The room felt even colder after Rina’s voice stopped in the recording. Everyone stood perfectly still, waiting for the rest of the unfinished sentence.
Raka stared at the old phone in Bagas’s hand.
“Play it again.”
Bagas didn’t answer right away.
“I said play it again.”
Raka’s voice began to tremble.
Bagas pressed the button on the phone.
Rina’s voice came through again.
“I know who destroyed my family.”
For several seconds, the only sound was Rina’s breathing in the recording.
Then they heard a door open.
Someone spoke.
But the voice was unclear.
Raka moved closer.
“What was that?”
Bagas shook his head.
“The recording’s damaged.”
“It couldn’t just end there.”
“I’ve already tried to fix it.”
Arman took a step forward.
“Give it to me.”
Bagas immediately put the phone away.
“No.”
“If there’s nothing to hide, why are you scared?”
Bagas stared at Arman.
“Funny. Coming from you.”
Arman clenched his fists.
Raka watched the two of them.
There was something they weren’t saying.
Something far bigger than he’d imagined.
“I want to know the name Rina mentioned.”
No one answered.
Raka looked at each of their faces.
Damar looked uneasy.
Sari kept crying.
Vera lowered her head.
Bima looked as though he was trying to remember something.
Meanwhile, Arman and Bagas glared at each other with open hatred.
“Why is everyone silent?”
Raka shouted.
“I lost my sister years ago. I’ve lived with the story that she died in an accident. Now I know it wasn’t that simple. So stop hiding things from me.”
Vera looked at Raka.
“You’re right.”
She drew a long breath.
“Rina didn’t die in an accident.”
Sari covered her face.
Damar closed his eyes.
Raka stared at Vera.
“Then what happened?”
Vera walked toward the table.
“That night, Rina came to this house.”
“This house?”
“Yes.”
Raka looked around.
“Why?”
“Because she wanted to retrieve evidence.”
“Evidence about Bagas?”
Vera fell silent.
Bagas let out a short laugh.
“Don’t listen to her.”
Vera looked at Bagas.
“You’re still trying to protect yourself.”
“I didn’t kill Rina.”
“But you put her in danger.”
Bagas fell silent.
Raka caught the change in him.
“You all know something.”
Bima rubbed his face.
“I’ll tell you.”
Everyone turned toward him.
Bima walked over to the window.
“That night, I followed Rina.”
“Why?”
“Because she called me and said she was scared.”
Raka fell silent.
“I thought she was just panicking. I didn’t expect anything bad to happen.”
“What did you see?”
Bima lowered his head.
“I saw Rina enter this house.”
“With whom?”
“With Arman.”
Arman immediately denied it.
“I only drove her here.”
“That’s not true.”
Bima stared at him.
“You two argued.”
Arman said nothing.
“Rina was angry with you.”
“Because she misunderstood.”
“Then why did she never come out of this house?”
Bima’s question left Arman speechless.
Raka stared at Arman.
“You know what happened after that?”
Arman didn’t answer.
Vera stepped forward.
“Arman isn’t the only one who knows.”
Raka looked at Vera’s older sister.
“What do you mean?”
Vera looked at Damar.
“Your father knows too.”
Raka froze.
“Dad?”
Damar lowered his head.
“Listen to the explanation first.”
“You knew this whole time, Dad?”
“Dad only knew part of it.”
“Part of it?”
Raka’s voice was full of disappointment.
“Everyone knew except me.”
Damar stepped closer.
“I wanted to protect you.”
“By lying to me?”
Damar fell silent.
Raka stepped back.
He found it hard to accept any of this.
For years, he’d believed his family had simply suffered a loss.
But behind that loss was a major secret they had deliberately buried.
Suddenly, footsteps sounded outside the house.
Everyone immediately fell silent.
Bagas looked toward the door.
“We have a guest.”
The front door slowly opened.
Someone entered.
An old woman in a black coat.
Raka had never seen her before.
But when the woman saw Rina’s photo on the table, her eyes immediately filled with tears.
“Rina.”
Vera looked shocked.
“Grandma Mira?”
The old woman looked at Vera.
“You finally came back.”
Raka was confused.
“Who is she?”
Sari answered softly.
“The person who’s kept this family’s secrets for years.”
Grandma Mira sat down slowly.
“I came because it’s time for all of this to end.”
Bagas stood.
“You shouldn’t be here.”
Mira shot Bagas a sharp look.
“I’m the one who should have come here long ago.”
Raka grew even more curious.
“What do you know, Grandma?”
Mira looked at Raka.
“You look so much like Rina.”
“Everyone says that.”
“Because you have the same nature. You never stop looking for answers.”
Mira pulled an envelope from her bag.
“I kept this for you.”
Raka accepted the envelope.
“From whom?”
Mira looked at him.
“From Rina.”
Raka’s hands immediately began to tremble.
“A letter?”
Mira nodded.
“She wrote it the night before everything happened.”
Raka opened the envelope.
Inside was a sheet of paper.
Rina’s handwriting was unmistakable.
My little brother, Raka.
If you’re reading this letter, it means I wasn’t able to explain everything myself.
Raka stopped reading.
Tears began to fall.
Rina continued.
I want you to know one thing. Don’t hate everyone who looks guilty. Sometimes people stay silent not because they don’t care, but because they’re afraid of losing someone they love.
Raka drew a breath.
He continued reading.
But there’s someone you must not trust. They’ll look like a victim, they’ll make everyone feel sorry for them, but they’re the reason I can’t go home.
Raka stopped.
He looked at everyone.
“Who?”
Mira looked toward the corner of the room.
“I think Rina wants you to find the answer yourself.”
Raka went back to reading.
If Vera ever comes, listen to her. She isn’t your enemy.
Raka immediately looked at Vera.
The woman looked shocked.
The letter wasn’t finished.
But the final part made everyone freeze.
There’s only one thing I’m afraid of.
The person I trusted most turned out to be the person closest to me.
Raka slowly lowered the letter.
Everyone began looking at one another.
Because Rina’s final sentence didn’t name anyone.
But they all knew what she meant.
Suddenly, the house lights flickered.
Once.
Twice.
Then they went out.
In the darkness, something fell.
Then someone whispered.
“Rina never got the chance to say my name.”
Raka turned around.
The voice had come from behind him.
When the lights came back on, everyone was shocked.
The letter in Raka’s hand was gone.
And on the table, a new photo had appeared.
A photo of Rina.
But this time, there was writing on the back.
I know who killed me.