The Long Night of Amelia
Chapter 1: Saturday Afternoon..

Amelia had just stepped out of her boarding house into the city park. His head had already mumbled over an idea for writing for the weekend that he was going to send to his editor. I don't know why it suddenly crossed his mind he wanted to go to the city park. Coincidentally, it is not so far from where he lives.

It only takes 1 hour with a regular ojek in front of the alley to the cost to go to the city park. Weekends are usually crowded since the morning. Many people exercise, or just hang out with friends there. Not a few snacks and drinks are there.

Counting refreshing at the same time looking for an alternative food menu for the day for Amelia. It feels like his tongue has been bored with the various menus that are offered by warteg not far from the cost or Indomie flagship menu when he has time to cook on weekends.

Amelia is a political graduate in a famous campus. But it doesn't seem like the degree guarantees him a quick job once he graduates. Lucky from about dozens of job applications that he has put in various places, he got a call to become a part-time journalist. He has his own writing column to write anything related to law, politics and crime according to the educational background he has. The pay was pretty decent for him than being useless unemployed.

A small sling bag containing a recorder, camera, mobile phone and wallet is always there wherever he goes. Like a talisman that must always be there for Amelia with her profession.

Amelia had been in one of the empty city park seats. Some spots have been crowded with visitors and sellers who peddle their merchandise. Most food and drink.

Amelia sat down while her eyes were observant looking at the various directions. He took his camera while photographing various things that he found interesting.

Ssseeet was only a few minutes away where his eyes caught something interesting.

An old man dressed in shabbiness with a black shabby hat that had been torn off on one side sat on a corner of a park bench. Hmm.not because of her attractive shabby appearance to Amelia. But he was holding a bag made of a gunny sack with his left hand and next to his right hand was a new Chinese mobile phone.

What ??? how could a shabby old man who resembled a scavenger hold a mobile phone in his next hand. Although not the latest iPhone, but.sorry not to underestimate.for Amelia the appearance of the old man seemed not appropriate in his view. Isn't it too contrasting and attention-grabbing ? amelia thought at the time.

The old man looked busy looking left and right, like he was worried that someone would watch and see him. Some time he seemed busy with his cellphone screen, until not until 5 minutes later, he put his phone into the pocket of black trousers that have been dirty and shabby.

Before long a beverage merchant offered the old man a bottle of cold-packed tea. Only 10 minutes later did Amelia film the old man, she was suddenly startled....

Degs....

The old man stared right before Amelia at that moment. As if she knew, Amelia was filming it. He stared hard at her. Amelia can tell from her camera screen. His heart suddenly beat fast.

The man did not blink. It's like Amelia was filming it. He stood up and walked towards himself.

Die me !! amelia said in her heart. Hurry up he turns off his video mode and he changes it back to camera mode. He opened a photo gallery on his camera.

Cold sweat slowly began to trickle down his forehead. His heart is pounding more and more. The old man seemed to be walking from the other side towards him.

Fuck !! his heart began to break. The brain thought about looking for the possibility that would happen while trying to take its eyes off the old man who slowly walked towards him...