Mengejar Nasi dan Detak Jantung

Chapter One

The body lay in perfect repose on the Victorian fainting couch, looking more like a sleeping beauty than a victim. Detective Sarah Chen had seen enough death in her ten years with the Metropolitan Police's Special Cases Unit to know that natural death never looked this peaceful. Something was very, very wrong.

        'No signs of struggle, no marks on the body, and yet...' She leaned closer, studying the victim's face. Charlotte Mills, aged 28, was found by her roommate this morning, apparently having passed away in her sleep. Her expression was serene, almost blissful, but her eyes - those were what caught Sarah's attention. Behind the closed lids, her eyes were moving rapidly, as if still deep in REM sleep.

        "You see it too, don't you?" The voice came from behind her, rich and cultured with a slight Irish lilt. "She's still dreaming."

        Sarah turned to find a tall man in an impeccably tailored charcoal suit standing in the doorway. He hadn't been there a moment ago, she was certain of it. His dark hair was streaked with silver at the temples, and his eyes were an unusual shade of amber that seemed to shift color in the light.

        "This is a closed crime scene," she said firmly, her hand instinctively moving toward her weapon. "How did you get in here?"

        He smiled, but it didn't reach those strange eyes. "Dr. Marcus Thorne," he said, pulling out a card that somehow both looked official and seemed to shimmer slightly. "I'm a consulting specialist with the Department's new Oneiric Phenomena Division."

        "The what division?" Sarah frowned, taking the card. The moment her fingers touched it, she felt a slight electric tingle, and the letters seemed to rearrange themselves before her eyes.

        "Dreams, Detective Chen. We investigate crimes involving dreams." He moved into the room with fluid grace, his attention fixed on the victim. "And this is the third one this month."

        Sarah's mind raced. There had been two other deaths recently - both young women, both found peacefully dead in their sleep. She'd seen the reports but hadn't made the connection until now. "How do you know about those cases?"

        "Because I've been tracking the killer for quite some time." Thorne knelt beside the body, his eyes now definitely more gold than amber. "He's what we call a Dream Collector - someone who has learned to enter and steal dreams. But this one has developed a taste for more than just dreams. He's taking souls."

        Under normal circumstances, Sarah would have dismissed such talk as nonsense. But there was something about the scene, about the victim's still-moving eyes, about Thorne himself, that made the impossible seem suddenly plausible.

        "If you're tracking him," she said carefully, "why haven't you caught him?"

        Thorne's expression darkened. "Because he only appears in dreams. The physical world is my domain, but his... his is the realm of sleep. To catch him, we need someone who can walk between both worlds." He turned those unsettling eyes on her. "Someone like you."

        "Me?" Sarah almost laughed, but the sound died in her throat as memories she'd long suppressed began to surface. The dreams that felt too real, the nights she'd awakened to find objects moved in her room, the way she sometimes knew things she couldn't possibly know...

        "You've always known you were different, haven't you, Detective?" Thorne's voice was gentle now. "The dreams that come true, the hunches that turn out to be right, the way you can sometimes see how people died just by touching objects they owned..."

        Sarah took an involuntary step back. "How do you know about that?"

        "Because I've been looking for someone like you. A Natural - someone born with the ability to cross the threshold between waking and dreaming." He gestured to the victim. "Charlotte here won't be his last. There will be others, and their souls will remain trapped in an eternal dream unless we stop him."

        Just then, the victim's hand twitched, her fingers moving as if writing something. Sarah moved closer, watching as invisible words were traced in the air. Thorne pulled out what looked like an antique monocle and held it up. Through its lens, golden letters shimmered in the air where Charlotte's fingers moved.

        "Help me," Thorne read aloud. "He's coming for the others."

        Sarah felt a chill run down her spine. She looked at the victim's peaceful face, at those restlessly moving eyes, and made a decision that would change her life forever.

        "Tell me what I need to do."

        Thorne's smile was grim. "First, you need to learn to control your abilities. Then..." he held up the monocle, through which Sarah could now see strange symbols glowing all around the room, "you need to learn to hunt in dreams."

        Outside the Victorian townhouse, storm clouds gathered, and Sarah Chen, homicide detective and newly discovered dream walker, took her first step into a world where nightmares were real, and death was just another kind of sleep.

