Nadia hadn't had time to process Bima's words when the sound of something falling came from outside.
Bima immediately turned toward the window.
"He's here."
"Who?"
Bima didn't answer.
Nadia ran toward the front door.
Through the glass, she saw Raka standing several yards from the house. But there was someone behind him.
The man's silhouette moved quickly.
Raka turned.
Then everything happened within seconds.
Raka collapsed.
"Raka!"
Nadia was about to open the door, but Bima stopped her.
"Don't!"
"Let go!"
"If you go out now, you'll become a target too."
Nadia stared outside in a panic.
Raka tried to get up.
The man behind him had already disappeared.
A few seconds later, Raka got to his feet and ran toward the house.
Bima opened the door only after making sure the yard was completely empty.
Raka came inside, clutching the side of his head.
"Nadia."
"You're hurt!"
"It's just a scratch."
Nadia was about to approach him, but Raka stopped her.
"Don't."
"Why?"
"Because we don't know whether he's still watching us."
Bima closed all the curtains.
"You two need to leave."
Raka looked at him.
"The basement."
Bima nodded.
"Right."
Nadia looked at them both.
"You already knew about that room?"
Bima answered quietly, "I knew there was something down there. But I never had the key."
Nadia gripped the small key Bima had given her.
"Then let's go now."
They arrived at Nadia's old house in the late afternoon.
The house hadn't been lived in for years.
The paint on the walls was peeling. Weeds covered the yard. Some of the windows were already cracked.
Nadia stood in front of the door.
"I used to live here."
Raka looked at the house.
"I know."
Nadia turned to him.
"Have you been here?"
Raka didn't answer right away.
"It wasn't me."
"Then who was it?"
Raka looked away.
"Arman."
Nadia frowned.
"Arman came to this house?"
"Long before we knew each other."
Bima opened the door.
"Don't stay outside too long."
They went inside.
The room still held a few old belongings.
A cabinet.
A dining table.
Family photos.
Nadia slowly walked toward the living room.
She saw a photo of her father.
A photo of herself as a little girl.
And one photo that brought her to a stop.
There were four people in it.
Her father.
Herself.
Bima.
And a young man she didn't recognize.
Nadia picked up the photo.
"Who is he?"
Bima immediately fell silent.
Raka stepped closer.
Arman?
No.
The man looked much younger.
Bima finally said,
"His name is Dimas."
"Who is Dimas?"
"Raka's younger brother."
Nadia looked at Raka.
His expression changed.
"You never told me he'd met my father."
"I only found out after discovering that photo."
Nadia looked at the photo again.
Something about it felt strange.
Dimas was smiling at the camera.
But Nadia's father looked serious.
As if the photo had been taken at an unpleasant moment.
Raka took the photo.
"This is important."
Bima nodded.
"The basement is beneath your father's study."
They headed to the room.
Dust covered the old wooden floor.
Nadia remembered her childhood.
Her father had often forbidden her from entering this room.
Back then, she thought it was because there were important documents inside.
Now she knew there might have been another reason.
Bima moved a shelf aside.
Beneath it was a small door.
Nadia inserted the key.
Click.
The door opened.
A narrow staircase leading into the basement appeared in the darkness.
Raka switched on his flashlight.
They descended slowly.
The basement turned out to be much larger than Nadia had imagined.
There were shelves packed with documents.
Old boxes.
A table.
And an old computer.
Nadia approached the table.
A videotape lay on top of it.
The handwritten words on it made Nadia's breath catch.
**NADIA — FOR WHEN THE TIME COMES**
Raka looked at Bima.
"This is what he meant."
Bima nodded.
Nadia picked up the tape.
"Where's the player?"
Bima pointed to the corner of the room.
"It's still there."
A few minutes later, the old screen flickered on.
An image appeared.
Nadia's father was sitting in the same chair.
He looked exhausted.
"Nadia."
The sound of his voice made Nadia hold back her tears.
"If you're watching this, it means I can no longer explain everything to you in person."
He took a breath.
"A lot of people will say that I died in an accident."
Nadia unconsciously gripped Raka's hand.
Raka looked at their joined hands.
But he said nothing.
Nadia's father continued.
"That's not true."
Nadia closed her eyes.
"I know my life is in danger."
The image changed.
Several documents appeared on the table.
