Murder In The Old Castle
225.Villa Kuning Pale
Ollan entered the villa with a pale yellow feel. The building stands firmly in a quiet hilly area. There were several other villas standing there, but they were a bit far apart. The villa is not too big, two-story, with a unique minimalist design. Henry-Rianti couples sometimes spend weekends to relax their minds in the villa.
Indeed, the Villa looks perfect for exclusion. It's aloof, away from the hustle and bustle of the city. It's just that maybe electricity access is not affordable there because it only relies on diesel power in the house, Ollan already understands that, and has considered everything.
Ollan smiled at the building, then entered the villa that felt stuffy, because long time was not used. The furniture was a little dusty, but all was functioning normally. There is a sitting room with gold velvet fabrics, as well as various furniture made of wood, adding to the exotic impression of the villa. Ollan sat for a moment in the velvet-clad chair, trying to comfort himself. He wants to free himself from all bad thoughts after various problems.
He then headed to the living room with a small dining table surrounded by four chairs. There is also a medium sized refrigerator. The dining room is directly connected to the kitchen, to streamline the function of the room. Of course, there was nothing to eat in this place. Ollan had already bought some supplies that could be used for several days.
He went to the second floor. On the second floor there are two bedrooms, as well as a balcony facing directly to the outside. From the balcony he could see the situation around the villa surrounded by small hills. Real beautiful. The villa was designed as a perfect resting place. Ollan smiled happily, standing on the edge of the balcony while looking around.
Once satisfied, he chose a bedroom on the second floor equipped with large glass, so he could observe the situation around the villa freely. he immediately threw himself on the super soft foam bed, while opening wide the glass window, letting the wind from outside blow stroking his hair.
While enjoying the rebound, he opened his phone again. There were some incoming messages, and there were some missed calls. Actually, he did not make too many missed calls because the caller number was not registered on his phone. However, there is a message that is quite disturbing.
"Ollan, where are you? Stay alert and take care of yourself! I'm Reno from the police. If anything happens call this number immediately!"
Ollan frowned for a moment. Why would a policeman tell him to be vigilant and guard himself? He's curious. What the hell is going on? However, he chose not to take the dizzy. He improved the message from Rapieno, he just wanted to vacation and calm down, so Henry Tobing did not know that he was wearing his villa.
In the end, he turned off his phone and refocused to rest. Even. He was very sure, that silence for a few days in this place will refresh his mind which is currently deadlocked.At any time dark comes, but he wants to rest for a little while, but he wants to rest for a while, before preparing dinner for himself.
He closed his eyes for a moment, but could not sleep. He opened his phone and checked the incoming messages. Suddenly, a message caught his attention. A message sent by a person whom he does not recognize.
The fish got into the trap. I hope I can enjoy the morning air tomorrow. I know where you are, Ollan. Do not forget to lock the window door, because who knows someone who infiltrated. Be carefull!
Ollan was stuck reading a short message from the unknown number. He got up to check the doors and windows. The construction is made with a concept so that there is a window that is left open so that air and sunlight can enter freely. He still could not figure out, who sent him that message?
"Maybe it's just a prankster .." he murmured.
However, the message from the police assured that the threat through the mysterious message seemed to be true. Ollan was confused. Not yet finished with grief, emerging again the threat of murder. Actually he thought practically, that he would allow himself to be killed, because he was tired of the pain of life that he experienced. However, soon the thought was pushed away.
"I don't want to die!"
***
Night began to come, darkness enveloped the city. Many people wanted to end the day's activities immediately, including Widya. She immediately tidied up her makeup equipment, as there were several artists who requested today for the purpose of filming a TV show. Some certain artists want Widya who make up, because the skills that the girl has are truly qualified. Widya is known to have a classy and natural makeup, so it looks elegant.
"You coming home, Wid?" ask Riky.
"Eh, yes Rik!"
Widya answered as she continued to tidy up her bags and dresser, without really caring about Riky's presence in that place.
"Aren't you going to Thunder?" ask Riky.
"Oh, yes I forgot to tell you that Thunder canceled the coffee because there was something he had to finish. I myself also want to quickly get home because I want to quickly rest," Widya said.
"Oh .. You guys are all busy! Okay then. I'll just drive around town alone. It's normal that singles like me, everywhere are always alone," said Riky with a wry smile.
"Do you want me to accompany you?" tawar Widya's.
"No need. You said today was very tired and wanted to get some rest. I saw there were some people you were dressing up. And I knew it must be tiring. Maybe next time. You need rest, Wid. Thank you, yes!" riky.
"Thank you for ...?"
Widya smiled at Riky's words, clasping her hand.
"No need to do that, Rik. I help you because you are my friend. Maybe one day Thunder or could be anyone I helped. Just be normal," said Widya.
Riky nodded. He let Widya out of the studio office in a hurry. Because of Widya's excitement, she even forgot to say goodbye to Riky. However, it was no big deal for Riky. After Widya died, she took out a picture of a little girl from her pocket. The photo was found by Widya while cleaning Daniel Prawira's room.
Riky looked at the photo seriously, then muttered, "I know who you are!"
***
Niken was satisfied to get information from Herman Sirait. The lawyer told me a lot about Daniel Prawira. They are still facing each other. The eyes of Herman Sirait who looked at the police woman with lust, as if he was going to eat delicious food all round. Niken was not unaware of it, but of course he just ignored the wild gaze.
"So ... Who exactly is Margaret Prawira?" ask Niken later.
"Hmm, actually Margaret is the imaginary name of Daniel Prawira. There is no name for Margaret in Daniel's life. He insisted not to bequeath his property to his two wealthy siblings. So he decided to pass the treasure on to someone who was not from his family .... "
"So this Margaret is actually someone else?" ask Niken.
"Yes, Margaret is someone else. A person whose name was deliberately changed to Margaret with a new identity. Daniel deliberately changed the name of this man to Margaret and added the name Prawira behind him to make it look like he was part of the Prawira family. His affair with Mariana did not bear fruit, and he took the initiative to do this" explained Herman Sirait.
"Thus ... Margaret is Daniel Prawira's adopted son?" Niken is getting more enthusiastic.
"really. It can be said so .... "
"Where is the foster child? why did he never show up?"
"Because that adopted son is also dead!" said Herman.
"Died?"
"Yes! The adopted son is Anita Wijaya!"
***