
Darion stood in the doorway of the balcony that was opening. Staring straight ahead, looking at the pitch-black night sky with no stars or moons. Silent, silent. Even the wind only passed breezy without causing a commotion.
There, where he stood. Just one foot back, was where Zea lay helplessly. The smell of rancid traces of blood was still smelled, even though Drax's men had cleaned the floor.
The corner of the man's eyes suddenly got wet. Both of his hands clenched tightly, as he began to imagine how the lover had been stabbed in such a way.
He also began to dream. Thinking that he was quite careless for letting Zea be at home alone without any escort. But it's too late, too late to regret.
I don't know how many hours he's been standing there. Sometimes he can be seen wiping his tears, occasionally talking on the phone with someone. Until 5 a.m., he closed the door, then left after getting the call.
Darion drives his car alone, going to the nearest Heliport. There, Drax is seen waiting for Darion with a man of Asian blood.
"Everything is ready, sir," Drax said, greeting Darion, who was walking alone.
"OKAY. Let's leave! I can't wait to meet them!"
Calbourne is a small village on the Isle of Wight, England. The village is located about 5 miles from Newport in the west of the island, with a population of no more than 1000 people.
The house there seems simple, not too shabby. Most of the buildings are still made of wood. Only a few have used bricks. Namuj even so, the environment there feels very beautiful and cool.
From London to Calbourne, Darion and others had to take a 1-hour flight. When they got there, they still had to continue the road trip for at least 20 minutes, to get somewhere.
One-story house made of bricks. Impressed simple, but quite neat and clean. Right in front, the green lawn welcomed Darion's arrival. Even a dog was barking quite loudly, making a middle-aged woman hurriedly open the door before Drax knocked.
"Snel, shut up!" the woman shouted from inside while opening the door.
The two middle-aged woman's eyes widened when she saw the figure of Darion standing in front of the door. He even took a few steps back in surprise.
"Da-Darion!"
"Old not meet." Darion smiled, as if showing a happy face. But in the woman's eyes, Darion's smile was a warning sign of danger.
"What are you here for?"
Darion started to roll his eyes around. I looked at all the corners of the small room. Pretty clean, according to him, even though it is filled with items that already look ancient.
After peeking around, the look in his eyes moved on a woman named Ember. Staring at the frightened woman's face, he suddenly became reluctant to behave fiercely.
"All right! I will say my purpose without further ado!" daron said casually, as if not caring about the reaction of his interlocutor.
"I just wanted to ask. Do you know anything, Auntie?" Dariom's eyes turned sharp. Slightly pinched with a furrowed forehead.
Darion's gaze and question immediately made the 55-year-old woman fall on the sofa.
"I-I don't know. It's not really us, Don!" he said with a trembling voice.
"Please, let us go. We don't know anything. All because the plan failed" continued Ember nervously.
Darion clasped his hands, then nodded as if understanding Ember's direction.
"Well, I could've let you go. It even gives you a more decent life than this. It's just …."
"No! I don't want to! I just want to live quietly with Joe here without getting involved with your family again. I'll tell you what happened, if you promise to let us go."
Without a second thought, Darion agreed with Ember. He seemed to know, if the woman in front of him was not a greedy person.
"I'm listening, Auntie. So say!"
...☆TBC☆...
Anyone can guess, who did bang Don meet????
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