After receiving that message, I've finally decided to inform Idris about it. I tried calling him, but he wasn't answering. Laging unattended.

My head ached for a moment when I opened my instagram. Shit, so much for wishing to end this nightmare.

I can't tell this to my friends, they're having their own problems and I shouldn't depend on them now that we're all busy. Some are inactive and some are still mourning for their relatives death. I don't want to add the problem that I have on their plate.

I tried calling Idris again, but still no answer. I gave up and sat on the sofa. The silence was too loud and I couldn't bare with it.

"Calm down, Solen. Maybe he's busy,"

Few minutes had passed and I called Idris again, this time he finally answered.

"S-someone sent—"

"Hello? Who is this? Can you please state your name? It's rude to call someone at this hour,"

It was a woman... It is a woman's voice. I thought I dialed the wrong number, but when I checked it, it's Idris'.

"Who are you?"

"Dashiel is sleeping. Don't bother sending him any messages after this call, Miss. He's here on his father's house to breath for a while. The case that he's currently handling exhausts him that's why he decided to go to his parent's house with me. I hope you understand,"

I didn't answer her and ended the call. I was shocked alright, but I just couldn't sit here and overthink. I trust Idris, overthinking is not healthy for my heart.

He won't break my trust... Not now that we're in the middle of this mystery.