Murder In The Old Castle
XVIII: Oil Painting
Tiara stood in front of the oil painting hanging in front of her. An endless sense of wonder, admiring the figure of a woman in a white dress inscribed in a brushstroke in a canvas. According to him, the maestro managed to present the emotions in the painting perfectly. Highlight the eyes of the woman in the painting looked empty, desperate, her face was emitting deep uneasiness, though a smile knot was engraved on the corner of the lips. He has long admired painting. Various exhibitions of paintings in art galleries have been visited. It might sound boring, but Tiara likes it.
“This painting is perfect ...,” muttered Tiara.
Aldo Riyanda, who was focusing on reading scientific journals, turned his eyeballs towards the Tiara who stood sculpting. The young doctor candidate only smiled faintly.
“I don't like paintings very much. I'd rather research why the lost continent of Atlantis wasn't discovered until now, or who actually composed the Stonehenge stones, it's more interesting than just observing paintings for hours
“You don't understand Aldo. Painting is an art to combine different emotions. Emotions that exist when painting, will affect the results of painting.”
“Then what is the difference with writing? Painting requires brushes and canvases, writing requires a computer or other medium. Both require emotions to produce epic work,” said Aldo.
“It's true. I saw a woman's face in this painting, and tried to translate it into writing. Anastasia, maybe I can write her story as the inspiration for my next novel.”
Aldo Riyanda closed his journal, took off his glasses and put them on a small table. He became interested in the topic offered by Tiara.
“Anastasia, the beautiful woman of Mr. Anggara's wife in the painting looks grim, I don't see a hint of joy on her face. Whether this is genuine like that, just the design of the painter. “ Aldo Riyanda.
“It looks like it's real. I can feel emotional closeness when I look into her eyes, as if feeling what she feels. Looks like I have to write her tragic life story in my next novel.”
Tiara stepped up, throwing her body on the classic sofa opposite Aldo Riyanda.
“Writing his life story in a novel studded with adult scenes?” seloroh Aldo's.
“Don't discuss that, Aldo. I was embarrassed when someone brought up a scene in my novel. I've never done it straight away, it's just my wild imagination.”
“Not to be ashamed, Tiara. Almost all writers do that early in their careers. It had once occurred to season the novel with such a scene, but I finally realized that I was too naive and unromantic. There is absolutely no talent in writing erotic things. I give up.” Aldo shrugged his shoulders.
In Tiara's heart, he deeply admired the young man before him. Not as capable as Hans, but harboring a special allure that unwittingly drags his feelings to even greater heights. Slowly but surely, Aldo Riyanda's allure hypnotizes into Tiara's subconscious.
“It's good. Writing something that arouses lust is not a feat to be proud of!”
The two stared at each other, trying to pry at the contents of each other's minds. In Aldo's eyes, Tiara is a pretty attractive woman, a little shy, intelligent, and has incredible courage. For her, physical beauty is not everything. Aldo looked more at women than what was stuck in his brain.
Adrianna Chen suddenly emerged from the dining hall, carrying a glass of lemon juice. His smile was bright, with an elegant look as usual. Her body was wrapped in a slightly open dress on the chest, and the skirt part was open up to the thighs. The motif of the large flowers seemed very suitable to be worn on a slightly hot afternoon of the day.
“Which other?” hello Adrianna. He chose to sit next to Tiara.
“Tak knows. They may get bored in this house. Why don't we just tell Mr. Anggara's death to the police, so that he fully reveals what happened in this house?” aldo's Proposal.
“Takas easy as you think, Aldo. Even Helen chose silence. In the next few days, if this case does not progress, I will return to Jakarta to continue my life. It's enough I'm rotting here,” Adrianna said.
“They will not allow, until the case is revealed,” Tiara continued.
“Kurasa Karina has taken the right step. He managed to sneak out of this house and maybe he had enjoyed his day at the pool, or ate at a famous restaurant, watched a movie in the cinema and whatever it was.” Adrianna took a slow breath.
“You sure Karina is okay?” aldo asked while looking hard at Adrianna's face.
“Oh, forget it! This castle is far from civilization. Surely it is not easy to get out of here without a car or the help of others.”
Aldo threw his face away, to prevent Adrianna from asking further the whereabouts of Karina.
The young woman was a beard. Anxiety instantly crept in his heart. What Aldo said is true. It is not easy to get out of this castle.
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The smell of bacon came out from the kitchen, as Helen prepared the food for dinner. Skill in cooking is worth a thumbs up. There is no disappointing menu. Everything seems to be formulated by a famous chef who is already a professional. Helen is so good at combining various types of spices, to create a dish that is amazingly delicious.
“Where did you learn all this, Helen?” asked Mariah who was sitting while watching Helen cook.
“Ibuku one of the reliable cooks. He forced me to study the hard way. He hit or doused my face with water when I was wrong. From childhood I used to cook perfectly, can not be mistaken.”
Helen answered while continuing to focus on cutting onions.
Mariah admired Helen, a middle-aged woman who was so adept at taking care of various household affairs. In addition to good at cooking, the work is also always neat almost flawless. The floor is always clean, the room is always neat and various furniture looks well maintained. Since young, Helen has served Mr. Anggara. It was even thrown, that Helen gave the rest of her life to take care of Mr. Anggara.
From the outside veranda, Ammar Marutami appears in a bright color shirt suit. His smile was wide, then dipped his lips on his wife's forehead.
“Against learning to cook?” greet Ammar.
“No. I'll never be able to match Helen's greatness when it comes to cooking. Where have you been?” ask Mariah.
“I was in the tea garden for a while. It's kind of creepy in there, because it's so quiet. So I decided to go back. By the way, I want to see a collection of old writings that are in the basement, Helen!” ammar.
Helen was shocked for a moment. In the basement there is the body of Mr. Anggara. Suddenly his face paled, not knowing what to say.
“The basement is very dirty and smelly, sir. Maybe I'll clean it first and..”.
“Not necessary, Helen! I'm a cop who's used to the most disgusting things in the world. Anyway I just went downstairs for a while and picked up a book, not to stay there. You want to accompany me, honey? Who knows you can meet your friend from a different world ..” take Ammar to his wife.
“I've been there a lot, honey. There were only lonely spirits screaming. I don't want to deal with them. Get alone and come back soon!”
Ammar. Helen only hopes that the existence of the body is unknown to Ammar. He could only resign when Ammar opened the window and descended into the basement.
The change in Helen's face made Mariah want to know.
“You why Helen? You look worried? Pain?”
Helen shook her head quickly. No question from Mariah. His mind is not calm.
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