It was under the blurred moonlight we ran, battling the anxiety and exhaustion toward Mrs. Ali's house, the sole kind person whom I could rely on for an assistance. With no money left in my pocket, Mrs. Ali's help was the only thing I could think of. Mrs. Ali owned a motorbike which I could rent to go to the cafetaria to meet Vera who was in need of help.
The sweat soaked my body upon the long journey we went through on foot; my feet yielded as I tried to catch a breath. For a while, I rested followed by Reno behind me.
"Did it still take long time to go there?" he asked in curiosity; his eyes reflected his worries about Vera who might now be facing the danger her aunt or that man caused. In my heart, I was also concern about her safety which drove me to continue my run.
"It's still