"I discovered that the money from the Arunika Project wasn't stolen by just one person."
Raka immediately looked at the screen.
"Several people were working together."
Names appeared.
Nadia already knew some of them.
Arman.
Surya.
Bima.
But then another name appeared.
Nadia held her breath.
**DIMAS.**
Raka froze.
"My brother?"
The video continued.
"I didn't find them because of the money."
Nadia's father looked into the camera.
"I found them because someone was trying to use the project to cover up something much bigger."
Nadia stared at the screen.
"I don't know who the leader is. But I do know one thing."
The video stopped for a few seconds.
Then Nadia's father said:
"The most dangerous person isn't the one threatening you."
He stared into the camera with utmost seriousness.
"The most dangerous person is the one who makes you believe they're protecting you."
Nadia slowly turned toward Bima.
Bima lowered his head.
Raka looked at him.
"You knew."
Bima didn't answer.
"Uncle Bima, do you know who the leader is?"
Bima sighed.
"I do."
"Who?"
Bima looked at Nadia.
But before he could answer, the sound of something shattering came from upstairs.
They all froze.
Raka immediately turned off the screen.
"Someone's here."
Bima picked up the flashlight.
"We have to get out through the back door."
Nadia gripped Raka's arm.
"What about the documents?"
"Take the important ones."
Footsteps sounded above them.
Someone walked into the house.
One step.
Two steps.
Three.
Then the sound of the study door opening.
Raka looked at Nadia.
"Don't make a sound."
They moved toward the basement's back door.
But then a voice came from upstairs.
A voice Nadia knew very well.
"Mr. Bima."
Nadia froze.
It was Arman's voice.
Bima closed his eyes.
"He found us."
Nadia looked at Raka.
"Why is Arman here?"
Raka shook his head.
"I don't know."
Arman's voice came again.
"I know you're down there."
Silence.
Then:
"Come out."
Nadia looked at Bima.
"Is he the one we should be afraid of?"
Bima didn't answer.
Arman spoke from upstairs.
"Nadia, listen to me."
His voice was calm.
"I didn't come here to hurt you."
Nadia called back,
"Then what did you come for?"
Silence stretched for several seconds.
Then Arman said,
"To tell you that Raka has been lying to you."
Raka looked at Nadia.
"Don't believe him."
Arman continued.
"He knows who killed your father."
Nadia looked at Raka.
"Is that true?"
Raka didn't answer.
"Raka?"
At last, Raka said,
"I know."
Nadia's world seemed to stop.
"You knew?"
"Yes."
"Since when?"
Raka lowered his head.
"Since the night my brother died."
Nadia felt betrayed all over again.
"Who did it?"
Raka raised his face.
His eyes were filled with sorrow.
"The person I've been protecting all this time."
Nadia frowned.
"Who?"
Raka looked at Bima.
Bima closed his eyes.
Nadia followed his gaze.
Then Raka said quietly,
"Uncle Bima."
Nadia took a step back.
"No."
Bima didn't deny it.
Tears began to fall from Nadia's eyes.
"Uncle?"
Bima looked at her.
"I'm sorry."
Arman shouted from upstairs,
"Nadia, come out now!"
But Nadia didn't move.
She stared at Bima.
"Why?"
Bima lowered his head.
"Because your father found out everything."
"Everything?"
Bima raised his face.
"And I was ordered to stop him."
Nadia froze.
"Who ordered you?"
Bima didn't answer.
Raka said,
"He never wanted to say the name."
Nadia looked at Bima.
"Who?"
Bima finally said:
"The person funding all of this."
He pulled an old photo from his pocket.
"And that person is still alive."
Nadia accepted the photo.
Her face immediately went pale.
The person in the photo wasn't a stranger.
Not Arman.
Not Raka.
Not Bima.
It was someone Nadia had known since childhood.
Someone she'd met only a few hours ago.
**Maya.**
Nadia stared at the photo in disbelief.
But before she could say anything, a small explosion sounded from upstairs.
The basement lights went out.
Raka pulled Nadia behind him.
Bima whispered,
"She's here."
"Who?"
Bima stared at the door.
"The real one."
Then the basement door handle began to turn slowly.
Click.
The door opened slightly.
A shadow stood behind it.
And a woman's voice came through the darkness.
"Nadia."
Nadia held her breath.
The voice was very familiar.
**Maya.**