Chapter Two

The basement of the Natural History Museum was the last place Sarah expected to find the headquarters of a secret dream investigation unit. Yet here she was, following Thorne through a maze of storage rooms filled with artifacts that seemed to pulse with their own inner light.

        "The mundane world only sees what it expects to see," Thorne explained, using an ornate key to unlock a heavy wooden door marked 'Private Collection.' "To them, this is just museum storage. To us, it's the largest collection of dream artifacts in the Western Hemisphere."

        The room beyond defied physics. It stretched impossibly far, filled with glass cases containing everything from ancient masks to modern-looking devices. Floating orbs of soft light illuminated collections of bottled dreams - actual dreams, swirling like liquid mercury behind glass.

        "Your badge, Detective," Thorne held out his hand. Sarah hesitated before handing over her police credentials. He placed it on a strange device that looked like a Victorian music box crossed with a computer. When he returned the badge, it felt different - heavier, somehow more real.

        "Now you'll be able to access both worlds officially," he said. "Look at it again."

        The badge had changed. Alongside her regular police credentials, new text had appeared: 'Special Inspector, Oneiric Investigations Division.' The letters seemed to shift between English and something older, something that made her eyes water if she looked too long.

        "Before we can hunt the Dream Collector, you need to understand what you're dealing with." Thorne led her to a case containing what looked like a normal pillow. "Touch it."

        Sarah reached out hesitantly. The moment her fingers made contact, the world tilted. She was suddenly standing in someone else's dream - a sunny beach, but the sky was green and the sand whispered secrets. She jerked her hand back, gasping.

        "Good," Thorne nodded approvingly. "Most people can't pull back from their first dream artifact. You have natural barriers."

        "What was that?" Sarah's heart was racing.

        "A dream fragment from 1892. A young girl's last dream before the influenza took her." His voice softened. "We preserve them here. Dreams carry memories, emotions, sometimes even pieces of souls."

        "And this Dream Collector... he takes entire souls?" Sarah remembered Charlotte Mills' peaceful face and restless eyes.

        "He traps them in eternal dreams, feeding off their essence." Thorne moved to another case, this one containing what looked like a cracked mirror. "Each victim becomes part of his collection, their souls powering his abilities, letting him dreamwalk without natural talent like yours."

        Suddenly, the cracked mirror began to frost over. In its surface, Sarah saw Charlotte Mills' face, mouth open in a silent scream. Then another face appeared - another victim, she presumed - and another.

        "He's showing off," Thorne growled. "He knows we're investigating."

        The temperature in the room dropped dramatically. Frost patterns spread from the mirror to nearby cases, and Sarah heard what sounded like distant laughter.

        "Well, well," a voice echoed through the room, seemingly coming from everywhere and nowhere. "A new player in the game. And such interesting dreams you have, Detective Chen."

        Sarah felt something brush against her mind, like cold fingers trying to pry open a door. Instinctively, she slammed her mental barriers shut. The presence withdrew, but not before leaving behind an impression of amusement.

        "He's already caught your scent," Thorne said grimly. He pulled out a small velvet bag and removed what looked like a dreamcatcher made of silver wire and black pearls. "Wear this when you sleep. It won't keep him out entirely, but it'll stop him from stealing your dreams while you're still learning to defend yourself."

        As Sarah took the dreamcatcher, her fingers brushed Thorne's, and suddenly she was hit with a flash of his dreams - centuries of memories, battles fought in realms of sleep, and a profound sense of loss that made her gasp.

        Thorne withdrew his hand quickly. "Your abilities are stronger than I thought. We'll need to work on your control."

        "What are you?" Sarah asked directly. "You're not just some government consultant, are you?"

        Before he could answer, an alarm began to sound throughout the facility. One of the dream bottles had turned black, its contents writhing like smoke.

        "He's hunting again," Thorne said, already moving toward the exit. "Someone in the city has just entered their last dream. Are you ready for your first real case, Detective?"

        Sarah touched her new badge, feeling its power hum under her fingers. "Do we have time to save them?"

        "If we're lucky, we might catch him in the act. But remember - in dreams, he's incredibly powerful. One wrong move and you could lose your soul."

        As they rushed from the dream archive, Sarah caught one last glimpse of the cracked mirror. In its surface, she saw her own reflection smile back at her with eyes that weren't quite her own.

        The hunt was about to begin.

