GRINNED
CHAPTER 23: Mystery Puzzles

"Yes, Aldo. Just go in."

Zaidan stood up while closing his phone. Then he sat back down after Aldo entered and appeared to be sitting by his side.

"You're not sleeping. Al?"

"I went to bed early. Mr. Zaidan."

"Call names, it's okay."

"Good Zai ...."

"That's better."

"What's up, Al?"

"I was trying to roll back the cctv of this house, a few months back."

"Yes, did you find anything?"

"I am somewhat suspicious, but have not yet dared to conclude."

"It's okay. We don't want to just arrest him, if we can get his motive. To make everything complete." Zaidan tried to explain his wish.

"I'll look back later. Still need deepening."

"It's good."

"Zai ... Do you still have your old house's cctv footage."

"God exists. Come on!"

Then Zaidan took Aldo to a hidden room. Fused with his work space. It's like a closet, so no one knows if it's a special room. Contains monitors. As a cctv controller center he has. From home to company connected to that space.

"This room I just functioned 2 weeks ago. Given lately I have encountered a lot of irregularities that occur. Both at home and in the company."

"Do you control it every day?"

"That's my weakness. I can't control it every day. I was here just once. And the second one, with you."

Aldo nodded his head. Shut up and think. While looking at some of the cctv that lit up.

Then he headed towards one of the chairs, and calmly sat down, then watched closely the screen that was in front of him. Zaidan just followed. Look at the screen that is on in front of Aldo. And try to understand what Aldo wants to convey through that screen.

Several times Aldo took a deep breath, then took it out slowly. Like thinking deeply and a little sad to see it.

Then move to another screen. Both the lighted and the non-lit. Zaidan was still confused, only being able to shut up and pay close attention to Aldo. Dare not interrupt. Zaidan left Aldo alone in the room. Aldo looked seriously at the monitors, not realizing that Zaidan was no longer with him.

"What's wrong with Mr. Aslam?" Aldo said softly. My heart was about to say to Zaidan. But look, there was no one in the room. He finally focused again with the screen in front of him.

Enough for today. Half an hour at dawn. Why do these eyes feel sleepy. Nothing to rest for a while in front of the house musholla. So that I can congregate and not miss prayer time. Thought Aldo

But before leaving the room, Aldo noticed for a moment the cctv in front of him. Then leave the room.  Heading to the already dimly lit room of Zaidan. Because the light has been turned off, change the green ligt light only.

Aldo walked among the dim light. Passing through Zaidan's room. And one empty room. Like a room prepared for Miss Hendiyana. Zaidan's foster mother. Then down the stairs to the bottom floor. Where there is his daughter's bedroom, guest room, and one empty room that he now occupies. Then there is the family room, living room and library room.

The atmosphere is still very quiet. The inhabitants of the house are still lulled in a blanket of beautiful dreams. Only from the kitchen did the lights start to turn on. Maybe the housekeeper, Mr. Zaidan, whose name is Bik Rahma, has started his day.

Then Aldo's view turned to a room adjacent to the living room. It is the private library room of Zaidan. He had not been able to enter yesterday.

There was a bright light coming out of the library room whose door was slightly open. I heard the piano. The rhythm is soft and soft. Turn on a romantic song first. Although not so clear. Because the room is soundproof.

Aldo approached him with a sigh. It was as if he was called to approach her. For a moment he stood in the middle of the door of the room. Enjoy the beauty of music. Which Zaidan played almost perfectly.

Zaidan had not realized that Aldo was watching his piano play. His fingers touched the soft piano keys that were in front of him. Which he has not played for a long time. Since his wife died. Just this time Zaidan had the courage to touch her back.

But he sensed that there was one key that sounded unusual.  He repeated, but it remained the same. For a moment of thought wanted to open the air pumping space on that piano. But there was a shadow of someone standing in the middle of the door. Zaidan only realized that someone was watching him.

"Hi Al's. It's been a long time." Aldo just smiled as he approached the piano.

"What's up, Zai. How to be stopped."

"Em.. try!"

Then Zaidan pressed the keys in question slowly and repeatedly. Then press the other keys to match the tone. Aldo nodded, although he did not understand the piano, but he could feel something was not the same as this key. Like the air being held back. So that it doesn't sound perfect.

"Yes. I feel it too."

Late was the drowsiness felt by Aldo, by the piano game Zaidan who only momentarily.  Piano keys that sound strange.

Honey, before they opened the piano, there was a dawn prayer from the surrounding village mosque. So stop their desire to open the air pressure section on the piano.

Together they headed for the front musholla. To perform the morning prayers. Together with the two security guards Zaidan. That's Mr. Tata and Mr. Aslam.

"We'll take a walk, yuk!" take Zaidan to Aldo.

"Can."

With bare feet they both walked outside the gate. Tracing the path in the middle of the rice field. Train the nerves on foot in pebbled streets.  While enjoying the clean rural air, and also a tinge of sunlight that appears on the eastern horizon. Which drives away the cold of the night mist, in the dimness of the morning. Along with the chirping of birds and crows that are increasingly crowded are heard.

It did not feel like they were walking until they arrived at the cemetery, which was in the middle of the rice field.

"Zai, where are you taking me?"

"The grave." he replied casually.

"Lah!"

"I'm new here too."

"So long sleep again that way, it's late at dawn."

"Not ... I didn't even get to."

"Makanya get married soon, so that someone takes care of you and your daughter."

"Just pray for it."

"Later temenin I'll meet him yeah..."

"Basak is already this big, still asking for company. I'll take it later.."

"It's been a day here. I forgot the same old one."

"Please don't call him."

"Sorry."

"Zai ... What is your relationship with Mr. Aslam."

"Sir Aslam is a villager here. She's my sister-in-law."

"Are you like that?"

"Your wife ever introduced you to you?"

"My wife told me."

"Do you believe?"

"The day after my wife died. He came and brought proof."

"What's wrong?"

"It's okay."

"Zai. Khusnudhon may but must be vigilant."

"We go back yuk. Your daughter will be confused looking for you."

"Again sticky same Mommy. I'm not worried" said Zaidan.