Cold Man And Miss Stone
12. Just A Village Girl [REVISED]

Washed his hands as usual, bathed cleanly as he seemed to sweat a bit, then went out to his bed.

Emilia's lips returned a smile. Not on a corpse but on the figure of Mahesa on his head.

"I never forgot Senior's teaching to me. From the smallest to the greatest."

Only silence answered.

"I don't want revenge on Ahkam. That's not important. Mom's dad won't live if Ahkam dies. So for what?"

Emilia stroked her arm which still felt somewhat stiff by the snake venom yesterday.

"That's why thank you for making excuses."

Argana Ahkam.

As a human, Emilia did not hate him.

But as a fellow king, Emilia could not allow herself to be colonized without a fight.

"I'll tear down your place." Emilia threw the body out of the window after believing the supervisor had left. "Curatakam with the blood of all your efforts."

Emilia propped up her chin while looking at the dark sky above.

"Because you and I are the same. You don't appreciate me, I don't respect you. You take mine, I'll step on you. The winner is the one who survives the last. Didn't you?"

Emilia's smile was only reciprocated by silence.

*

The next day, Emilia woke up when the door of her room was knocked repeatedly.

Emilia felt a little exhausted. His back hurt because he slept on the cold floor.

There was an uncomfortable feeling in him. Emilia made a bit of a fad as she walked towards the door she knew was definitely Samuel.

"Ema."

Emilia dizzy. "What's wrong?"

"Where were you last night?"

"You told me to stay in the room so I guess I went to the bathroom other than in this room." Emilia tilted her face. "What's wrong?"

The face looked at him seriously. Very deep and calculated while Emilia just tilted her face in wonder, then turned away unconcerned.

He went back to his pillow near the bed, got into the blanket because it was cold.

"Why sleep on the floor, Ema?"

"Your bed is too wide and moving. My head's dizzy." Emilia was shivering by the coldness on her back. "just ignore. If there is no need, go. I have to sleep."

Samuel was crouching. Hands out to his face.

Emilia's eyelids are just closed. Feel Samuel's cold palm there.

"You're feverish. Do I need to call a doctor?"

"It's just a fever."

Emilia was silent. Not feel compelled to answer.

He was about to go to sleep when Samuel's voice suddenly sounded.

"The man who hit you yesterday is dead."

Yes, Emilia knows.

His eyes watched for themselves, so he did not feel that he should be surprised.

It's a shame that Emilia is not a bug lover. So he didn't feel much pity when a squirming caterpillar choked.

Instead he stepped on it so that he would quickly die and stop squirming.

Instead of caring, Emilia comforts herself and prepares for a good night's sleep because she is tired.

*

Samuel felt a little crazy.

Early in the morning the door to his room was knocked down only to hear a notice that two dead people were found in different places.

First was the kitchen maid, found lying in the front yard near the backyard, then the second was Idrus.

Found dead of a drug overdose.

On the same night.

Samuel's Receptors don't give signals like yesterday. There were no suspicious vibes on Emilia's bed all night. And judging from his current condition, he was even too weak to open his eyes.

Why would Samuel think he did?

Obviously not. Samuel took a breath.

Cursed her who somehow felt uneasy.

It must have been a coincidence. Idrus is not sane in taking drugs. He may be too insane to eat a pack of drugs to overdose and die.

"Ema, do you mind if I accompany you first? The atmosphere of the house is bad."

He didn't even care much to retaliate. Comfortable in his sleep despite the cold.

For a moment, Samuel found it funny.

She was indeed an innocent village girl and would not be found twice in her life.

He's not the culprit.

There was no specific motive for Emilia except for her being corroded yesterday. Yet Emilia who did not even fight back when beaten could indeed what?

She's just an ordinary girl.

Countrywoman.

Samuel will be watching him for a while. To ensure and to protect it in case all this is someone's propaganda.

*