Chapter Two

The basement of the Natural History Museum was the last place Sarah expected to find the headquarters of a secret dream investigation unit. Yet here she was, following Thorne through a maze of storage rooms filled with artifacts that seemed to pulse with their own inner light.

        "The mundane world only sees what it expects to see," Thorne explained, using an ornate key to unlock a heavy wooden door marked 'Private Collection.' "To them, this is just museum storage. To us, it's the largest collection of dream artifacts in the Western Hemisphere."

        The room beyond defied physics. It stretched impossibly far, filled with glass cases containing everything from ancient masks to modern-looking devices. Floating orbs of soft light illuminated collections of bottled dreams - actual dreams, swirling like liquid mercury behind glass.

        "Your badge, Detective," Thorne held out his hand. Sarah hesitated before handing over her police credentials. He placed it on a strange device that looked like a Victorian music box crossed with a computer. When he returned the badge, it felt different - heavier, somehow more real.

        "Now you'll be able to access both worlds officially," he said. "Look at it again."

        The badge had changed. Alongside her regular police credentials, new text had appeared: 'Special Inspector, Oneiric Investigations Division.' The letters seemed to shift between English and something older, something that made her eyes water if she looked too long.

        "Before we can hunt the Dream Collector, you need to understand what you're dealing with." Thorne led her to a case containing what looked like a normal pillow. "Touch it."

        Sarah reached out hesitantly. The moment her fingers made contact, the world tilted. She was suddenly standing in someone else's dream - a sunny beach, but the sky was green and the sand whispered secrets. She jerked her hand back, gasping.

        "Good," Thorne nodded approvingly. "Most people can't pull back from their first dream artifact. You have natural barriers."

        "What was that?" Sarah's heart was racing.

        "A dream fragment from 1892. A young girl's last dream before the influenza took her." His voice softened. "We preserve them here. Dreams carry memories, emotions, sometimes even pieces of souls."

        "And this Dream Collector... he takes entire souls?" Sarah remembered Charlotte Mills' peaceful face and restless eyes.

        "He traps them in eternal dreams, feeding off their essence." Thorne moved to another case, this one containing what looked like a cracked mirror. "Each victim becomes part of his collection, their souls powering his abilities, letting him dreamwalk without natural talent like yours."

        Suddenly, the cracked mirror began to frost over. In its surface, Sarah saw Charlotte Mills' face, mouth open in a silent scream. Then another face appeared - another victim, she presumed - and another.

        "He's showing off," Thorne growled. "He knows we're investigating."

        The temperature in the room dropped dramatically. Frost patterns spread from the mirror to nearby cases, and Sarah heard what sounded like distant laughter.

        "Well, well," a voice echoed through the room, seemingly coming from everywhere and nowhere. "A new player in the game. And such interesting dreams you have, Detective Chen."

        Sarah felt something brush against her mind, like cold fingers trying to pry open a door. Instinctively, she slammed her mental barriers shut. The presence withdrew, but not before leaving behind an impression of amusement.

        "He's already caught your scent," Thorne said grimly. He pulled out a small velvet bag and removed what looked like a dreamcatcher made of silver wire and black pearls. "Wear this when you sleep. It won't keep him out entirely, but it'll stop him from stealing your dreams while you're still learning to defend yourself."

        As Sarah took the dreamcatcher, her fingers brushed Thorne's, and suddenly she was hit with a flash of his dreams - centuries of memories, battles fought in realms of sleep, and a profound sense of loss that made her gasp.

        Thorne withdrew his hand quickly. "Your abilities are stronger than I thought. We'll need to work on your control."

        "What are you?" Sarah asked directly. "You're not just some government consultant, are you?"

        Before he could answer, an alarm began to sound throughout the facility. One of the dream bottles had turned black, its contents writhing like smoke.

        "He's hunting again," Thorne said, already moving toward the exit. "Someone in the city has just entered their last dream. Are you ready for your first real case, Detective?"

        Sarah touched her new badge, feeling its power hum under her fingers. "Do we have time to save them?"

        "If we're lucky, we might catch him in the act. But remember - in dreams, he's incredibly powerful. One wrong move and you could lose your soul."

        As they rushed from the dream archive, Sarah caught one last glimpse of the cracked mirror. In its surface, she saw her own reflection smile back at her with eyes that weren't quite her own.

        The hunt was about to begin.

