colleague is in prison," I decided.

 I haven't mentioned a name yet, but I'm already thinking of the next target to explore one by one.  Besides, I have to write down each of those related people from these two characters that I'm curious about.

 My story starts from there, from a father who lives as an obscene and brutal mafia.  Terrible figure ever.

 This time, each name I will deduce that has a relationship and a target path.

 I stepped into the very mysterious figure.

 ***

       Dilan sat pensively while watching a gun in front of his car.  Sometimes the gaze seemed to culminate brutal emotions.  This strong young man might have had bad luck if he wasn't careful against Mehmed.

 Still staring at the gun, then he put it in his jacket pocket.  He started the car engine and was ready to control the steering wheel to go.  There is no doubt, the sun will be leaning more towards the western horizon.

 There is no longer tolerance for helping a weak and helpless soul.  The wheels of the car drove at full speed on the road.

 Meanwhile, on the other hand, a man without showing his face was getting ready to wear his jet black and tight clothes.  On each side of the trouser pocket, a firearm is placed along with a medium-sized sharp weapon to the largest.

 The man was stout, tall and seemed to cover his face with a dark black mask.  The mysterious man got out of a car garage and drove off the field.

 On the way, he took off a black mask to call someone.  It looked like Jebran was wearing that very strange outfit.

 Tuuutt....

 Tuuutt....

 "Hello," said Jebran.

 "Yeah," someone said over the phone.

 "Are you ready there?"  asked Jebran.

 "Left side code, password 'Young'."

 "Hmm," he said simply.

 "Okay, let's get started!"  Jebran ended the call and put the cell phone in his driver's seat pocket.

 "Come on, let's act! My hands have been itching for a long time," said Jebran while pressing the gas pedal.

 This handsome and honorable man also shows his true self.  Really curious about the appearance of the man in the phone.  Jebran stopped his car at the edge of a quiet street, away from the crowd.

 He also sneaked out so as not to be caught by someone who knew him.  He hides behind the walls of the house.  Dilan was seen walking alone through the alleyway to the building, which was Mehmed's temporary hideout.

 Dilan stopped in front of the gate and banged loudly.

 Dur!!  Dur!  Dur!

 Someone opened the gate halfway, a male figure was seen then said, "with whom?"

 "Alone," said Dilan.

 "Hey, come on in!"  said the man.

 Dilan with a wry and sour expression entered the dangerous area alone.

 "Young!"  said Jebran to the left.

 The footsteps of several men were seen, Jebran stood up straight and nodded slowly.

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