Not last chapter 7

The afternoon I just came to the field as usual I will play with Thaqif. But I saw Thaqif was not there. Maybe today he is a little late.

I waited for a long time.

1 minute

10 minutes

30 minutes

ONE HOUR?

Where did he go? What happen actually ? Do I need to go his house and make sure he doesn't have memory loss to come here like usual.

Okay, just go.

So I decided meet Thaqif at his house. But when I arrived at his house.

Empty.

Nothing left.

Did they move?

Suddenly?

Without saying goodbye?

Wow!

What actually happened? I squeezed my head which had been throbbing since earlier. His dizziness increased.

POUNDS! POUNDS!

Suddenly I hear sound of the car's horn and that made me jump back a little. I turned my face to see who was making the noise here?

And it turns out he is..

Mr. Saiful.

…...

I served a cup of tea to the teacher. The teacher known as Mr. Saiful. A rather stiff situation without any whispering voice.

"Sorry if this is a bit sudden.'' Mr. Saiful started talking.

"It doesn't matter.'' I replied by saying that I was fine with his presence, although I was confused and afraid.

Don't. I have to be positive. Do not think with something negative.

"For what happened yesterday…"

"Does the teacher know something?" Suddenly I cut the teacher's words off. I'm just wondering why no one opened their mouth about what happened yesterday. And this can be a criminal case because this is considered murder.

The teacher just nodded in agreement with my answer.

"What does the teacher know?" My question once again repeated the same question.

"Yesterday….''

PRANKK!

There was a sound of a plate breaking. That sound came from the kitchen. I rushed to see what had happened.

"Brother?"

It's true that the person who just broke the dishes a moment ago was my brother. He collect large pieces of glass put in plastic garbage. His face was suddenly pale. The sweat on his face began to flow profusely. He was surprised by the broken plate but why his face so pale?

I started feeling sorry for him.

"Go into the room and let me take care of it."

He stiffened suddenly. He looked at me to ask a question, not asking it was more of a warning.

"Who is that? I don't like him.''

"He's my teacher."

"What he want?"

"Discuss about something."

"Don't trust him.'' The brother spoke firmly. I'm starting to get nervous with this kind of situation. For now what should I do?

"Who are you talking to?" This time the teacher ask a question that I knew the answer to but what should I respond him.

"Brother."

The teacher looked left and right as if looking for something.

"Nothing."

Huh?

He wants to say I'm crazy to talk with someone?

"I'm talking to my brother.'' I insisted again while pointing to my brother who was by my side. The teacher looked in the direction I pointed.

"Oh yes, I see." He spoke calmly.

~nanannaananannaannnana~

The teacher's phone rang and he quickly picked it up and put the phone to his right ear. Mr. Saiful didn't speak at all, he just listened to what the caller was saying. His face was tense this time. Right after that Mr. Saiful looked at his phone. From the style point of view, it looks like there is an incoming message. And that time also Mr. Saiful closed his eyes. His face was really shocked.

"Why?" I asked to be sure. His shocked expression made me want to know what had happened.

He held both of my shoulders.

A moment.

Why do I feel like déjà vu?

This seems to have happened before.

"Please don't trust anyone, even if he is a close person.'' Encik Saiful looked towards where my brother position now.

Mr. Saiful let go of his tight grip on my shoulder and then he left, leaving me here full of questions.

Actually, is there something I don't know? Why do others seem to understand the current situation. While I was still sitting in the same place just thinking in the same place about all this.

I looked at my brother who was still sitting there motionless.

"Do I have to trust you?"

He did not answer, only his emotionless gaze was on display.

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