Chapter Three

They arrived at St. Bartholomew's Hospital just as the emergency lights began to flash. Sarah followed Thorne through corridors that seemed to blur at the edges of her vision, her new badge somehow clearing their path without ever being shown.

        "Room 307," Thorne said, his voice tight with urgency. "Young male, admitted for minor surgery, slipped into an unusual coma during recovery."

        The patient, David Parker, age 23, lay perfectly still on his hospital bed, his eyes moving rapidly beneath closed lids. Just like Charlotte Mills. But this time, something was different - the air around him rippled like heat waves over hot asphalt.

        "He's still in the process of taking him," Thorne said, pulling out what looked like an antique pocket watch. "We can follow if we're quick. Are you ready for your first dream dive?"

        Sarah's heart pounded. "What do I need to do?"

        "Take my hand. Focus on the patient. Let your consciousness slip between the moments of reality." Thorne's eyes began to glow that strange amber color. "And whatever you see in there, remember - dream logic is real logic in that world."

        Sarah grasped Thorne's hand and looked at David Parker. The world tilted, twisted, and suddenly...

        They were standing in a hospital corridor that wasn't quite right. The walls breathed slowly, the floor was made of flowing water that somehow supported their weight, and the ceiling was a swirling mass of constellation maps.

        "His dreamscape," Thorne explained, his voice echoing strangely. "Every dreamer creates their own reality. Look."

        Down the impossible corridor, a figure in a doctor's coat was leading David Parker by the hand. But the 'doctor' was wrong - his shadow moved independently, reaching out with grasping tendrils towards other dreams that floated past like soap bubbles.

        "The Dream Collector," Sarah whispered.

        As if hearing his name, the figure turned. Sarah's breath caught. His face was a beautiful mask of shifting features, never settling on one form, but his eyes... his eyes were endless pits of swirling dreams.

        "Ah, the new dreamer," his voice was like silk over broken glass. "And my old friend Marcus. Still trying to police the dream worlds?"

        Thorne stepped forward, and Sarah noticed his appearance had changed in the dream. His suit was now made of living shadows, and wings of dark light stretched from his shoulders. "Let him go, Collector. You've taken enough souls."

        The Collector laughed, the sound causing the hospital walls to crack, leaking golden dream-light. "Taken? Oh, Marcus, you still don't understand. They give themselves to me. Show her, David."

        The young man turned, and Sarah saw his eyes were glassy with bliss. "It's beautiful here," he said dreamily. "All my pain is gone. All my fears. He takes them all away."

        "By taking everything you are," Sarah found herself saying. She took a step forward, instinctively reaching for her police badge. In the dream, it transformed into a shield of pure light. "David, this isn't real healing. It's theft."

        The Collector's face rippled with anger. "You dare interrupt my collection?" The corridor began to twist, reality bending around them. "Let me show you what happens to those who interfere with my work."

        Suddenly, the floor beneath Sarah liquefied completely. She started to sink, but instead of water, she was drowning in dreams - thousands of them, each containing a fragment of someone's stolen soul. She saw Charlotte Mills dancing endlessly in a ballroom of mirrors, saw other victims trapped in perfect moments that had become eternal prisons.

        "Sarah!" Thorne's voice cut through the chaos. "Remember - dream logic! Make your own rules!"

        Dream logic. Sarah closed her eyes, focusing on her years of police work, of protecting people, of solving puzzles. When she opened them, her badge-shield had transformed into a sword of pure thought.

        With a cry, she slashed through the dream-flood. Reality reasserted itself - or at least, this dream's version of reality. She stood on solid ground again, facing the Collector.

        "Impressive," he purred, but she sensed uncertainty in his voice. "You're stronger than the usual dreamers Marcus recruits. Perhaps we could make a deal..."

        "No deals," Sarah said firmly. She could feel her power growing, reshaping the dream around them. "David, look at what he really is. Look with your heart, not your fears."

        For a moment, David's eyes cleared. The Collector's beautiful mask slipped, revealing something ancient and hungry beneath. David screamed, pulling away from the creature's grasp.

        The Collector snarled, his form shifting into something monstrous. "If I can't have him willingly..." Shadows exploded from his body, reaching for David.

        What happened next seemed to unfold in slow motion. Thorne spread his dark wings, shielding David. Sarah's sword of thought became a net of light, trapping some of the shadows. But the Collector himself simply... stepped sideways, vanishing into a door that appeared in the air.

