Marrying the Killer of my Girlfriend
HOKEY-POKEY

I went back to Josh Rainer's house on Sunday morning.

Questions have been gathered in my head to find out the truth of what happened in this house.

Before entering Josh's room, I met Rikian on the porch and talked to him about the state of the house after I left.

“Is Josh tantrum again?” I pretended to be worried.

“No Doc, everything is safe under control,” Rikian said as he helped carry the bag containing my clothes.

“Suster Diana also took care of Josh all day yesterday right?”

“Iya Doc, as per the instructions of Madam. Madam herself just returned from Singapore last night,” replied Rikian.

Celine who's planning something with Becca has returned.

I just wanted to get into Josh's room when I cross paths with Celine and Diana at the door.

They walked side by side with facial expressions that seemed to scorn me.

I can say they are very suitable to play as a brother and sister and a soap opera.

“How was Josh's progress during this one week?” ketus tanyanya.

“How about I do regular observation this morning I first reported to Mom?” bargain me while pushing Josh's room door.

“I couldn't get in, last night he was still yelling at me,” Celine explained.

“Explain to me here,” his orders to me.

I complied while trying to find a loophole to pry for other information.

“Josh recorded a good improvement in his trauma recovery. He knows the objects around him and uses them well. He also understands how to draw, but can't write yet,” I explained.

“To this day, he still doesn't remember anything that happened before the accident. He also has trouble talking. He is also still resistant to some things that I also really want to know why,” I said.

“What's it?” ask her in a high tone.

“First, anything related to Mother Celine. Secondly, she was also resistant to abusive speech or mentally assaulting speech, as Sister Diana had done several times. But to me and Mr. Rikian, he is adorable like a child,” I said plainly.

Celine seemed to gulp while Diana looked at Celine like she was asking for support.

“Why is Josh so ugly about you guys? Did you guys do anything bad to Josh after the accident?”

Celine doesn't want to listen to me anymore.

“It's none of your business,” he said.

“Of course it's my business because I'm the doctor. I need to know what's mentally retarding him to make sure he's healed. Celine's mom wants Mom's kid to heal, right? “ tanyaku insinuating it.

“Of course. He's my son,” he said in a hurry.

“Josh just misjudged with me,”

“What was wrong?”

“You don't need to know because it's the business of the Gurnawijaya family,” he counsels me.

“My orders are clear to you, heal him. But don't nuisance my family's personal problems.”

Celine then just passed by. While in front of me, Diana looked at me with a scornful look.

I don't give a shit.

All I care about right now is what's behind the door of this room.

Josh Rainer's.

When I got into the room, she was still asleep in her bed.

I approached her and woke her up slowly.

“Josh,” I move his shoulder.

He quickly opened his eyes.

Then somehow, she pushed me to get close to her while I was trying to check her heartbeat with a stethoscope.

Now I hit him on the bed!

He then held my body tight so as not to move.

After that, I felt his breath on my neck.

Keep going up to my ear.

Now his lips are on my face.

I'm sculpting. I don't know what's going on.

“Josh, no,” I groan while trying to escape.

He didn't relax his hook. He also did not move his lips from my ears.

“Sa.sickness.. It hurts so.” he whispered to me.

Then quickly let go of me. Coinciding with the sound of the room door that splashed open.

Diana had just entered along with the notebook in her hand.

And I immediately got up from Josh Rainer's body, trying to look nothing while checking his heartbeat.

Did he see it?

Diana's gaze was the same as when I was dismissed by Celine at the door. Scornful gazes.

Oh, excellent. That means it wasn't caught.

I looked at Josh and he did look paler than yesterday.

Though the observation of the heart, breath and temperature are all fine.

What did Josh mean?

What pain does he have?

 I instructed Josh to have breakfast first before we started therapy.

Pretended therapy of course. Josh doesn't need any therapy except acting still amnesiacs in front of Sister Diana, who watches over Josh closely.

I chose to go to this reading room for some reason.

Because I need to extract more information from Josh Rainer.

And the only way is to get the paper and pen closer in front of Josh Rainer. With Diana's strict supervision, this was the only way I could think of.

Then I started my plan.

“Josh, see all the medals here. It's all yours,” I said.

I then played some of the videos I got from his father's work rack. Josh Rainer's violin video games at various international competitions.

He still showed his flat face in front of Diana. To my dismay, he still looks pale. Even paler than before.

“Josh, are you sick? Why pale?” I asked after we watched the video.

I glared at Diana, wanting to know her response. And he looked like he was throwing his face away, like he was hiding something.

Josh answered nothing to me.

“Oh well if you don't feel sick, maybe you're sleep deprived? We'll finish this therapy fast yes then you can sleep.”

He still equal not retaliating for anything.

Perhaps more accurately, he did not want to reply to any response in front of Diana's face.

I then moved from my place and picked up one of the heirlooms in this room.

Josh's Violin.

“Well, this is your life,” I told him.

“Josh, you must remember that you are a professional violinist who is famous abroad! Would you like to try playing it?”

I was pleasant to offer him. Of course he would still act quietly in his wheelchair.

“It's okay Josh, just slow down yeah.  Want to see how to play the violin? I show you now.”

Well, here's the time.

I then gave her some paper score one of the classic songs on the top shelf. I picked it up and gave it an invisible pen to use for Josh to write information for me.

“Try to choose one song what you want to hear,” I told him to choose.

He then pointed at one piece of paper randomly.

 It was Moonlight Sonata by Beethoven.

One of my favorite pieces I used to play with my pianika.

Stories about the bitterness of living because loved ones left many times.

Similar to my condition now that my lover died, eh?

“Thank you Josh, look at me carefully yes.”

Then I tried to play it.

Tone of each tone.

Temple by temple.

Everything is precision and nothing goes out of control.

I played it from my heart.

Surely I can't be as good as Josh at playing the violin.

However, I really enjoyed Josh's violin game which was of excellent quality. The violin that has traveled to various parts of the world with Josh Rainer.

The last time I played violin was back in High School, when I joined a classical music club. I was free to borrow my school violin at the time.

While Dio, in the corner of the club room always tried to imitate me with a piano. Put it in harmony.

That was once.

And now, 8 years after that, I'm back to playing the unusual violin. This violin already has its own experience in various countries with performances in many competitions.

Through the magical hand of Josh Rainer.

I was immersed in my own game when I realized I should have been watching Josh. Did he manage to write something down on his front score paper?

When I looked at Josh, he was flinching in his place.

He was fixedly looking at me.

Watching my amateur violin show.

With sparkling eyes, which I've only seen since I worked here.

I was a little awkward but I felt good in my heart.

Don't know why.

As I came to my senses, Diana also seemed to be hypnotized by my play.

This is a good moment.

I glanced at Josh giving a signal through my eyes to write something on the sheet paper on the table in front of him.

It turned out, without me realizing he was already holding a single folded paper in his hand.

Gotchas!

In one quick gesture, Josh put it in a violin bag in front of the scattered sheet of sheet paper.

I then turned my face towards Diana to check if she was still hypnotized by my play and make sure that she did not notice any unusual moves from Josh.

But what I didn't expect happened.

He's seen.

At high speed, Diana moved towards Josh Rainer's seat and snatched something that Josh had put in his violin bag.

Paper score.

With a grin, Diana looked at me as she said, "Caught wet."