Aqilla



               I call myself Aqilla in this story. I come from a little village in Indonesia. Where my family still live. They probably think I’m dead, and I hope so. It is easier than the truth. I have done things they cant ever imagine. I shall never see them again.

                I came from a normal family, my father worked in the city. He used to go to work in the morning and go home in the evening. After my mom died years ago, he changed. He always wake up late. Went to the office at nine. And came home late. Sometimes he didn’t come home. The neighbors told me that my father always went to the bar after work. Drinking with some men.

                One day, my father came home late like usual. But, he wake me up. He said that I have to get ready to go to my uncle’s house. He said that he had lost a bet with a men on the bar. His name was Jafar. He was an Albanian. He want me. My father said that I have to go to my uncle’s early. Before Jafar come.

                After I finished preparing my staff, I went out of my house from the back door. But Jafar came early. He captured my father. He wanted to kill him. I was hiding on the tree. But he knew I wouldn’t be far. He knew that I was there.

                After that, he captured  me. He told me that he would kill my father if I left, and he told me that I had to tell my uncle that I was leaving to a boarding school. as he could meet me next year. If I didn’t do it, he would kill my father too.

                The next day, I went to my uncle’s house and I told him that I went to the boarding school. after say goodbye, I went with Jafar to France. After that, Jafar introduced me to his boss. Robert and Aldrich. They were a gay couple.

               

                They asked me to carry a package to a women in Paris. Because they were nice to me, I carried the package to the women, I had to carry their package by foot to the women’s house. They just gave me a map of Paris and a little bit of money.

                After that, I walked from the hotel where I live to the house. On my way, I was lost. But, luckily I met a men. His name was Olivier. He could speak English. He asked me if I wanted to go to the women’s house with him. Because I was lost and I had to be in the hotel at 06.00, I accepted his offer.

                After 5 minutes, I arrived at the house. I take my package and say thank you to Olivier. I went to the women’s house. Knocked the door and gave the package. When I got out of the house, a police pulled me and put me inside a car. They asked me where I got the package. I said I got it from Robert and Aldrich.

                Suddenly, a car hit the police car until its shattered. After that I saw Jafar coming out of the car and threw a grenade to the police car, and, BOOM!!! It exploded. I was lucky that when the car was hit, I jumped out of the car. But suddenly, I got fainted.

                I woke up in my hotel room. Jafar was there accompanying me. I asked what happened. He said that the police and the police car was a fake. It was the people from the brothels. If they took me, he said that they would rape me and sell me. Or maybe they would make me a sex slave.

                I don’t believe him but I pretend that I did. After that, he asked me how could I got to the women’s house. I said that I went there by car. Mr. Olivier’s car. he said that Mr. Olivier worked for the brothel. Because I didn’t believe him, I asked what’s in the package that I carried. He said its just a few things. Some clothes. But I still didn’t believe him, or Robert, Aldrich, or anyone.

                The next day, I walked to the street where I met Mr. Olivier. I saw Mr. Olivier’s car across the street. I hide near the car. I saw that Mr. Olivier was talking to someone on the phone.

                I walked slowly to the car, I really wanted to know who was talking to him. But what I heard was Robert’s voice. He sounded angry, because Mr. Olivier almost made me caught by the police. I was shocked. Jafar said that Mr. Olivier worked for the brothel.

                Suddenly, I heard a sound. It was loud. I was going to see what that was. I saw someone on the roof. I didn’t realize it was a sniper until I saw that my clothes was full of blood. I thought that I was dead. But then I saw that Mr. Olivier was shot. He died.

                After five minutes, the police came. They took me to the hospital because I was fainted. When I woke up, a police was waiting for me in my room. He said that wanted to ask me questions. Just a few. I answered all the questions that he gave.

                Then he explained that Robert was a drug dealer. The package that I carried was drugs. The women who got the package was found dead today. He said that Robert might want to take out all of the witnesses, but he missed one person. It was me.

                Now the police had enough proof the capture Robert because of selling drugs and used someone to carry it.