        "Sweet dreams, detectives," his voice lingered behind. "We'll meet again soon. After all, Sarah, your dreams are particularly... appetizing."

        The dreamscape began to dissolve. Sarah felt Thorne grab her arm, pulling her back through layers of reality. Then...

        They were standing in the hospital room again. David Parker was awake, gasping, but alive and whole. A nurse was rushing in, responding to his sudden revival.

        "We saved one," Thorne said quietly. "But he'll be angry now. And he'll come for you."

        Sarah touched her badge, still feeling echoes of its dream-power. "Good," she said grimly. "Because I have some questions for him about Charlotte Mills. And about what you really are, Marcus Thorne."

        Thorne's expression was unreadable. "All in time, Detective. For now, you need to rest. Tomorrow, your real training begins."

        As they left the hospital, Sarah could have sworn she saw her shadow move independently, reaching for dreams that floated just beyond the edge of sight. The world would never look quite the same again.

Chapter Four

Sarah's apartment looked different when she returned that night. The shadows seemed deeper, more alive, and ordinary objects cast reflections that didn't quite match reality. The dreamcatcher Thorne had given her pulsed softly in her pocket, responding to the changed way she now saw the world.

        She was exhausted but afraid to sleep. The Collector's words echoed in her mind: 'Your dreams are particularly appetizing.' Instead, she spread her case files across the coffee table - photographs of Charlotte Mills, the other victims, and now David Parker's medical records.

        A soft chime from her badge interrupted her concentration. The metal had grown warm, and when she touched it, words appeared in that strange shifting script: 'Archive. Now. Emergency.'

        The museum was different at night. Sarah's new badge led her through doors that hadn't existed during her first visit, down stairs that seemed to descend far deeper than the building's foundation should allow. She found Thorne in a circular room she hadn't seen before, surrounded by floating screens of light that showed various dreamscapes.

        "We have a problem," he said without preamble. "The Collector's attack pattern has changed. Look."

        The screens shifted, showing a map of the city overlaid with points of light. "Each light is a dreamer," Thorne explained. "The blue ones are normal dreams. The red..." He gestured, and several dots pulsed an angry crimson. "Those are nightmares being actively shaped by outside forces."

        "He's attacking multiple targets at once?"

        "No." Thorne's expression was grim. "He's leaving traps. Dream-snares. Anyone who falls asleep in these areas risks being pulled into a constructed nightmare. He's trying to overwhelm our ability to respond."

        Sarah studied the pattern of red dots. "They're forming a shape... a symbol?"

        "A summoning circle." A new voice joined them. Sarah turned to see an elderly woman emerging from what appeared to be a door made of starlight. Her eyes were milk-white, but she moved with absolute certainty.

        "Sarah, meet Dr. Eleanor Price, the Archive's keeper," Thorne said. "And yes, she's blind in the waking world, but in dreams..."

        "I see everything," Eleanor finished. Her unseeing eyes fixed on Sarah with uncomfortable accuracy. "Including what our friend the Collector is truly planning. He's not just taking souls anymore. He's building toward something larger."

        She gestured, and the room transformed around them. They were suddenly standing in what looked like a vast library, but the books were made of dreams, their pages flowing like liquid memory.

        "Every dream ever archived is stored here," Eleanor explained. "Including the oldest nightmares of humanity. The Collector isn't just a thief - he's trying to wake something that should stay sleeping. Something we locked away centuries ago."

        She pulled a book from the shelf, and its pages burst open, projecting a scene of ancient horror - a time when the boundary between dreams and reality was thinner, when nightmares could walk in daylight.

        "The Last Nightmare," Thorne said softly. "We thought it was safely contained, but if he completes that summoning circle..."

        A sudden tremor ran through the Archive. One of the red dots on the map had grown larger, pulsing violently.

        "He's starting," Eleanor's voice was urgent. "Sarah, you need to see something before you face this." She pressed her fingers to Sarah's forehead, and suddenly...

        She was in a memory. A younger Thorne stood with a woman who looked remarkably like Sarah herself, facing down a shadow that threatened to devour the world. The woman - another dream detective? - sacrificed herself to help seal away the nightmare.

