The Traces of Destiny
Numan's Residence

A few minutes later in the car, Garin swerved around the corner, almost losing control of the car, but he pressed the accelerator again.

He had pulled Amar out of the cell and up the stairs, taking her quickly through the office without stopping to explain to anyone.

Sutrisno who was in the chair was calling, and seeing Garin pass him, his face pale, it made Sutrisno immediately hang up the phone, but not fast enough to stop Garin from reaching the door with Amar.

They came out at the same time, and when Sutrisno and an attendant reached the sidewalk, Garin and Amar had walked towards the opposite direction.

Sutrisno makes an instant decision to chase Garin, and he calls him to stop. Garin ignored him and entered his car immediately.

Sutrisno increased his pace, reaching Garin's car just as it was moving out. He tried to knock on the window even though the car had been running.

"What the hell is going on?" ask Sutrisno loudly.

Garin brandished his hand to dispel, and Sutrisno froze with a confused and incredulous look.

Regardless of Sutrisno, Garin stepped on the gas, and sped out of the parking lot, his car tyres creaking as he turned onto the road.

A moment later, when Sutrisno made a call to Garin's phone, so that Garin could tell him what had happened, but Garin did not touch his phone to answer.

From the Gajakarta police station, it usually takes less than fifteen minutes to reach the Numan complex. But for Garin that day, it only took less than eight minutes.

On the highway, he drove ninety kilometers per hour, and when he reached the turn towards the house where Alex lived, his adrenaline spurred.

He held the steering wheel strong enough to make some of his hands numb, even though in his state he was unaware of it. Anger surged within him, blocking everything.

At that time the call from Sutrisno came back in and was ignored.

Alex Numan had injured his son with a throw in the window of the house.

Alex Numan killed his wife.

Alex Numan almost escaped.

Turning onto the dirt road, Garin's car skidded from side to side as he accelerated again. The trees he passed by looked blurry, he saw nothing but the road that was right in front of him, and when the road turned right, he turned right, Garin finally took his foot off the gas pedal and began to slow down the car. He's almost there.

For two years, Garin waited for this moment.

For two years, he tortured himself, undergoing failure.

A moment later, Garin stopped his car in the middle of the complex and got out. Standing near the open door of his car, he scanned the surroundings, observed the movements, observed anything.

His jaw clenched as he tried to stay in control.

He started to move to get his gun.

Alex Numan killed his wife.

He'll finish him off this time.

The atmosphere is very quiet. No other sound at all. The trees did not move, the branches were silent. No birds sit on the fence posts.

The only sound Garin could hear was his own voice, the rustling of a gun sliding out of its scabbard, the rhythm of his loud breathing.

It was cold, the air was fresh and looked cloudy, the sky was hanging rain.

Garin's waiting.

A moment later, the gauze door opened, squeaking like a rusty old crate.

"What are you here for?" a voice sounded.

His voice was hoarse, as if marred by years of unfiltered smoking. Aryo Numan's.

Garin lowered himself, using the car door as a shield in case of an attack.

"I'm here to see Alex. Take him out." Garin's orders.

The hand holding the door disappeared and the door slammed shut.

Garin removed the weapon guard and his hand was on the trigger, his heart pounding. After the longest minutes of her life, she saw the door creak open again, pushed by the same unknown hand.

"What do you need?" the voice demanded.

"Take him here, now!"

"For what?"

"I have business with him! Now get him here!" Garin Resolute.

There were four houses, two in front, one at the side and although he did not see anyone inside the other house, he knew there was someone inside. There were also cars that were somehow in number, lined up, among the houses, and inevitably he wondered if the Numans were stalling, closing in on the surroundings to encircle it.

Part of him knew that he was supposed to bring help, he had to ask for help now.

But he didn't do it.

Impossible. Notnot now.

Not long after, the door opened again and Toni Numan, Alex's younger brother, appeared at the door. His hand was by his side, in one hand he was holding a cup of coffee, as if something like this was happening every day.

But when he saw Garin's gun pointed at him, he took a step back.

"What do you want, sir? Alex didn't do anything."

"He has to come out to see me."

"What are you still not saying."

“It's none of your business.”

"Where do you think you are, sir?"

"You have no right to argue with me, get Alex out, now!"

"Someone has a right! You can't barge in here and put a gun on it. I have a right! And if you can't tell me your business, get out of here! We're fed up with you and your accusations, Mr. Camat Garin!"

"I'm not kidding, Toni. Bring Alex here or I'll get all these cops in Gajakarta here in a few minutes and you'll all be arrested for harboring criminals." Threat Garin.

It was just a bluff, but somehow it worked. A moment later, Alex appears from behind the door and nudges his father. Garin shifts his gun, aiming at Alex. Like her father, she did not seem too worried.

"Get aside, Dad," Alex said calmly. The sight of Alex's face made Garin want to pull the trigger. Holding back the choking wave of anger, he got up, pointed his gun at Alex. He started moving around the car, out into the open.

"Get out here! I want you to come down here!" Garin's orders.

Alex moves in front of his father but stays on the porch. He crossed his arms. “What's the charge this time, Mr Camat?”

"You know exactly what the charges are!"

"I don't think I did it."

Despite the possibility of danger, the thought suddenly did not matter to him, Garin continued to approach the house, his weapon still pointing at Alex. His finger was already on the trigger and he could feel it tightening.

Moving. ... Just move. . . .

"Down from the terrace!"

Alex glanced at his father who looked ready to explode, but when he returned to face Garin, he saw an uncontrollable anger in Garin's eyes that made him immediately get off the porch.

"All right, all right-I'll be down."

"Good, shithead."

Back then, several other people had stuck their heads out of their doorways and observed what was going on. Although they are rarely on the right side of the law, none of them consider running for the running to get involved. They also saw Garin's facial features, which clearly showed that he was looking for an excuse to shoot.

"Kneel! Now!"

Alex did as he was told, but Garin did not put his gun down. Instead, he kept his eyes on Alex. He glanced side to side, making sure no one was stopping him from what he was going to do, and closing the distance between them.

Alex killed his wife.

As he approached, the entire world seemed to disappear. Now there are only the two of them.

There's fear and something else-weariness?- in Alex's eyes, but he's quiet.

Garin stopped as they stared at each other, then he started moving slowly around her, backwards.

He put the gun to Alex's head.

Like executioner.

He could feel the trigger under his finger. One pull, one quick pull, and this will be over.

For whatever sake, he wanted to shoot him, he wanted to end this now. He owes Maudy, he owes Raka.

Raka...