Murder In The Old Castle
154. Red Dress
Nayya slowly opened her eyes. He felt a cold chill run through his skin. The wall clock shows almost two o'clock in the morning. The atmosphere is quiet and quiet. He looked around, looking for Gerry. Unfortunately, he did not find the young man. Anxiety crept up immediately. He got up, then walked towards the bathroom.
“Ger ... Are you in the bathroom?” asked Nayya while knocking on the bathroom door slowly.
No word from the bathroom. Nayya was getting more worried. He walked towards the balcony, opened the door, and let the cold wind blow toying with his hair. He held both hands together while looking at the quiet atmosphere of the city. He was worried about Gerry's situation, because he could not find him.
“He is dead!”
Suddenly he heard a loud voice behind him. Nayya turned around, finding the figure of the killer behind her. The parasites looked cold, as cold as the night breeze that bit the skin.
“Where is he?” ask Nayya full of search.
Nayya held the figure suspiciously, while taking a few steps back.
“As I said earlier, he's dead!” say that figure firmly.
“No! You must be lying! Gerry can't die!” nayya said with a trembling voice.
A few days of being held captive with Gerry fostered a sense of solidarity and care in Nayya's heart. They had fought together to escape from the clutches of the demonic creature. Of course, he didn't want anything to happen with Gerry.
“It's up to you to believe me or not, Nay. In reality, Gerry was dead, burning with my rental car into the abyss. My one task has been exceeded, and I feel relieved!”
Nayya's feelings were mixed. He did not want to believe the words of that figure. He wanted to hit the figure, but he realized that he felt weak. His bones are stripped. The figure's words about Gerry's death made the spirit that flared in his chest as if extinguished. He has no effort anymore. He also wanted to die that day.
“You savage .... “
Nayya muttered slowly, but only replied with a grin.
“You don't need to be that emotional, Nay. Gerry is nobody to you. He deserves it. You never know how many mistakes he made. Now he gets a proper reply. So you don't have to mourn his death!”
“You're the one who'll get the right reply! You will rot in hell, and you will die suffering!” curse Nayya.
“You can say whatever you want, Nayya. That doesn't change anything. Gerry is still dead and his body may never be found. As for you, it might also die even if not in the near future. Maybe we'll rarely meet after this. The police will isolate everyone involved in Jenny's murder, including me. You know, I've been planning a surprise for them. The stupid cops thought that isolation would make it easier to catch me. They wrong. Not that easy!”
Nayya gave no response. He doesn't care. In his mind now, he was still worried about Gerry's state. He hoped that what the figure said was just a lie to scare him. He didn't want anything to happen to Gerry.
“Oya, I have something for you!” say that figure suddenly.
She went inside, and soon came out carrying a bright red dress.
“You know whose this dress belongs to?” ask that figure.
Nayya shook her head, as she had never seen that bright red dress before. The dress looks a little sensual, sleeveless with a low chest cut.
“This is the dress Jenny wore when I killed her. I accidentally left her half naked in the bathroom. She looks beautiful in this dress. Maybe if you are wearing this dress also look beautiful.”
The figure thrust the dress at Nayya, but the girl immediately refused.
“I won't wear that dress!”
“Colah. I want you to look beautiful before you die. Or do you want me to wear that dress?” said the figure while grinning.
“Hmm. All right, it's okay not to wear this dress. I still smell the cheap perfume Jenny wears on this dress. Unfortunately, it made my hatred for him peak. I never regretted killing her,” said the figure while sipping on the dress she was holding.
“I want to sleep ...”
Nayya sighed, not caring about the figure still standing in front of her. He walked into the apartment. There was a sense of sadness clumping on his chest. Gerry's shadow was still swirling in his head. In silence, unbeknownst to the figure, Nayya shed tears.
***
Morning greeted the city. Thin fog enveloped the corners, accompanying all the activities of residents. It's a day that some people who were involved in Jenny's murder never expected. Today, they have to attend an invitation, or rather a summons from the police to start the isolation.
In a room with light green shades, Lena packed some of her clothes lazily. He realized, isolation will shackle him from pleasure, and of course the lecture activities will be temporarily stopped.
The door of the room opened, a middle-aged man with a cigarette pipe gagged his mouth, staring at the unrest Lena felt.
“So you will fulfill that police call?” ask the middle-aged man.
“Iya Father. I'm really lazy, but it's a must. I'm sorry Dad, some days I made Dad feel troubled and uncomfortable with this situation.”
The man did not say a word. He just dissolves in his own mind.
“Do you think that I committed the series of murders? Do you think I could do that to someone else?” ask Lena.
The man shook his head weakly as he said,” No, son. That's not what I think. I just feel like I failed. Your late mother once told me to take good care of you. I guess I failed to do it.”
“Daddy has taken good care of me. No need to say that!”
The man nodded, then exited the room while closing the door. Suddenly Lena felt sad to have to leave her father alone. Sometimes he had to make coffee for his father. He thought, if later he was isolated, then his father would meet all his own needs.
Since his mother died of cancer, his father became more quiet, although sometimes he also easily rose blood. Lena understands the father's unstable changes. He must have been devastated by his mother's death.
There is no time to unload old memories. Lena should be at the police station by noon. Rasty promises to pick her up, rather than take a taxi. After all his belongings were neatly packed, he just waited for Rasty's arrival.
“Until how long?” ask the father.
“Not yet know Dad. Hopefully not too long, until the real killer is found,” Lena said.
“May the killer be found soon,” whispered Lena's father.
The girl nodded. He himself did not have any shadow of how the isolation process would be. Not long after, the sound of Rasty's car horn was already heard in front of the house. In a hurry, Lena held up her backpack, kissing her father's hand.
“Lena departs yes Yah!” pamit Lena's.
“Dear yourself, Son!”
The middle-aged man ordered. He stared at the daughter's departure alone with a sad look, from behind the curtains in the living room.
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