        "Your mother," Eleanor's voice echoed in her mind. "She was one of us. Her sacrifice helped lock away the Last Nightmare, but the Collector has never stopped trying to free it. And now he's found you - her daughter, with her power."

        The vision ended abruptly as another tremor shook the Archive. More red dots were pulsing on the map.

        "Why didn't you tell me?" Sarah demanded, turning to Thorne.

        "Because I promised her I'd keep you away from this life," he replied, pain evident in his voice. "But now the Collector knows who you are, and we're running out of time."

        "The summoning circle will be complete at the next new moon," Eleanor added. "Three days from now. If the Last Nightmare wakes..."

        "Then we stop him before that happens," Sarah said firmly, though her mind was reeling from the revelations. "How do we break these dream-snares?"

        "It's dangerous," Thorne warned. "Each one is a trap designed specifically for dream walkers. If you're caught..."

        "Then you'll just have to watch my back," Sarah said. She touched her badge, feeling its power respond. "Where do we start?"

        Eleanor smiled, her blind eyes somehow twinkling. "First, you need to understand what you truly inherited from your mother. It's time you learned about the true history of the dream walkers - and why the Collector fears your bloodline above all others."

        As if in response to Eleanor's words, the books around them began to glow, their pages rustling with the weight of secrets about to be revealed. In the map above, the red dots pulsed like a countdown to catastrophe, and Sarah realized she had less than three days to master powers she never knew she had.

        The true game was about to begin.

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"Cinta itu menyerang !!!" Ethan Blackwood sedikit mengerutkan kening melihat ketampanannya.
"A-aku tidak mengatakan ada orang yang jatuh cinta," Amanda Anderson mengangkat dagunya untuk membela diri.
Meskipun ...... dia memang memberikan komentar kecil yang berbunga-bunga.
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Tapi ......
Alis dan matanya selalu terasa sangat akrab ......
Otak super Ethan mulai bekerja, dan tiba-tiba terpikir olehnya, mungkinkah itu dia - Amanda Anderson?
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Amanda menyadari bahwa Ethan sedang menatapnya, dan sedikit kesal, "Hei, lepaskan dia!"
"Lepaskan aku saat orang-orang itu pergi." Ethan menjawab, sambil berpikir dalam hati bahwa jelas Amanda tidak mengenalinya!
Setelah mendengar ini, barulah Amanda menyadari suara langkah kaki dan teriakan yang datang dari jarak yang tidak jauh dari gang. Gang itu sangat sempit dan gelap sehingga tidak ada yang akan menyadari keberadaan mereka.
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Sebelum dia bisa menyelesaikan kalimatnya, dia disumpal.
Aroma ringan dari tubuhnya sangat dekat, dan bulu matanya yang tebal dan panjang terlihat jelas, Amanda marah, dan berjuang keras dengan kakinya!
Ethan tidak bisa menahan rasa sakitnya, dan secara tidak sengaja didorong ke tanah olehnya. Karena kekuatan yang berlebihan, Amanda menekan tubuhnya ......
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"Aku tidak mau bangun." Amanda benar-benar tidak menyerah, dan terus berteriak ke arah luar, "Hei, para gadis, dia ada di sini! Orang yang kita cari ada di sini!"
