Semua Bab My Roommate & I: Bab 21 - Bab 30

The next morning arrived like a haze of unanswered questions, my mind still tangled in yesterday's unsettling discoveries. The shrill ringing of my phone jolted me awake. It was my aunt. "Hello, Lucas. How are you? And how's school going?" she asked warmly. "It's fine, Aunt." "Your cousins have been asking about you. They said they'd love to stop by campus tomorrow and say hello." I sat upright. "Sorry... what?" I frowned. "Why?" "I don't think that's a good idea. They're not exactly welcome here." "It's nothing to worry about," she replied gently. "They just want to check up on you. I would've come myself, but I've been swamped with work lately." "It's alright, Aunt," I said. "I'm doing perfectly fine. There's really no need for anyone to visit." Before she could persuade me otherwise, I ended the call, knowing full well the conversation would only drag on if I let it. What the heck? I cursed inwardly. Why does everyone keep getting on my last nerve? And why on earth would

It was Sunday morning. I expected Raihan to still be buried under his blankets, but surprisingly, he was already awake before me. I slowly pushed myself up from the bed, only to be struck by a sharp, throbbing migraine that spread across my temples. “Ugh… fuck.” The sound of my discomfort immediately caught his attention. “Are you okay?” Raihan asked. “Yeah… I’m fine,” I replied, pressing a hand against my forehead. “Just a slight headache.” Without wasting a second, he walked toward the first aid kit. Click. The box opened, and moments later, he returned with a painkiller and a glass of water. Clink. “Here.” “Let me help you with that,” I said, reaching out. But the moment our hands touched, everything shifted. Thud…….Our bodies collided unexpectedly, and before I could steady myself, I found myself pressed against him. His arms instinctively caught me, leaving us dangerously close, our faces only inches apart. The room suddenly went silent for a moment. I could hear n

I woke up again hours later with the painkillers wearing off just enough to make my side throb. Raihan still sat shirtless beside the bed, Drey had claimed the chair by the window, and Ethan and Noah stood closer now, their hands no longer just touching but gripping each other tight. The hospital room felt too quiet after the chaos of the party and the stabbing. Raihan brushed his fingers over my forehead again. "You need anything? Water? More meds?" His voice stayed low, but I could see the tension in his bare shoulders. Before I could answer, a nurse knocked and stepped inside. She was tall, broad-shouldered, with a clipboard in one hand. Something about her face looked familiar even though I couldn't place it. She checked my IV, then asked the others to step out for a minute so she could change the bandages. Raihan hesitated. "We'll be right outside." They filed out, leaving me alone with the nurse. The door clicked shut. She moved fast once they were gone. The clipboard hit

That night, I couldn’t sleep. The photograph kept forcing its way back to my thoughts like a ghost that refused to be laid to rest. With a weary sigh, I reached into the drawer beside my bed, retrieved the faded photograph, and the new photograph ,held it beneath the soft glow of the bedside lamp. My eyes wandered across every inch of it, lingering on my parents’ smiling faces before shifting to Raihan’s father. “I know there’s something I’m missing,” I muttered, running my thumb over the worn edges of the photograph. “This can’t be the whole story.” “Come on, Lucas… think,” I whispered to myself, narrowing my eyes as I carefully examined every corner of the picture. My gaze drifted past the three figures and settled on the background. A weather-beaten building stood several feet behind them, its rusted gate barely visible beneath the faded print. I leaned closer, my heartbeat gradually picking up. “Wait…” I breathed, bringing the both photograph closer to my face. “I’ve see

Raihan didn’t stop driving until he was certain the black SUV was no longer behind us. Only then did he let out a slow breath and steer the car toward the hostel. Neither of us spoke during the journey back. The silence was heavy, but this time it wasn’t awkward—it was the silence of two people trying to make sense of everything that had just happened. The moment we stepped inside the apartment, Raihan locked the door, drew the curtains, and leaned against the wall. He ran a tired hand through his hair before looking at me. “Lucas,” he began quietly, “I need you to believe me.” I folded my arms across my chest, waiting for him to continue. “I don’t know those men.” My brows drew together. “I know how it looked, but I swear to you, I wasn’t working with them.” He lowered his gaze for a moment before continuing. “The day you saw me at that warehouse… I went there to confront one of them.” “I was looking for answers.” “But things didn’t go the way I expected.” “They attacked me