Murder In The Old Castle
XXXIG. The Secret of AP
Adrianna was still standing with a piercing gaze at the heart of Maira's defense. Michael is caught between two angry young women. He wanted to break up, but it was better to wait for what happened. Maira was still sitting with an innocent look.
“That perfume is impossible to walk alone to your room, Maira. I know you've wanted that perfume for a long time. This theft has degraded your reputation!” adrianna Serang.
Maira threw away her face while saying casually,”Don't be silly, Adrianna. I honestly say that the taste of the perfume you wear does not reflect my personality at all. Even I think a little bit of a village. So why did I take that perfume? Very time wasting.”
“So you dodged having taken that perfume?” ask Adrianna.
“Of course, Adrianna. I don't know how the perfume was in my closet. Maybe someone put it there intentionally to divide and make things worse. All this time I didn't care about what you were wearing. Even if you walk naked, I'll never care, Adrianna!” reply Maira.
Adrianna still looks up blood. His breath was wheezing, and his jaw clenched in anger. Michael immediately mediates. He stood up, and motioned for the two to be silent.
“Alright, Ladies! Please shut up for a second! Really, I have no intention of interfering in your personal affairs. I'm not defending any of you either. But I'm here to suggest restraining each other. The perfume was found. So there's nothing more to fuss about. The problem of who is the thief, we need to research further. So, end this showdown!” michael said firmly.
Adrianna took a breath. Slowly he lowered his temperament, though still not satisfied. He stared at Maira who seemed to act innocent. After snorting to let go of his annoyance, he immediately turned his back in haste, walking towards the outside.
“He's looking for trouble with the wrong person!” maira muttered with a smile.
“Stop spreading hate, Maira. Remember, one of them is a psychopath who is after your life. You must remain vigilant!” michael's Advice.
“Sorry Michael! I'm more suspicious of you than anyone else in this house. So don't pretend to be nice in front of me. Don't ever come near me again!”
Maira said curtly, before moving away from the middle room. Michael stared at Maira's departure in amazement. He is alone in the middle room. His eyes suddenly pounded on a large painting of a woman in a white dress. Highlight her eyes the woman in the painting gushed strangely as if symbolizing despair. He stood closer, palpating the rough texture of the canvas. What a perfect oil paint scratch. At the lower end of the painting, there is a signature of the painter with a small inscription.
Dedicated to Anastasia Pratiwi.
Anastasia Pratiwi, wife of Anggara Laksono who is so beautiful, but her beauty is so mysterious. The red hue on the cheeks was as real, as a fresh plum in spring. Michael recalls the name Anastasia Pratiwi. The name is not foreign. But where is it?
Anastasia Pratiwi's. Anastacia ... Anastacia ... Hm. Who exactly is this woman?
Her memory floated on the old diary book that Karina found in the basement. He smiled for a moment. The parasites turned happy.
Ahahah! Anastasia Pratiwi is an extension of the initials AP as printed on the front page of the diary. So all this time, the diary was written by the late Anastasia, although it seems unfinished. It's exciting! I need to be able to find the secret in it.
Michael murmured in his heart. He rushed to the room, to re-learn the contents of the old diary that was kept somewhat hidden behind a pile of clothes. He didn't want the book to fall into someone else's hands. His desire to solve cases is intensifying. He did not want Ammar to move faster than him.
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A dark blue taxi entered the castle gate. Doctor Dwi immediately went out to look for Ammar, regardless of the other passengers. It seems he was in a hurry to deliver an important message to Ammar.
Hans chose to stay in the park. He felt tired because previously basking in the heat of the sun just to find a ride. Relief broke out as he was able to return safely to the castle. Otherwise, it is certain that he will die of rot in the tea garden area.
“Let me drive inside to meet Aldo Riyanda,” Helen told the newly arrived young girl. The girl was still standing while gazing all over the castle in astonishment.
“This is the residence of Mr Anggara?” ask the young girl.
Helen explained to the young girl without any mention of the murder, so as not to cause panic. While the girl was still standing in amazement looking around the castle.
To him, this was an incredible sight. Never in his mind did a large building surrounded by tea gardens, as if there was no life, turn out to be inhabited by many humans.
The dark blue taxi moved backwards, then drove away from the castle area.
“Let's take you in!” take Helen.
“Thank you,” replied the girl.
Hans only smiled a mischievous smile as the girl turned to him. His face still implies an icy view of Antarctica.
“You go in first. I'll enjoy the atmosphere of the park for a while. You're going to town again to do some shopping, Helen? If you are ready, I will wait here!” hans.
Helen nodded.
“The guy's a writer too?” ask the young girl to Helen.
“Yes, his name is Hans Christopher. Admirers of beautiful women. So do not be surprised if his behavior is sometimes like that,” explained Helen.
“Hans Christopher? Of course I've heard that. A famous author. Don't worry, I work in a women's magazine. Men like Hans I often meet in everyday life, so I am not surprised by his attitude.”
The young girl followed Helen's steps into the inner area of the castle. In the living room, this girl is more amazed to see various trinkets and ornaments that decorate every corner of the room.
“Oya, what's your name?” ask Helen.
“My name is Elina Agustin. Call me Elin or Lina. Whatever,” said the girl named Elina Agustin.
“Ooh, okay. I'll call Aldo Riyanda to you!”
Helen rushed inside, leaving Elina still amazed by the atmosphere of the room. He stepped to look at the living room, feel the texture of the objects displayed there. Shortly after, he walked out of the living room with a confused face, returning to the park because he realized something was missing. A diamond bracelet no longer coiled around his wrist.
In the front garden, he didn't see Hans or anyone. Perhaps the man had entered the castle without his knowledge. Elina was worried because the bracelet had its own historical meaning in life. He scanned the ground, looking in case the bracelet fell there. Not long after, his smile widened. An object glittering over the sun was immediately picked up, mounted on the wrist
I can't lose this gift bracelet from Aldo, he murmured inwardly.
While far away on the top floor of the castle, precisely in an empty attic, a human figure watched Elina's movements from above carefully. Smile rattled.
A new victim has arrived. No one can get out of this castle alive! Mumbled that figure.
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