Disaster

Camila asked in a shaky voice, "Who is that? Is anyone there?" Daniel, emerging from the shadows with light steps, answered, "Don't worry, it's me." Camila became even more frightened when an unknown man approached, "Who are you, what are you doing here?" Daniel explained in a calm voice, "I'm just passing this way. Are you alone?" Camila nodded, "Yeah, I just got home from school." "After waking up from her short nap, Camila quickly realized she had fallen asleep with her phone in her hand, the screen still glowing with a message from Daniel. Hastily, she closed the screen and hurried to prepare herself before her mother began pounding on her bedroom door again. After breakfast, Camila returned to her room to start her day by completing some household chores. However, as she folded clean clothes in the bathroom, her phone buzzed again with a message from Daniel. "Sorry, I shouldn't be bothering you anymore," Daniel's message read. Camila smiled as she read the message. "You're not bothering me. In fact, I'm happy to hear from you," . They continued their conversation, sharing stories about their days and laughing at each other's jokes. Although they had only known each other for a few days, their conversation felt natural and comfortable, like talking to an old friend. After some time, Camila realized that she was starting to develop deeper feelings for Daniel. "Daniel, I want to meet you," she said with a nervous heart. "Really?" Daniel asked. Camila nodded, even though she knew Daniel couldn't see her. "I want to know more about you in real life." Daniel responded quickly, "I want that too. How about we meet at the local cafe tomorrow night?" Camila smiled broadly, "Yes, Niel!" The day passed, and the time Camila had been waiting for finally arrived. She prepared herself to meet Daniel at the local cafe. "Where are you going this late at night?" Mrs. Sheilla asked, her eyes wide." Daniel showed a sense of understanding, "Hmm, it seems like you are being careful. That's good. The world out there can be very dark." Camila, looking at Daniel suspiciously, asked, "Why are you here?" Daniel smiled mysteriously, "I like walking alone at night. It gives me peace." Camila felt increasingly uncomfortable, "I should go now." Daniel nodded, "Of course, but be careful on the way home. The world can be very different at night. Who knows, you might encounter something on the way." Camila stepped carefully on the quiet street, but not too far from her sight, several dark figures appeared from the corner of the alley. He could feel his heartbeat speed up as the thugs started to approach. Not far away, Daniel was still within sight. Seeing Camila in trouble, he immediately took action. With steady steps, he approached the thugs. "Hey, you two! What are you doing here?" Daniel asked in a firm voice, surprising the thugs. Camila, who was feeling threatened, looked at Daniel with hope. He could feel his adrenaline flowing, not knowing what would happen next. The thugs looked at each other before one of them spoke, "This is our business, man. Go away, or you'll be in trouble." Daniel didn't waver. "I'm not leaving until you leave the girl and get out of here." Camila, although still scared, felt a little relieved to see Daniel standing next to her. The thugs looked at Daniel furiously, but in the end they backed away, giving in to Daniel's courage. After they left, Camila looked at Daniel with deep gratitude. "Thank you, Daniel. I don't know what would have happened if you hadn't come." Daniel smiled warmly. "No need, Camila. This is the right thing to do. Let me take you home." Camila and Daniel chatted until they arrived in the alley of Camila's house. "Why did you stop here, Sis? My house is still at the end of the road." "I have urgent business, La. Sorry, I can only deliver it here," said Daniel. "Thank you, Daniel. Be careful on the road," Camila said, waving her hand. "Just call Daniel!" he shouted getting away from Camila. When Camila entered the house, her mother immediately looked at her with a worried expression. "Camila, why are you coming home so late at night? What happened?" Camila felt nervous as she answered, "Sorry, Mom. I was stuck in the middle of the road and I needed someone to help me." His mother frowned, "Stuck in the middle of the road? What actually happened?" Camila was confused about how she was going to explain the situation without making her mother even more worried. "There were some thugs bothering me, but don't worry, a nice guy came and helped me." Her mother looked at Camila sharply, "You have to be more careful, Camila. The world out there can be very dangerous, especially at night. I'm lucky you're okay. Who was that man who helped you?" Camila tried to explain, "He was just someone passing by, Mother. He talked to the thugs and they left." Her mother breathed a sigh of relief, but still looked worried. "Okay, you should get some sleep now. We'll talk more in the morning. And never come home late again, understand?" Camila nodded, "Yes, Mother. I'm sorry." Sheilla's mother's phone rang, she hurried away from Camila, "Sorry sir, I haven't succeeded in completing this mission," said Mrs. Sheilla. Camila approached her mother full of questions: "Mission? Who is talking to mom?" Mrs. Sheilla, who was nervous, immediately turned off the call, "That's Mr. Bram. He asked his mother to complete the mission of sewing his shirt." "Sewing shirts has to be a mission?" Camila laughed at her mother's nonsensical explanation. "It's true that only detectives are allowed to carry out missions. Mother also has a mission to sew shirts nicely and neatly so that customers don't run away," he said, walking towards the room. Even though Camila was surprised by her mother's somewhat strange explanation, she tried to think positively. "Maybe there is a certain reason why mother looked nervous and kept the telephone conversation a secret," said Camila, trying to calm herself by thinking that everything would definitely come out well. However, Camila's curiosity couldn't just be quelled. He felt that something was being hidden from him, and that made him even more curious. "What is mom really hiding? Should I find out or should I respect mom's privacy?" Camila said, looking at the skywall. With a calmer mind, Camila decided to focus on her tasks today. "Hi, beautiful." The message made Camila smile sweetly. "Daniel, thank you for your help," Camila replied. "How many times do I have to say that you don't need to thank me Camila, I just did what I was supposed to do." Camila and Daniel continued to chat via text message until morning. "Camila, what time is it!" grumbled Mrs. Sheilla. "Yes, mother," Camila hurriedly got up before her mother shouted again.