Stuck On Here
chapter 15: Illusory surprise
"What happened to Wynie?" Suddenly Valerie had appeared in the doorway of Tafa's room while pinching a little skirt of her dress, looking to the left right, nothing.
"Don't know Miss," replied Wynie as she was. He still compresses Tafa's forehead with a wet towel.
Valerie approached, looking at the new maid's face, her skin pale like paper and her breathing seemed irregular. Valerie frowned, before turning towards the door.
There was Sinee at the door waiting for him. Valerie stepped towards the landline, dialed the number and called Lucas. But the one who lifted up was not Lucas but Rolland. Valerie disconnected and called Andreas Willson.
"Hallo, Lord Willson," Sapa Valerie simply said, She waved her hand to Sinee, a sign telling the servant to stay away.
"Oh, Miss Lafrence. What's up?"
"No. Have you met Miss Katana? Remember that young girl who was the new maid in my mansion? There was something strange about her..," TanyaValerie streaked in a soft voice as several workers passed by.
Across there Andreas frowned, "Any? How about...?" He did not understand, "If you want to meet, Miss, it's better not now, better tomorrow or the day after tomorrow"
"Why?"
"Better Miss." Andreas emphasizes every syllable.
"Ah, alright," Valerie immediately disconnected the connection afterwards. He approached Sinee who was standing near a large red sideboard. Then take her to the backyard.
Better think Valerie for a second Maybe she meant better not to go out.
"Sinee, just go to my room, suddenly I feel lazy to go out," Katah Valerie as they approach the exit. He felt that someone was watching, but only the whirring of the wind was getting. He immediately turned his body around and immediately stepped towards the room followed by Sinee.
Like hallucinations.
***
Andreas puts down the phone after the call is decided by Valerie. He took off his coat and led him into the room, George, his bodyguard following behind.
"should've.., George?"
George, who heard the tone of the call, urged him to hurry forward, tried to align his steps with Andreas.
"What's up, Mister?"
Andreas turned his head to the right and left, the ordinary maid should not pass carelessly in the left-wing corridor, where the room belonged to Andreas Willson. He only made sure once again, there was no one but the two of them and a few guards with rogue faces.
"What did you get from your search?" Ask in a soft voice.
Andreas chuckles, "Limit? Isn't the picture Black-White?" He swung his hand forward, feeling that something was bothering in front of him. Then turning towards George who was still silent, several guards lowered their heads as they both passed by.
"Color, although black and white, there is an impression that is different, sort of. The color is bright if made black and white can be a little pale, like that. difference." George explained by giving a little body gesture.
Andreas nodded, rolling his gaze around again. George followed, they caught only the shadow of the guard.
Andreas opened the large black wooden door before him, his eyes slightly rounded for a while, leaving George puzzled but knowing not to call the guards.
Moments later, Andreas' breathing returned to regular, smooth as if inaudible. He turned his head to George, who had a panicked face behind his plate, "George...,"
"What do we know about illusion?"
George shook his head, his forehead shriveling in wonder, thinking but finally just took out two words "Sorry, Mister?" In reaction.
"Illusions? That kind..." Pointing inwards, followed by George.
***
Valerie sat on the bed accompanied by Sinee. The window glass was tightly closed but the curtains were still flying, Valerie frowned when she found it, and, then turned to Sinee who just kept quiet while arranging flowers in a vase—tenang—like not hearing the sound of the curtain flashing.
It's just an illusion!
"Sinee, please tie the curtain," Pinta Valerie fished.
Sinee smiled and stood up to the window. Close the curtains perfectly.
What a shitty illusion!
Valerie decided to go to bed. He also asked Sinee to accompany him, it was almost dark. But it feels hot and cramped for Valerie. He closed his eyes together with the perfect setting sun.
***
On the other side. Lucas was sitting on the bed. His hand held an old book, covered in animal skin. Obsolete. Dusty. Lucas rubbed the book cover and placed it on a carved wooden table, right next to the porcelain teapot.
"Where can I find out about the srrrcek" he murmured, while turning his gaze towards the window, the sun had already set, the day had passed very quickly lately.
It was as if there was only an hour.