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Erick walked over to his best friend. His face was very anxious, afraid that something would happen to Adnan until he entered this cell.

“You all right?” tanyakanya.

Adnan nodded, still smiling bitterly.

“Then, why? Why were you put here? You got caught by them too?” flocked hairy youth

that chocolate.

This time Adnan gulped bitterly. He sighed. “To be honest, yes,” answered.

“Syuk—”

“But ...” Not only did Erick finish his speech, Adnan interrupted. “I have a mission this time.”

Erick was a little jolted. “What? What mission?” tanyakanya.

They looked at each other, infiltrating the vacuum in the 5x5 square meter room. The entire wall is colored

white and nothing in it. Just an empty cell. The white color didoktrin can make its inhabitants hallucinate and craze without cause. One of the sacred colors that can kill anyone.

“If I say it, will you admit me as a friend again?”

The question of the black-haired youth made Erick slightly stunned. Many times he guessed, but could not. Adnan's mind was always not easy to guess.

“What do you mean?” ask the young Frederick again.

Adnan was silent for a moment, then let out a long sigh. Again.

“I don't want to sacrifice anyone anymore,” Adnan said later. “You're right, I shouldn't have believed

anyone in this world.”

Erick was back. Grain of sweat dripped from nervous listening to the words of his colleague.

“I'm too naive. You are right,” continued Adnan. “I cannot tell which is right and which is wrong.”

“Adnan—”

“I should have been able to end it from the beginning,” interrupted the young man. His blue eyes flashed mysteriously.

“Adnan, tell me. Tell me what are you thinking?” Erick came forward, grasping both shoulders of the young man. “Who forced you? Who made you like this?”

Adnan knows, there are a lot of things he wants to devote all to Erick— as usual. However, he did not want to sacrifice anyone anymore. Nor does he want to trust anyone. His brain is completely screwed. Seeing how Erick was so worried about him was now very clear. Erick was the only person he could trust this second. But how next? Did after telling her all, Erick survive?

Frederick Hubert even died.

Adara even lost her arm.

“Adnan.” The brunette boy glimmered. “I know.”

He removed his grip from Adnan's shoulder and smiled wryly. Their gazes met again for the second time.

“What do they want?” tanyanya.

Adnan. He lowered his head for a moment, then looked back at Erick with a thousand riots in his mind.

“Do they want the information I brought?” erick asked, making things clear.

Adnan's gaze could not lie. And Erick's been mafhuming it. The young man nodded.

“Dad didn't say anything to me,” he said.

“You already know?”

The brown eyes looked back at Adnan. He nodded slowly, making Adnan bow with hundreds

the monster laughed from inside his head. They partied because they managed to make the owner back in the thick of grief and guilt.

“Again, he is not my real father,” Erick said. “We don't have any ties.”

That look. The gaze that Adnan often gave to Erick. Then now, the young man gave it to Adnan.

“I'm starting to understand why Dad always makes you hurt,” Erick continued. “She just doesn't want you to taste this all.”

Adnan took it seriously. He knew that the object in his ear lobe could receive all the sound waves he was hearing now and that someone was listening carefully from another room.

“Before I went to the field for my last mission, I already knew that Dad planned this all instead of for

an ambition he only has.” Erick looked straight at the fellow standing in front of him.

“But I don't know if it turns out Dad did it alone, since the events of five years ago. No one wants to defend him. Because ... is true, there is no such thing as peace. And I just want to make it all go back to the beginning. There is no war. There is no technology. No slavery.”

Adnan's hands clenched tightly. His chest tightened instantly.

“But all failed.” Erick took a long breath. A thin puff of smoke from the results of his respiration was not even visible in the air. “And we .. will return to be slaves here. Like 4 years ago. You remember?”

Saliva Adnan gulped. Sure oes. Four years ago was the moment where the two met in one division

the same in military education in this place. By Cosmo. The blue-eyed young man nodded.

“Iya. I remember that.”

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