DEATH WARRANT
COUNTING DOWN FROM 10

Friday, the 06th. The sixth day Amelia disappeared.

I woke up early, five o'clock less. The sound of the alarm I had set was so distracting.

I've been trying to sleep for at least half an hour, but my head thinks I should go. The next two minutes, I gave up, then got up, cleaned up the room then walked to the bathroom and prepared all the necessary equipment in Bali. Then go to the kitchen to make coffee.

When I walked into the living room to offer Nayla a cup of coffee, she was finishing her reading. Morning blind reading, what a maniac girl reading.

“Wah, Nayla, wake up directly reading.” I walked closer to him.

He looked serious, he tore up the paper then took down some parts with a pen, then said. “What time does sister leave today?’’

“I'll be leaving in a moment,” I pointed to the clock located on the table where he read. “Jam 08.30 WIB. About two hours. Maybe I came home a little late, so take care of the house. Don't let just anyone come here.”

He's nodding. “Then good-bye. Titip greetings to those demons.” Said laughing.

After we had a cup of coffee with the breakfast I just ordered. I rushed to pick up the things I needed while in Bali, before a while I booked a taxi and went to the airport.

Yesterday I booked a ticket with Nanda after seeing her friend. We didn't have time to talk at length about the hellish record to him because Andre-Astrolog, it had to go to Jombang to meet his client, the man looked very busy, he asked us to meet him there to discuss the note, seen from the look on his face while reading the hellish record so ambitious as to be involved in breaking it. But today I have to attend my stepbrother's wedding reception in Bali.

I called Nanda to tell her I was leaving this morning, and she let him. He asked me to meet him at the office he had prepared after coming home.

He told me at least it should be back in Jakarta by 3 p.m. The distance between Jakarta and Bali using the plane only took 1 hour more, he had calculated everything, only one was forgotten, I was a human who also needed time to rest.

When I got to Bali, I could see in the distance the vast ocean and beautiful, the water was amazingly clear, I walked to the address given to me, he said, they asked me to come to the Prince Hotel where the event will be held. I chose to walk around enjoying the smiles of people passing by reflected by the morning sun. I obviously can't find this kind of one in Jakarta.

This island is the most famous in Indonesia. It is an awesome place that holds a spectacular combination of natural beauty and cultural scenery. Its beauty blends with harmony with warm and friendly people. Here the culture continues to be passed down from generation to generation. It is only natural that people come in droves from a number of countries to enjoy this amazing work of God.

After enjoying the view of the vast rice fields that provide a sense of peace and tranquility; as well as the grains of sand beaches in Bali and the beauty of the sea is very tempting. This paradise island also has dramatic dances, diverse traditional ceremonies, and beautiful and fine arts and crafts. What a place everyone wants. Along the way I just smiled looking at the spiritual and traditional culinary life they were proud of.

At 13.30 WIB, after taking a picture together, my father and I had time together to chat before he was busy chatting with the guests present.

Although there were many things I wanted to tell her, when I was in this situation, I became nervous to apologize for never telling her. After a while we made vague pleasantries, contrary to my true desire, I finally made up my mind to leave.

He told me to stay at home for a few days, but I turned him down because I was running an investigation, he looked a little disappointed to hear that.

Anyway I have to go home to complete the investigation in a short time. I told him a little bit of the case I was running, he was so surprised to hear the timeframe Mr. Bisco gave. This old man resignedly let me go back to Jakarta to leave him.

After saying goodbye, I went back to the hotel room to rest before returning to Jakarta, the hotel receptionist suddenly called me, “Mbak, is room 21A right?” He asked with a faint smile from the corridor door.

“Ya, what is it?’’ I replied while returning her smile. I walked up to him.

A girl in a black uniform. The skirt looks up to the knee.

“This is a shipment,” He handed me some kind of book.

While I was confused to check the item he gave me, he brought my face closer to me. “Book? From whom ya?’’ I asked him a little bit away to keep my distance.

“Courier just came here, he said this from your old friend.”

“Old friend? Did he mention the name of the sender?’’

“No, he just said ‘Please give this to my friend in room 21A’ When I ask from whom? He says ‘Tell me from an old friend’ is just that.” Answer this girl flat.

“Can I know your name?’’

“Tasya...” His answer pointed to the signboard that was clearly plastered on his chest.

The girl just smiled at my stupidity.

“Thanks mbak.’’ I went to the room to leave him.

I don't remember promising SD friends here, I deliberately didn't tell them about my arrival, because of Jara's case.

They have long invited to gather together but are always stymied by time.

"Who did this book come from?"

Arriving at the room I immediately began to read it, as I thought, it's a hellish note.

This book is the same as the previous notes, but what makes it different is just the writing page. Hell's records that have been found are only sheets of paper written to kill the victims. But the Hell Note in the form of this book is written the complete story of the journey of his victims.

This hellish record is assembled like a novel, and the main character is Amelia Earhart.

This book-shaped hell note how could it possibly get here? Is Jara following me? Who's the courier? If the courier is Jara. Do I have to look for him? Or maybe he's dead. No.. no. No, what should I do?

I was so panicked I couldn't digest things anymore.

“Oh lord...” Said me while reading the first page.

I continued page after page without reading it, falling down a piece of paper that was written.

“MISYA PLEASE ME!’’

Without a second thought, I rushed to pick up all the items and supplies I had brought, I tried to book tickets online but constantly failed, I was so panicked when I read the end of the page. It says the location of Amelia Earhart.