Indonesia's pov
I woke up pretty early for one more time, but not to prepare myself for any class . I woke up just to pack my things and get out of here as soon as possible. This was a hard decision for me but it's not like I'll be missed so..
I couldn't handle two and half weeks here, how could i survive a heist? Well it's better this way, not everyone can do anything, that's life.
I heard a knock and before i could answer Professor came in.
"So it is true, you are leaving." he said looking at me with a sad expression.
"Yeah, i think it's for the best, who told you?" i asked him.
"Denver, he came to my room last night and told me that tomorrow you will be out of here"
"Yes, he informed you right, i can't do that, i feel like a misfit here and no one can help me. And i don't blame anyone for this, it's my problem."
"If i knew that you are a misfit i wouldn't have offered you the job, I did this because i know that you are capable and you can help us" he said and i sighed sitting in the edge of the bed.
He came and kneeled in front of me.
"Look i know that these past few months are not the ideal ones for you, but don't give up now, you can do anything , i believe in you, and i need you, i need your help. It's still your choice you can leave anytime you want, but i know that deep inside of you, you want to stay" he said, fixed his glasses and went towards the door.
"And by the way just to let you know, Denver was the one who begged me to talk to you, he said that i'm the only one who can change your mind. I hope it's true" he left and closed the door behind him.
I sat on the bed thinking about his words. I don't want to leave that's true, when i'm angry or sad i say things i don't mean and sometimes i don't think clearly.
Maybe if i change the way i am around and speak truthfully about my life, maybe everything will be finally okey.
And that's what i will do.
I'm not giving up, I'll stay here until the end.
I got up from my bed, put my bags aside and left my room.
I'm goin to change everything, so we can have a normal communication for these next months with everyone and especially with Tokyo.
I don't want any trouble, and one is obliged to deal with my breakdowns. If i'm a member of the team then i should act like one.
I reached for Tokyo's room and knocked on the door.
"Come in" she yelled.
I opened the door and saw her sitting in her bed with Nairobi. She changed her expresion when she saw me .
"If you came here just to fight for one more time, i'm not in the mood so just please leave" she said to me pretty mad.
"No, actually i came here to apologize to you and clear some things, may i sit?" i asked her and she nodded.
Nairobi was looking at me with a smile on her face, probably happy about my choice.
"I know that my behaviour the past days is the worst and it's not your fault, everything is on me. So i decided to tell you everything about me, i know that this is against the rules, but i feel that if i don't do this, our relationship will get worse each day, so please hear me out" i said to her and at the moment , i must admit that she was calm and ready to hear me.
"My name is Melita, i am 27 years old and my job, my former job actually is a police officer. Both of my parents were working for the police. They were inspectors. My dad passed away when i was around 10 years old, and from that moment, my mother couldn't take care of me, actually she was never able, my father raised me, so when he died she left me and i ended up staying with my uncle, my dad's brother. I never really lost contact with her, she used to see me once in a month acting like everything was perfectly okey. I remember myself, i was so good at school and she was learning everything, even if she was seeing me every 30 days. That's when i reached the age of 18 she insisted to be a police officer just like her and my dad. And i did, i did it mostly for my dad. When i started at the universtiy, the once in a month became once in a year. It was actually at a specific day, at the end of university when we were giving exams. And that was happening for 6 years in the uni. She was standing there as a proud parent. So for the past fourteen years i was staying with my uncle, who- who is Professor" i said to them and they both looked at me with wide eyes.
