Hope is a Dream That Never Sleeps

by minamintsoo

Pemuda itu hanyalah kebohongan belaka. Tak seorang pun mengenal dirinya yang sesungguhnya. Darah yang mengalir di dalam dirinya adalah darah dingin yang pemiliknya tak seorang pun tahu. Orang mengenalnya seperti ketika ia memerankan peran di atas panggung. Bukan ketika tirai panggung ditutup.

1. Prolog

Hope is a Dream That Doesn't Sleep

Prolog

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"He's still alive?" kata seorang lelaki tinggi dengan dingin. Ekspresinya menandakan bahwa ia begitu marah. Lelaki itu mengacungkan mulut pistol itu pada seorang di hadapannya.

"He's alive, along with his parents," balas orang tua bermata biru itu.

Lelaki tinggi itu menggertakkan giginya. "You betrayed us! Kill him!"

Orang tua bermata biru itu hanya menyeringai. "I have no regret. You will receive the punishment later anyway."

Dan para anak buah lelaki tinggi itu segera mengepung orang tua itu, menarik pelatuknya dan membiarkan lelaki tua bermata biru itu jatuh ke tanah dengan darah menggenangi tubuhnya yang tak bernyawa.

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A/N : This is not Minaa.

Just call me—Krystal (whatever)

This chapter has been re-write by me.

Minaa said, she won't be able to write in Indonesia again, so she asked me to write it instead. Idea and story are still belong to her. I just write down what she told me about the story.

She said that her writing in Indonesa is so cheesy and she hates it.

So, because she's still sick she wants me to write the story again to continue her stories.

This is my way to write, so forgive me if you guys don't understand. She said my style is cool and attracted, so she let me write it.

Yes, this story Minaa has decided to make it into crime-angst.

The casts won't be different, just slight change.

I wish you enjoy the story.

Krystal