Secrets of Lakefront House
CHAPTER 50. SHAKEDOWN

Jonathan's right. Today is a beautiful day is perfect for driving to the lake the sun is shining not too hot and the sky is clear blue. Jilena carefully remained within the normal speed limit, until she passed the sign announcing she was leaving the city limits of Lembayung. He reduced the speed of his car, pressed the pedal down and was pleased with the snoring of the engine as he circled the bend.

If it wasn't for him going to Arsyanendra lake house, and—that it was suffocating his chest, not to mention the pounding of his heart it was causing pain, it would have been a very wonderful trip.

He turned to the road that led to the Green Lake. Before he reached the small harbor, he turned left towards the houses scattered by the beach. It had only been a week since the last time he took that path, when—Keenan Hadinata had told him about the skeleton that had been found. He took a deep breath and exhaled, deciding to enter or stand near the Arsyanendra lake house.

When he reached the stunning lakeside home, there were no other cars there, thanks to his speeding mercedez bens. After all, the detectives had to gather help before heading there.

Jilena got out of her car and walked to the place where the skeletal remains had been found. TKP footage is still being installed around the site, and construction of the new cabin appears to have been halted until it was cleared by authorities.

He ducked under the tape and stood by the lake. A wave of grief struck him over what Ramira had experienced.  Mariana may be a bad mother but Ramira loves her mother, but Ramira still loves her. Didn't know her mother was dead.

 Ramira once shared with Jilena how she felt like an orphan. The feeling was understandable, but could Ramira know her mother died? Does that make him feel like an orphan?

Jilena put the thought out of her mind, upset at herself because she let—imagination go too far. Sweet Ramira won't hurt a fly.

His gaze explored the shallow grave where the skeleton was found. In his mind, he saw a suspicious unknown item. From the beginning, when he asked his secret contact in the forensic lab about the pendant, he also asked if they had found anything, such as a button or cufflink or something. At that time, the answer was no. Maybe whatever it was has appeared now. Jilena was sure she had seen something.

He turned around when he heard the sound of a car on the dusty asphalt road. The detectives had arrived, followed by a patrol car with two uniformed officers and a third person in the back seat. Ducking under the tape, he rushed to meet them. “Halo, kids,” him

it was greeted when Jonathan and Wira got out of their car.

"Why am I not surprised you're already here." Jonathan showed me quickly

smile, then turn to the officer and the unknown woman. “Let's go inside."

Jonathan knocked on the front door hard. When no one answered, he tried

opened and locked. He took out a key picking device from his pocket and within seconds he opened the door.

"Why can't you do it for my drawer?" Jilena asked, half joking.

He has not told her that he has found the key, but now is not the time, it is better to get into it.

Jonathan lets Detective Wira in first, Jilena approaches the man.

The officers and the woman followed Jonathan.

"Who is that?" Jilena asked Jonathan in a low voice, gesturing to him

towards the woman.

“That's Lesti from the criminal lab. Lucky once he's in town because there's some other business or we'll keep waiting for him.”

Jilena looked around the living room as others spread out, looking—through the house. Almost everything is the same as it was twelve years ago, everything except the new white sheath on the sofa, the coffee table, and the rug underneath. In his mind, he saw himself and Noah, lying on a rug covering a hardwood floor, talking and eating ice cream the night Noah took him there. Upon seeing this place again, something gripped his stomach, and

the anxiety he felt. It was the place where he gave her purity. Noahs.

Jonathan must have noticed the sad look on his face. “You've been here before, haven't you?"

He nodded, but he would not let Jonathan think otherwise.

“There are different from before?”

“Permadani. It was years ago, but when I was here, it was a light blue-white pattern with small flowers on the edges, but now it's brown.

"Is there anything else?" ask Wira.

“Sofa also has white sheath,” says Jilena, “but I'm sure—they've replaced it with a new one after so long—maybe more than once.”

"How do you know these things have changed?" ask Wira. "Tn.Arsyanendra invited you here? ”

Jilena paused for a moment, her gaze shifting from Jonathan to Wira.

He took a deep breath before speaking and let out a laugh. "Look. No, I used to date Noah Arsyanendra when I was in school, remember?”

Detective Wira rubs his jaw. “Yes, I think I remember something about that. Sorry, that must have been a long time ago. ”

"It may be a long time ago" Jonathan said, "But it never hurts to check the floor under the rug to see if there's any residual blood, how do we know it's been changed. We just don't know why.”

“If there is blood, someone must have cleaned it,” Wira said.

“Maybe, but what if you find a little in the gaps between the hardwood boards?” Jilena raised her eyebrows at him, suggesting help to find evidence for the case.

"That's right," Jonathan agreed. “Why don't we ask Lesti to spray some Luminol on the floor, see if there are still traces of blood there?”

"I was just about to suggest that." The hero turned around to go and find him. "Hi, uh,

Lesti!” he shouted while walking down the hallway towards the bedroom.

Jonathan watched her go. "Is it hard to be here, Jilena?"

Even though he had tried to hide his feelings, his facial expression must have made him ask that. "Yes, it's hard." He's nodding.

“You don't have to stay and wait for us.” Jonathan placed his hand gently on his shoulder. "We can handle it from here.”

"I won't leave until I see what happens after the floor is sprayed with Luminol."

Lesti joined them. “Let's move that table and rug, son,”

As soon as the detectives told them to step aside, Lesti leaned over and— sprayed Luminol onto the floor, spraying it to every inch of the tapestry stand.

"See that!" Hero screaming.

The chemical shone in the cracks between several wooden slats not far from the fireplace.

Bloods.

"Can you get a sample there, Lesti?" She asked. “I want it taken to the lab

as soon as possible and whether we can match it with Mariana.”

"Alright, Detective," replied Lesti.

“If this is Mariana's blood, matching Noah's DNA found at the location where the skeleton was found, it is clear money is a strong motive,” Jonathan explained, “We can assign it as a suspect.”

"Yes," the hero agrees. “Let's see if his dad and his cool lawyer can help him get out of jail.”

The front door opened and all heads turned towards the voice. Mr. Arsyanendra came in and walked towards them. “What's going on here?"