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=A question kept on repeating in my head. "Should I run away? What have I just done?" It was a mistake just to kill my husband like that. It was more of a murder. I figured that I should runaway from this country and never going back there again. I went back to my house with tears streaming all over my face and got some clothes and money. I thought that maybe England is a good place for hiding since its far from this country, and everyone is busy there. Nobody will care about me and there’s no way people will come and catch me here. I packed all my things and went straight to the airport using a taxi. I booked a ticket earlier. The faster, the better it is. On the way to England, which was twenty-two hours long, I thought that I should probably do a plastic surgery so no one will recognize me. Although it will cost a lot of money, it was still the best idea after all.= =Thursday evening, I arrived at England. I stayed at a hotel for a day. Its time for me to buy a new apartment which is just right for a working woman. It was that moment when I remembered that I made an appointment with a Surgeon in the nearby hospital. Couple hours after the surgery, I went to the city to find for a new career to earn some money for myself and my needs. Everyday went perfectly fine although everyday, the scene that happened last two months ago kept playing on my head every second.= =It was after work when one day, I am on the way home after ordering a take out dinner, I saw a poster of myself, posted on every notice boards and lamp posts on the streets, saying “Wanted, dead or alive!” That moment, I immediately panicked and felt that I was unsafe. Detectives were now in England, searching for me. I drove back home carrying the guilt I have kept in my heart for this several months. It was just all wrong. I locked the door, with a depressed emotion shown on my face and turned on the television to check for some news about myself. It made my guilt get wilder when my face was shown and my name was mentioned on the television screen and millions of people would now know me. I searched some information on the internet just to make sure what happened, it was all true and happening in a slow motion.= =The question crowded my brain. “What should I do now? Should I surrender myself to police? Should I be honest?” I was really feeling like fainting. One day, the police will catch me. I grabbed my keys and drove my car. I was there in front of an old building, with the words “Police Station” written in capital letters. I am confused. Should I really surrender myself? If yes, I will surely suffer in my entire life. But if I don’t, the big secret I have kept for a long time will remain inside me forever. Suddenly, five police cars were surrounding my car. The police dragged me out from the car and asked me some questions. It was all that answers that made the police believe I was the one who killed my husband. From that day on, I was sentenced to jail for my entire life.=