Legal (Pt 12)

Finally, New York.

Lama tak lama jugaklah aku dgn Logan menjelajah Malaysia. And now, we're back in New York. Ugh. Reality. Sepahit mana, aku kena terima jugak Logan kena kerja lagi 2 minggu. He needs his space and all.

"It was great having you." Aku tengok Logan sibuk dengan luggage dia. Apa aku cakap pun dia tak peduli. "You need any help there?"

"No, no. It's okay. I just got a text from the place where I was offered the job. They need me tomorrow." Langsung tak pandang muka aku. Aku pun rasa bersalah dengan Logan sebab ajak dia pergi vacation. Aku diam je.

"Need a lift?" Finally aku yang bukak mulut tanya.

"It's okay. I've texted my friend to fetch me. I think he's here now." And right on queue, his cell rings.

Dia start cakap dgn kawan dia and waves at me. Hm. Sure. Goodbye. Nice travelling with you, too.

Aku malas2 balik apartment. Well, that was a bummer. Entah2 Logan baik dengan aku sebab nak g cuti free je kot. Ugh, guys. There's always something wrong with them. Manalah lelaki-lelaki baik pergi dalam dunia ni?

I unpacked my clothes and bring out the souvenirs i bought for Nate and Beth. Speaking of which, where the hell are they? It's freakin 9 in the morning... on a Saturday. Aku tak percayalah diorg ni productive sangat sampai pukul 9 dah keluar. Whatever. I take a bath, put on my sweater and jump on the sofa. And the evening goes by.

*cellphone rings*
What? What time is it? I take a glance on the clock. It's 7 in the evening. Kepala aku rasa macam kena hempap lori. Pening. Malas2 aku pun capai phone. Mum?

"Hello, mum?" my voice sounds very curious.

"Oh, my baby! Oh, dear. I'm so glad to hear your sweet voice. Are you okay?" What? My mum sounded very sad but relieved. Her voice is trembling. Almost like a cry.

"Mum, I'm okay. What's wrong?"

"Somebody told me you were captured by a psychotic murderer. And some told me they saw you in Malaysia. Were you there?"

"Um... yea... I, I just got back from Malaysia. But I'm fine. Why?"

"Oh, darling. How many times did I told you not to go there? Did you travelled alone?"

"No. I was with my friend." Oh, god. Where is this going to? Please, mummy. Just get to the point.

"Do you know any guy named Ted Evans?" she asks cautiously, anxious for my answer.

"No. Who is he?"

"He's the murderer." What? I don't know any Ted Evans. Who the fuck is this man? Apa kaitan dia dengan aku? Manalah mummy dpt info-info mcm ni. I kept quiet as I can hear there's more from my mum. "And they said... you were with him in Malaysia."

My heart is pounding so hard, I can almost hear my pulse. I end my phone call with mum and sit back. I need to get my shit together. Breathe in....out.... in.... and out. Phew. Okay. I know this is all a lie. This is not happening. Mungkin mummy tersalah orang. Or her family in Malaysia just hate her that much. Of course, i went to google and searched for Ted Evans. I wait... wait... and wait.

My heart stops.
I cannot believe my eyes.
It's Logan.