Murder In The Old Castle
321. Music from the Attic
There are no roosters to welcome a quiet morning. Dew was still scattered in the grass, a thin mist enveloping the atmosphere of the castle. Birds chirping frivolously, kicking a flock began a somber day. The residents of the castle began to wake up from their sleep. From the morning, Mariah was already walking around the castle, looking at the neatly arranged flower garden. He tried to forget the incident last night that had hit him while walking in the front yard of the castle, accompanied by his husband, Ammar Marutami.
Mariah plucked the withered leaves, then collected them in plasttic pouches. It also rearranges the small pots that it arranges in such a way, until it becomes a beautiful arrangement. He wanted to momentarily forget the incident last night, but it was not easy. Ammar also tried not to bring up the incident.
"Who are the crazy people who put the sack of rice?" muttered Mariah later.
"One of your friends, Mariah. However, whoever it was, he was a heartless sadistic psychopath. He was able to finish off his own friends so brutally, almost like a barbarian without feeling. Who is like that among them? Do you have any information about them one by one?" ask Ammar.
Mariah shook her head while taking a breath. He said, "We haven't seen each other since High School. But there are also those who meet again because of college at the same campus, some are still harboring their old love. It used to be that our High School was very familiar. I can't believe there is such a terrible event like this. I can't believe my friend could do this crazy thing."
"Have any of them been bullied or mentally hurt in the past?" ask Ammar.
"Until I don't. It's just that, sometimes we used to like to prank Maya, because she's the most innocent among us. He's smart, but he looks cute and different, so we like to tease him. But we don't mean to hate or anything. We love Maya, because she is our best friend. Maya herself also seems to have no problem with this," explained Mariah.
"What about their love story? Was the time in High School there any monkey love stories between them?"
"When High School, we often hang out together, so it can be said that our friendship no longer looks at love. Everything looks so sincere and pure, not just love between men and women. We broke that boundary together. I can't be sure if there's any pent-up love between us, because everything's going so familiar and normal" Mariah said.
Ammar only mangosteen heard his wife's words. He wanted to know, what was actually hidden from the bonds of friendship that at first glance seemed very close and harmonious, but kept the rottenness in it. In fact, some want to break the bond of friendship in a dirty and vile way.
"Today who's preparing breakfast?" tanya Ammar tried to shift the subject.
"Today Rosita said she'd make a special breakfast. I don't know, I don't think he's very good at cooking, I hope the food this morning is acceptable to the tongue" said Mariah.
The couple left the front yard, heading for a side yard through a hallway covered by a gondola filled with vines, thus forming a natural roof. The morning breeze was still blowing gently, bringing a positive aura to the entire corner of the castle. The terrible events of last night slowly began to erode. The residents tried to forget the incident.
Dimas and Reno are already preparing to set off for the falls, tracking down Stella and Nadine. All their equipment was prepared, including drinking water and some loaves of bread that Rosita was preparing in the kitchen. They hoped that the two women could be found safe.
"Aren't you waiting for breakfast?" ask Rosita while rubbing the bread sheet with margarine, then put it in the toaster.
Rosita nodded. After the preparations for Reno and Dimas were ready, Rosita wrapped the bread in food wrapping paper, then handed it to them. Reno and Dimas don't want to linger. They immediately carried out their duties to explore the forest and its surroundings. Meanwhile, the other residents are still not seen waking up, still engrossed in their respective rooms.
Rosita continued her activities in the kitchen. This morning, he replaced Mariah's duty to prepare breakfast. He will try his skills in cooking fried rice. He was always curious about his own cooking. All this time, the one who praised his cooking was Edwin, the husband. He wanted someone else to praise his cooking. He will do the proof.
The ingredients to make fried rice he has prepared, including spices that he must puree and he cut into small pieces. Of course this is a bit troublesome, because usually he cooks only for two servings, but this time he cooks in large portions. It works the right dose, so that the taste of the cuisine is not too bland or excessive.
The atmosphere of the castle is still empty. Rosita cooks while singing. It should not be slow, in order to present it on time. In terms of cooking, this is certainly not the first time. However, he still wanted to serve the best for the other castle residents.
When engrossed in cooking, incense sounds music that seems to sound close. At first glance it looks like a piano clink, but Rosita makes sure that the sound she hears is not the sound of the piano. He turned off the stove, then turned the hearing back on. The sound of the music was chanting a popular children's song. It looks like this is the sound of a music box!
"Who's playing this early-morning music box?" mummified Rosita.
He walked into the back room with a ladder to the attic. The sound of music clinking seemed to come from the direction of the attic. His curiosity is growing. For a moment he forgot the fried rice seasoning that he had sauteed on the frying pan. He is more interested in the sound of music that sounds melodious in his ear.Tak usually there is a sound of music early in the morning like this.
He stood in front of the stairs that connected with the attic. The sound of music still flowed, increasingly disturbing curiosity.he stepped slowly up the attic. However, in the middle of the sudden the clinking of the music stopped. It did not dampen Rosita's steps to continue to climb the stairs to the end. Now he arrived at the dark room.
"Who's here?" ask Rosita.
He stepped foot, into the roomy attic space. Only, the attic looks stuffy and dusty. The only light came from the reflection of the light in the large glass window that was on the side of the attic. The clink of music resounded, this time more clearly audible. However, Rosita could not confirm where the source of the sound was. It seemed so close, but Rosita saw nothing there.
"Rose!"
Suddenly a voice called. Rosita turned her face to the right and to the left, looking for who called her. However, he found no one around. The feathers bristled. He immediately turned his back, intending to leave the attic area!
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