Begitu kata-kata itu keluar dari mulutnya, Amanda mendengar suara bergelombang yang datang dari luar gang, dan dia mencibir pada Ethan, mencoba membuatnya mencium dirinya sendiri, dan kemudian membuatnya menangis begitu keras sampai dia tidak tahan!
Sekejap kekecewaan melintas di wajah Ethan, dan dia mengertakkan gigi, "Aku mati!"
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"Sial !!!" Ethan tidak bisa diganggu untuk mengejar Amanda lebih jauh lagi, dia berteriak dengan marah, "LEPAS DARI DIA!!!"
"Aku tidak akan bangun!" Amanda menjulurkan lidahnya ke arahnya.
Dia tidak bodoh, mengapa dia membiarkannya pergi?
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"Apa aku yakin?" Ethan menyipitkan matanya sedikit, mata hitamnya semakin dalam. Siapapun yang mengenalnya dengan baik mengerti bahwa ini jelas merupakan pertanda kemarahannya.
Tampaknya, Amanda tidak tahu itu, dan dia menekan tubuhnya dengan lebih penuh kemenangan ke tubuhnya, dan tiba-tiba -
Dia membekapnya lagi ......
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Amanda, yang tadinya berniat untuk tidak bangun, tiba-tiba terpental dan buru-buru menyeka mulutnya!
Seperti yang diduga, dia benar, anak laki-laki tampan bak dewa di depannya ini adalah sampah yang tidak murni!
Melihat reaksi Amanda, Ethan mengerucutkan bibir tipisnya yang indah!
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Bagus sekali! Bagus sekali!
Dia pasti akan menemukannya untuk menyelesaikan dendam lama dan baru satu per satu!
Sekarang bukan waktunya untuk memikirkan hal itu, dia telah berhasil menyingkirkan gadis-gadis di luar, dia tidak ingin diganggu lagi!
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Amanda tidak punya waktu untuk bereaksi, dan mencoba menghentikannya, melihat anak laki-laki yang akan melarikan diri dari gang, samar-samar kecewa di dalam hatinya.
Tiba-tiba, ia menyadari bahwa Ethan telah berhenti di tengah jalan. Karena di depannya, sudah dikelilingi oleh lima atau enam anak perempuan, yang menghalangi jalan keluar gang.
"Kerja bagus!" Amanda bersorak.
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Rupanya, dia mendengarnya bersorak.
Amanda mengangkat alisnya ke arahnya secara provokatif.
Lihatlah kesombongan itu, ya? Ethan terlihat dengan marah membuat gerakan mengusap lehernya, seolah-olah mengatakan, dia sudah mati!
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Amanda berteriak, "Saudari-saudari, ayo ...... hajar dia!"
Sebelum dia selesai berbicara, gadis-gadis di depan Ethan memegang wajah mereka dengan kaki di depan wajah mereka, tampak terpesona, "Wow, dia sangat keren, Ethan, dia sangat keren!!!"
"Apa yang terjadi?" Amanda bergumam, situasi ini tidak seperti yang ia harapkan, bukankah seharusnya ada banyak ketegangan?
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Beberapa gadis dengan foto di tangan mereka dengan penuh semangat berkata, "Ethan, bolehkah saya meminta tanda tangan Anda?"
Lebih banyak lagi anak perempuan dengan kamera di tangan mereka, lampu yang berkedip-kedip, "Ethan, lihat ke sana, lihat ke sana ......."
Pemandangan itu sebanding dengan pertemuan selebriti.
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"Apa maksudmu, memukulinya?" Gadis itu sama bingungnya, "Dia di sini untuk menemui Ethan! Aku juga? Lihatlah pertanyaan yang dia ajukan. Siapa di antara kita yang berdiri di sana yang tidak ingin bertemu Ethan?"

