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I Am Here, Part-2

Aku di Sini – The Night of the Accident

The day of her birthday dawned bright, sunlight spilling over Bandung’s rooftops. Putri woke with a smile. She dressed carefully, choosing her favourite blue blouse, and tried to keep her excitement quiet so her family wouldn’t tease her.

She told herself she didn’t care about presents, that she only wanted her friends around her. But deep down, she wanted to see Agus. More than anything, she wanted him to show up.

That evening, the house filled with voices. Friends brought small cakes, laughter filled the rooms, and her parents bustled with pride. Yet as the hours passed, Putri’s eyes kept straying toward the door.


Agus had planned it perfectly. He waited until his parents were asleep, then slipped out with his motorbike keys hidden in his pocket. The small gift box was tucked safely under his jacket.

The roads glistened with rain. Streetlights reflected on the wet asphalt, turning the city into a blur of gold and silver. He leaned forward, urging the bike faster. He wanted to make it before she cut her cake.

“Just a few more minutes,” he muttered under his breath, gripping the handlebars.

The wind tore at his face, and the sound of the engine drowned out the night. He thought of her smile, the way her eyes lit up when she teased him. That was all he wanted to see.

But Bandung’s roads are not forgiving. A sharp turn, a truck pulling out too quickly, the sudden screech of brakes. The world flipped into chaos.

And then silence.


At her party, Putri’s laughter faltered when her phone buzzed. She checked it quickly, expecting Agus. But there was nothing. Just a blank screen.

Hours passed. Her friends sang, her parents urged her to blow out the candles, but her heart wasn’t in it. She excused herself early, retreating to her room.

Midnight came. No message. No call.

She lay awake, staring at the ceiling, her chest tight with unease.

Somewhere across the city, the silver bracelet never reached her hands.

And that night, as Putri tried to sleep, her window rattled, though it was closed.

Zsolt Zsemba

Zsolt Zsemba has worn many different hats. He has been an entrepreneur, and businessman for over 30 years. Living abroad has given him many amazing experiences in life and also sparked his imagination for writing. After moving to Canada from Hungary at the age of 10 and working in a family business for a large part of his life. The switch from manufacturing to writing came surprisingly easily for him. His passion for writing began at age 12, mostly writing poetry and short stories. In 1999, the chance came to write scripts. Zsolt took some time off from his family business to write in Jakarta Indonesia for MD Entertainment. Having written dozens of soap operas and made for TV movies, in 2003 Zsolt returned to the family business once more. In 2018, he had the chance to head back to Asia once again. He took on the challenge to be the COO for MD Pictures and get back into the entertainment business. The entertainment business opened up the desire to write once more and the words began to flow onto the pages again. He decided to rewrite a book he began years ago. Organ House was reborn and is a fiction suspense novel while Scars is a young adult drama focused on life’s challenges. After the first two books, his desire to write not only became more challenging but enjoyable as well. After having several books completed he was convinced to publish them for your enjoyment. Zsolt does not tend to stay in one specific genre but tends to lean towards strong female leads and horror. Though he also has a few human interest books, he tends to write about whatever brews in his brain for a while.