Rose couldn't believe what she was reading. The girl's hands were shaking, as she read the agreement document which clearly had her signature on it. She did not remember the article regarding the rental fee that would be lost if there was damage to the building like this time. Everything written there, Rose also couldn't prove because all her documents had turned to ashes. The woman's body went limp. She held her head which felt very dizzy. After a day of worrying about many things, Rose forgot that she had not filled her stomach with anything but water. She closed her eyes, trying to brace herself so she wouldn't faint. "Don't pretend to be sick, it's all clear what's written there. Come on, get paid quickly." Mr. Oswaldo, the owner of the building, mercilessly rebuked Rose. "Master, restrain your emotions." The police officer felt sorry for Rose's condition. The man then handed Rose a glass of sweet tea ignoring the scornful looks of everyone, who hoped for the same treatment. "Drink this tea while I will try to appease your neighbor." The young policeman with yellow hair and eyebrows then walked over to the computer. "Alright, all of you now line up and I will record your complaints one by one. But, remember, if the fire proves to be the sabotage of the other party, then Miss Rose will be exonerated from any harm you inflicted on her." The complainers looked at each other before finally rushing into line and starting to call for their losses and the desired compensation. The policeman recorded one by one their words with a furrowed brow. Their demands are beyond reason. "The clothes the customer brought in for fifteen hundred dollars and the chicken noodle depot cost five hundred and fifty dollars?" The policeman looked at Mrs Kenneth and Mrs Melan in surprise. "Of course, the customer ran away before he could pay for the one hundred and ten packets of chicken noodles he had ordered." Mrs. Melan pouted. "Besides, that doesn't include the loss due to my restaurant closing early." "That's right! Did the police officer think that since my clothes shop is only on the outskirts of town, it sells cheap stuff?" Mrs. Kenneth sneered at the police officer. "Are you sure you've lost a thousand dollars?" The Police stared at Jack in disbelief, making the man snort in annoyance without speaking. The big tall man folded his arms across his chest showing off his hands and arms full of tattoos. Rose couldn't do anything as long as the results of the investigation hadn't been decided. She listened to each and every claim for compensation with his breath. The girl looked at the Police, who continued to type in each of the charges filed. Every now and then she could see the man's pitying gaze on her. The line ended and they all smiled with satisfaction glancing at Rose. The men also had no intention of leaving the police station, even though lunch time had passed. They just bought food and soft drinks from the machine, ignoring the starving Rose. Everyone is waiting to see how the police will decide on the charges filed. "Read it, Miss Rose." The policeman gave the girl a complaint document. With trembling hands Rose accepted and read one by one the claims listed there. The girl couldn't help but smile wryly at the series of numbers that made up the fantastic nominal. An extraordinary number where he himself did not have that kind of money, one hundred thousand dollars (about one billion four hundred million rupiah). Of all the claims he had recorded, Mr Oswaldo, of course, put forward the highest, fifty thousand dollars. An exaggerating figure for a modest shophouse on the outskirts of the city, where even the building is still very sturdy only the damage is shared deeply. "I-I--" Rose didn't have time to finish her sentence, when a police investigation officer came over to her colleague. The man showed the results of his investigation documents and Raymanda from the look on the faces of the police who handled the case, Rose was sure that all of this was not good news. "Miss, read it." The policeman handed over the document which Mr Oswaldo immediately seized before Rose could touch it. "Well, that's not what I thought!" Mr Oswaldo grinned slyly. "As I thought, you guys are indeed unlucky in our circle." "Hi colleagues, the fire was the result of this woman's negligence. We don't think it's wrong to sue her!" Mr Oswaldo rekindled the flames of hatred and anger in other people. "You have to pay compensation to all of us!" he said viciously. "H--how is that possible?" Rose's whole body was shaking. She is very sure, if all this time she has always carried out periodic maintenance on the power lines in her residence. It is very impossible if there is negligence. "How is it possible… how is it possible, how? Are you trying to harm an old man like me?" Mrs. Kenneth glared at Rose in annoyance. "You should have let me keep an eye on the power lines in your house. Look at the consequences of refusing my kindness to end up hurting yourself and all of us." Jack, the tattooed man smiled sinisterly at the girl in front of him. Rose just smiled faintly, trying to be strong with all the words that cornered her. Never once did she remember that Jack had offered to help. When she asked for help, the man always said he was busy or didn't understand. However, even so, Rose never hated him. She was grateful enough, the occasional time Jack accompanied Romeo. The man had also once made a small delinquent who wanted to steal in her shop run scared. "I don't have enough money to pay for all your losses." Rose crumpled the document in her hand. "Then what do you want? Run away from responsibility?" The screams from the man who claimed to have a weak heart, made some people who initially felt sorry for him, turn to look at Rose ruthlessly. "You know, I need the money to do my heart treatment." He pointed out the stitches on his chest and his actions made Rose feel even more guilty. At first the girl thought that Mr. weak heart was deliberately making a riot and angering his neighbors. Accusing in his heart if the man deliberately took advantage of the calamity he faced. Now that she saw the truth, Rose became even more guilty. "Look at the consequences of your carelessness, Miss Sak great!" Mr Oswaldo seemed to really hate Rose. All lips began to click and gossip incessantly. They waited impatiently for Rose's decision. The feet of these people seemed to not want to leave the police station, until they saw Rose being tortured to the end. "All right. Now what do you want?" The policeman stared at the prosecutors who were constantly making noise in the police station and giving his head a headache. "Do you guys want me to detain this young lady?"