Murder In The Old Castle
III. A Surprised
Tiara could not close her eyes. The atmosphere of this room is foreign. Silent outside, there was no sound whatsoever, just the rhythmic sound of the beating of the wall clock hanging on the wall. There is no interesting interior. Tulip garden painting, with a windmill house decorating the top side of the bed. Wooden wardrobes, sleeping lights, and wooden chairs all look ancient. Tiara was thrown in a medieval castle.
Then he stood in front of a large glass window connected to the outside area. There is only darkness as far as the eye can see. This place is so remote. No signal was detected. Tiara was inexhaustible, how could the people here possibly survive far from civilization.
Wh-tok-tok!
The door to his room was knocked. Tiara looked away. This late, who's knocking on the door?
Helen's?
She hesitated to open the door, finding a cold-looking man without a smile. Tiara immediately recognized the vampire's face. Hans Christopher, the author who likes to tell the life of ancient Greek gods. His smile was so cold at the tip of his lips.
“You haven't slept?” ask Hans.
“I can't sleep. Can I help you?” answer Tiara.
“I can't sleep either. I had two cups of coffee. Caffeine makes my eyes hard to shut. I think I need a friend to talk to tonight,”, Hans said. His gaze that was as sharp as an eagle pierced through to the heart.
“Sorry, but I think I should be alone,” Tiara was about to close the door, but Hans hand swiftly held it in.
“Ten minutes. I-i promise. Let me in!” hans Pinta.
Tiara had no other choice. Hans immediately stepped into the gloomy room, walked around, then leaned against the wall while crossing his arms.
“I love your novel, really!” hans said later.
“You read it?” Tiara surprised. Totally out of his brain, author Hans Christopher took the time to read his cheap novels.
“Not all. Maybe two or three novels. Mr. Anggara is right. Actually your novel is good, it's just unlucky. Moreover, the hot scene was extremely vulgar. You do that often?”
The deg!
Hans's question made Tiara's heart beat faster. To be honest, he felt uncomfortable when a reader discussed the sex scene he decrypted vividly in his pen strokes.
“I've never done that before. Sorry.”
“This is interesting. Though I felt an incredible sensation when reading your novel,” Hans smiled meaningfully. Tiara did not dare to interpret the meaning of that smile.
“Sorry if it makes you uncomfortable,” Tiara flutter. He felt like he was drowning in a bottomless pool of water.
“Thereverse. I really enjoyed it.”
“Thank you.”
Hans Christopher's sharp eyes grabbed Tiara's awkward gaze. He approached Tiara who was sitting on the side of the bed. Her smile is so cold. Tiara felt a little scared.
“You feel what's written in your novel tonight?” take Hans, touch Tiara's cheek.
Tiara. Really, he felt that what Hans was doing was out of bounds. He stood up, brushed off Hans' hand.
“Sorry, I think it's been ten minutes we talked. Please out!” tiara.
“Not even five minutes we chat,” please Hans.
“If you have no objection, please stay my room! Tired so much today, and I want to get some rest,” said Tiara, opening the room door, allowing Hans to come out.
“Good. L'm out. But if you change your mind, you know where to go,” Hans goes out. Before actually coming out, he stopped in front of Tiara while whispering softly in her ear,” My room is at the end of this hallway and not in the key ..”
“Goodnight, Hans!”
After Hans died, Tiara threw himself on a soft, soft and comfortable mattress. The scent of lavender permeates his sense of smell. His eyes closed, releasing a whack of fatigue. He took the delusion to fly to a garden filled with purple lavender flowers. Lying on the reumputan, inhaling the scent of nature that was so pure. Secretly, one question came up. Still inexhaustible, how could Hans be interested in him?
***
Breakfast was served at exactly seven in the morning. From the early hours of the morning, Helen had been busy preparing everything. Porcelain plates are neatly arranged, side by side with crystal glasses filled with water. The smell of grilled meat combined with mashed potatoes, gave rise to a very tickling aroma.
All the guests were seated in their seats. Tiara wore a flowery blouse suit, combined with an elegant black skirt. The other women also looked bright. They try to look their best, with the best dresses and makeup. The men don't want to lose. Elegant look is deliberately shown, like a dandy bird that attracts its partner. Hans Christopher glanced at Tiara, stealing a kerling. Tiara looked away.
Thirty minutes passed. The guests are tired of waiting. Rania also started to get restless. Meanwhile, the dandy queen Maira Susanti was busy pecking herself in front of a small mirror. For a moment, she took out a lipstick and applied it on the surface of her sexy lips.
Cornellio tapped the spoon on the surface of the crystal glass to repel boredom.
“Have half an hour we waited,” riled Michael Smith.
“Pak Anggara has never been this slow before. Sorry,” said Rania.
“Why don't you tap her room to find out?” advice Karina Ivanova, the girl of Eastern Europe.
“My stomach is very hungry. I think we should eat first don't wait for him,” annoyed Hans Christopher.
“We wait another five minutes, after which I will go upstairs to check on him,” said Rania.
Unfortunately, five minutes passed, Mr. Anggara still did not show the trunk of his nose. The guests were getting more agitated, feeling the hunger pinched the stomach.
“Alright, I'll ride!”
Rania immediately got up from her seat, towards Pak Anggara's room located on the third floor, the top floor of this house. There are only two rooms on the third floor, namely the Pak Anggara room which is connected to the workspace.
Before long, Rania was knocked down the stairs with an anxious face.
“He's not in his room! ” says Rania.
“Someone who saw it this morning where is it?” ask Aldo Riyanda.
“Maybe another walk in the park?” chirps Adrianna Chen.
“Well, my detective instincts are starting to squirm! Let's just go find it. Maybe he's again taking a walk around the house,” said Michael Smith excitedly. No wonder, his detective novels are very popular with a wide audience. He is smart about this.
“ Can I just stay here and have breakfast first? I really can't stand it!” cornellio.
“Sorry. We'd better find Mr. Anggara first. I'm afraid there's nothing with him. He's my responsibility,” said Rania.
“Oke.OK. I concur. Let's find him!” Aldo Riyanda who started standing, followed by several other writers.
To be honest, this situation worried Tiara. Especially when he saw the face of Rania who looked panicked. He hopes Mr. Anggara is walking in the park or other places around the house.
This house is surrounded by a vast tea garden, maybe Mr. Anggara is not in the mood for sarapa morning, and spend time to breathe oxygen in the plantation.
All residents of the house circled the house, combing from the top to the bottom floor. Tiara doesn't know where to go. He just followed the steps of other writers who seemed confused as well.
“Axiety?” greet the handsome young man who suddenly walked behind Tiara.
Oh, Aldo Riyanda's.
He was walking along the side of the house connected to the backyard.
“Iya, little.”
Tiara awkwardly faced Aldo Riyanda, a writer who has a lot of female fans. He looked so handsome that morning.
“I hope the old man is okay,” Aldo said.
Tiara smiled slightly.
“Aaaaaaahhhh...!!”
There was a scream of a woman coming from the backyard, which was a wide veranda, with rest gazebos, complete with a swimming pool in the middle of the land.
Aldo and Tiara immediately ran towards the sound of screams. Seen there, Adrianna Chen stood there trembling. His face was terrified as he pointed towards the swimming pool.
Before long, the other writers came to the backyard.
A corpse floated in the middle of the pond!
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