IDENTITY: The Dark Story
The beginning of the adventure (Part 2)

You can imagine how bad it was at that moment. The sound of the screams of people who were exposed to the hot tin rain and houses and even the forest was burned ash smoke scattered everywhere due to the event.

In memory of the dark history, the local government asked that relatives or families be banned from leaving the house until tomorrow because it was "a day of prayer to the victims of the tragedy" on the exact date of the incident.

We return to the main topic, the investigation this time came from a luxurious Villa where the owner of the villa was the victim of the tragedy.

"Would you be sure to go there?" Fu asked suddenly after a long time looking at the city. "I know you're not a reckless person, but this case feels very strange."

"Adhitya Bagaskoro." Answer From. "He was the owner of the villa and he also sent me a letter to investigate the case."

"But a house as big and luxurious as that asks for help from a private detective, like you said this really feels weird and more importantly makes me more curious." Obviously again.

"Sorry, I'm not interested in your curiosity about this case."

As usual he is indeed a person who sucks but what he says is true is also this case feels full of awkwardness.

"But I was curious about the man who owned the villa." Bright Fu.

While saying so, my colleague did not want to take a headache over this case he returned to read the newspaper in his hand from earlier. I took out the letter that was sent to me yesterday, but it was very confusing:

"Thee is a rope of love

I knot into one heart

A picture of a wounded soul

Like the sky wailing

When love disappears

The pain came without permission

The moon leaves no smile

Together with night, I recap the meaning of longing

Loneliness."

(Once again the poem above is not a homemade poem, this poem belongs to Kahlil Gibran you can search on google with the title "Hind.")

I try to understand every line of this poem. But it all just leads to longing love. Behind the sender, leaving a message:

"If you know what this poem means, please go to Mr. Bagaskoro at Villa Raja, I look forward to your arrival." The autographed one (Adhitya Bagaskoro).

The letter paper is a standard product made in Asia, It should be common letter paper everywhere. The writing is also deliberately like chicken claws, but it can still be read chicken claw writing is not too damaged must be the woman who wrote this.

The only conclusion that can be drawn at this time is that this letter was not written by Adhitya Bagaskoro. I repeated his poem trying to understand it makes me dizzy, when I want to face the other way unconsciously my gaze was even directly on someone in the corner of the train.

She is a very charming girl with long bright yellow hair and her skin looks smooth seen from her hands even her face does not look like a local really a girl that is hard to forget. He sat there quietly while reading the book he was holding, all this noise did not affect him at all.

"I didn't think you had such a hobby."

Suddenly I was shocked because my daydream was looking at the woman who was uprooted because of Fu Chen.

"But I need to warn you, you better not deal too much with that woman, she looks very dangerous." Fu's Message.

"Ehemm, yes, of course."

"His face is very familiar to me, his calm style and his distinctive smile that is very difficult to understand by people who see him and why he came to this city." I said.

"What you're saying is that it's really a bit suspicious for a gentle woman to come to this town." Fu Said.

My colleague put down the newspaper. Although he looked indifferent, but he had a strong curiosity.

"You're saying he's so familiar to you, what is this time based on? The face? The clothes? Or her behavior?" Ask Fu Chen.

"Hand." My answer. "In general, the weakest finger is the ring finger, especially in the left hand most often, whereas he easily bent the ring finger of his left hand without the other finger not being bent he did it when turning the sheet of his book with the ring finger."

"Usually only professional dancers are used to using their fingers when dancing. And the use of the ring finger is most often shown simultaneously the middle finger, as well as the ring finger as a gauge of the tempo of the dance when staged. It's so great for people who've seen those dances, I've really been watching him since." My continued.

"So, you've really noticed that I didn't think you had any weird hobbies." Said Fu with a slight tone of ridicule.

"Hey! It's not that, actually..."

"There is no need to reason the Doctor. You're just trying to cover up the facts for your hobby."

As usual he's a shitty and unforgiving man, it's also free to explain at length even he doesn't listen to me at all.

"You haven't fully explained, please continue I'm still listening."

I forgot he's super curious well let me continue.

"Ehem. The last thing I know about all this is because she's a professional dancer."

"Why do you think she's a professional dancer?" Ask Fu Chen.

"Why don't we ask the guy directly I hope this doesn't bother you Miss Miranda Jasfi?"

The woman closed her book and smiled at us while interrupting her hair into her ear.

"Of course not Doctor." Answer Miranda. "Although few know your true face at least your name has always been known in your mystery novel Doctor. Whereas I'm just a dancer sometime it'll be easy to forget and replace another great person."

"As if you flatter me too much." My reply.

This man next to me seemed confused trying to digest the situation.

"Hey you guys are playing me. The way you talk seems to have known you for a long time. And Doctor how are you sure that she's a dancer?"

Miss Miranda answered my friend's question before I said a word.

"Oh, it's easy, sir" replied Miranda. "The paper you're holding now you try to read behind it."

"Wait a minute, this is serious!? Miss Miranda Jasfi officially withdrew from the dance world during her final performance on the town hall stage."

"Well, it's me" replied Miranda. "Let me introduce myself, my name is Miranda Jasfi. I was invited by my friend who owns one of the big villas in this city. In the future please help him and his cooperation, Mr. Detective and Doctor."

"I'm Ray Wolfa you already know who I am and this is my friend Fu Chen.Please help her in the future Miss, too" I replied.

The beautiful girl smiled and at the same time the train began to slow down, indicating that it was almost at the train station.

Villa Raja, City of the Sea of Fire is in sight.