"lol ......" Amanda Anderson tersentak, bisakah dia mengatakan bahwa dia tidak tahu siapa Ethan?
Dia bisa saja mengatakan bahwa dia tidak tahu siapa Ethan, tetapi kata "malam" membuatnya ngeri secara naluriah!
Dia ingat bahwa salah satu orang yang paling dibencinya memiliki kata Night dalam namanya!
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"Ya!" Gadis itu mengangguk dengan benar, dan sepertinya menyadari apa yang ditanyakan Amanda, suaranya meninggi, "Aku tidak percaya kau tidak tahu siapa Ethan!!!"
Melihat raut wajahnya, Amanda tahu bahwa jika dia tidak menjawab dengan benar, dia mungkin akan menjadi target.
Oleh karena itu, ia buru-buru mengubah kata-katanya, "Tentu saja saya tahu siapa Ethan, saya hanya ingin tahu seberapa banyak yang Anda ketahui tentang Ethan!"
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Gadis itu berbicara terus menerus, pada awalnya Amanda sedikit mendengarkan, tapi kemudian, dia semakin frustrasi.
Ternyata ...... dia benar-benar salah paham!
Rupanya, Ethan ini sedang menghindari penggemar.
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Dia sudah melupakan semua tentang nasi yang pecah dan dimanfaatkan, dan yang dia pikirkan hanyalah melarikan diri!
Sebelum para pria itu menyadarinya, Amanda membungkukkan badannya dan diam-diam melarikan diri di antara kerumunan.
Kerumunan itu hampir semuanya perempuan, dan Ethan sangat tinggi, jadi dia secara alami melihat sosok kecil itu, perlahan-lahan menjauh. Dia berteriak, "Amanda!"
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Amanda sudah berlari lebih dari sepuluh meter jauhnya, samar-samar sepertinya mendengar seseorang meneriakkan namanya, dia melihat sekeliling, tidak melihat sosok yang dikenalnya ...... terus berlari!
Fokus untuk melarikan diri, Amanda tidak mendengar, dikelilingi oleh Ethan di samping kelompok gadis-gadis itu telah meledak.
"'Amanda' adalah nama pribadi? Sepertinya itu nama seorang gadis !!!"
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"Ethan, apa yang telah kamu hilangkan? Mari kita bantu kamu menemukannya!!!"
Sekelompok anak perempuan sekali lagi berkumpul di sekeliling Ethan sambil mengobrol.
Saat itu, Amanda sudah lama pergi.
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Nasinya telah diinjak-injak oleh banyak orang, dan tasnya telah hancur berkeping-keping!
Tidak perlu menebak-nebak siapa yang menginjaknya.
Dia berjongkok dan melihat lebih dekat, berasnya telah hancur berkeping-keping oleh sepatu yang tak terhitung jumlahnya, membuatnya sama sekali tidak bisa dimakan.
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Ini bagus, penuh dengan barang-barang yang dibeli di supermarket, tetapi akhirnya pulang dengan tangan kosong.
Dia tidak hanya akan dimarahi, tapi juga tidak punya makanan untuk dimakan.
Maafkan aku!
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Kembali ke rumah.
Amanda Anderson membuka pintu, dan melihat temannya, Brian Blake, yang terlihat mondar-mandir dengan pakaiannya yang bagus.
"Brian, apa kamu mau pergi ke pesta? Lihatlah kamu berpakaian begitu formal!" Amanda bertanya dengan terkejut.
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"Ya! Sangat berkilau!" Mata Amanda berbinar-binar seperti bintang, dan ia buru-buru menepuk-nepuk pantatnya. "Jujur saja, kamu tampak hebat hari ini!"
Dia tahu di dalam hatinya bahwa ini untuk meredakan ketegangan yang disebabkan oleh kurangnya beras.
"Ngomong-ngomong, Amanda, aku memanggilmu kemari untuk bertanya, di mana RICE itu?" Suara Helen Anderson terdengar dari dapur.
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Amanda tertawa dengan canggung sambil melingkarkan kedua tangannya di kakinya. "Aku tidak sengaja menjatuhkan NASI!"
Setelah mengatakan itu, Amanda masih siap untuk terus membela, tapi tidak menyangka Brian tidak ingin membahas masalah ini, dan langsung mengalihkan topik.
"Aigoo, kenapa kau begitu santai?" Amanda terkejut, mungkinkah Brian benar-benar tidak memperhatikan?
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"Brian, apakah dia akan keluar malam ini?" Amanda bertanya dengan bingung.
"Tidak juga, barusan dia menerima telepon dari Nyonya, mengatakan bahwa tuan muda akan pulang besok, dia sudah naik pesawat setengah jam yang lalu, dia akan segera pulang sekarang, mereka harus bersiap-siap untuk menyambutnya!" Brian menjawab dengan wajah bersemangat.
"Tuan muda?" Amanda mengerjap, sejenak ia tidak bisa bereaksi. Sebutan "Tuan Muda" sangat asing baginya, tapi itu membawa kembali kenangan akan Ethan Blackwood dalam benaknya.
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Dalam retrospeksi, selama yang Amanda ingat, keluarga Blackwood telah menjadi raksasa di Negara-R, tinggal di tempat yang sangat mewah. Sepuluh tahun yang lalu, keluarga Blackwood pindah ke M karena perluasan bisnis, dan rumah mewah itu ditangguhkan.
Ayah Amanda, sopir keluarga itu, membawa mereka ke M. Amanda seharusnya ikut dengan mereka, tetapi dia ingin tinggal di sini, jadi dia mengajukan diri untuk tinggal sebagai penjaga, tinggal di rumah kecil bersama Helen.
Sudah hampir sepuluh tahun sejak keluarga Blackwood pindah.
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"...... Oke!" Amanda membungkam mulutnya, berpikir tidak percaya, tapi tetap merespon.
Ketika dia masih kecil, dia diintimidasi oleh Ethan, meskipun dia sering melawan, tapi apa yang bisa mengubahnya?
"Cepat ganti baju!" Brian terus mendesak.
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