Chapter 1

A very deep loss for the Syailendra family. Never imagined before, the death of her only brother was right on the birthday of her brother. When all eyes were fixed on the figure who was cutting his birthday cake, suddenly a gunshot boomed at the scene of the ongoing event, everyone panicked seeing the figure who was limply covered in blood.

One year waiting for the uncertain results regarding who killed her brother, Miska Aluna Syailendra is determined to find out for himself who killed her brother. Even the police have closed the case of her brother's death without knowing who is behind the case of her brother's death.

Looking for evidence of whether her brother had any enemies during this time, Miska looked at her brother's phone call history hoping he would get proof. In the midst of searching for the perpetrator of her brother's shooting, Miska was kidnapped by the hired person who shot her brother. Trying to find help, she finally managed to retrieve one of the cellphones of the person who kidnapped him. Miska tried to contact her family but not a single call was answered, so she calling the police station to save her from the kidnappers. In the middle of the rescue process, Miska felt an unnatural feeling when she saw the figure of the police forcefully fighting the kidnappers. Miska tried to get rid of her feelings for the policeman who saved her who she knew was named Randy Pramono, finally she tried to explain to Randy so that she could help her reveal her brother's death.

On the other hand, Randy, who is in charge of the police, is eager to help the girl with long black hair, but the police agency forbids him to reopen the case of the death of the man who was a victim of the shooting, who knows what the top police officers cover, making him even more curious to help Miska.

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"Happy birthday my bro" Miska Aluna Syailendra hugged her while kissing her birthday brother's cheek. Miska took the time to visit her brother's office because the shooting location was not far from Michael's office building. 

"Why are you just saying happy birthday to me? Not wishing me a wish, huh?" grumbled Michael Abraham Syailendra.

"Hmm, what a good wish?" Miska put on a face as if she was thinking.

"Bro, you have everything has been realized, so I'm confused about what to wish. Ah yeah I know, I hope your child will be beautiful like me." Miska winked, teasing her sister.

Hearing her brother's wish, Michael pinched her cheek. Born into the Syailendra family, which people say is already rich with seven generations, Michael lives in wealth. Moreover, he is the first of three children and the only son, therefore almost all of his family's companies are currently holding him because his father had a stroke. His two younger siblings did not want to continue the family business and chose to realize their dreams, Miska, who is a professional model, will now become one of the iconic fashion models to be held in Paris. While, his younger sister Melody Andrea Syailendra became a surgeon.

"So you came to your brother's party tonight, right?" asked Michael, stroking his younger brother's head. 

"Hopefully so because I told my manager to arrange my schedule, I didn't promise if I could come." Miska put on a sluggish face because she remembered her busy shooting schedule. 

"It's always like this, every time I have a birthday party, you will never attend. Anyway, you don't want to know you have to come tonight, you don't accept any excuses."

"Hmm, okay boss" grumbled Miska, rolling her eyes.

***

At night at Syalendra's residence, everyone who was present at Michael's birthday, as well as the baby shower of the first child who was being conceived by Tasya Khiel, the wife of Michael Abraham Syalendra.

The dim black sky illuminated by the moon and decorated with garden lights made the event which was taking place so lively as well as wisdom, the sound of music accompanied those who were dancing. While behind the door leading to the back garden of Syailendra's residence, Miska and the others were arranging a birthday cake to be presented to Michael.

The sound of footsteps muffled by the blaring music, Miska tried to block the wind on her brother's birthday cake candle using one hand. When about to approach Michael, suddenly the loud sound of broken glass was heard, Michael quickly turned to the source of the sound, as a result Miska's little surprise failed to happen due to the broken glass.

"Hufttt .... failed to your surprise bro." Said Miska in a disappointed voice.

"Who said it failed? Earlier I was so shocked that even everyone here was shocked. ” Michael rubbed his younger sister's head affectionately, he was very happy because this time his younger sister Miska was present at his birthday.

"All right then Michael you blow out the candles immediately before they melt away." Said their mother Almira Syailendra.

The thunder of applause led Michael to blow out the candles from the dozens of birthday cakes that were located on the table. Michael held the knife he would use to cut the cake, his hand just cut a slice of cake suddenly a boom of firearms boomed horrendously the ongoing event, everyone panicked seeing a figure that was lying weakly covered in blood. As if hypnotized, everyone who witnessed the incident was silent for a few seconds, Miska, who saw Michael fall to the floor, immediately woke up her brother.

"Hurry up and call an ambulance." Shouted the melody while giving first aid to her brother.

Panic swept over all those around them, while the family hysterically watched their eldest son droop, covered in blood. With a sudden movement, Miska stood up and ran around the park trying to find the shooter of her brother.

"Where is he ... where is the person who shot my brother." With sharp eyes filled with tears that kept on shedding, Miska tried to find a suspicious figure. When his eyes turned to the opposite direction from the shooting incident of his brother, he saw a man in black staring at him, without thinking Miska ran towards the man who suddenly disappeared behind a row of flowers.

Suddenly Miska felt someone tapping her shoulder.

"Miska, what are you doing here? the ambulance just arrived, don't you want to see your brother?" say Ardi Syalendra is his father's younger brother.

"Uncle, I beg you to help find the man who was standing here, I'm sure he shot my brother." Miska begged while holding her uncle's hand.

"All right, then uncle will send people to find out who shot Michael, you take it easy this time your brother needs you more by his side, go." Ardi stroked the top of his nephew's head.