Suddenly Chased by Satan
Still a Mystery
I closed the door before I found the boss again.
"Sir, should we get out of this room, sir?" kataku doubt.
Mr. Karan chuckled, "Ck, you asked for the door to be closed, and now ask to get out of here, do not destabilize you Reva!"
"Oh my God, that was the boss's mom craving what, huh? having a child like this is very. You think you are not unstable? just said it was me, now come back to me. Equally labile please do not eat each other," I mengedumel in the heart, while my mouth pleyat pleyotin.
"Why are your lips like that? you have a congenital disease?" mr. Boss says there's no sieve. Just hugging, now even angry again. Emang difficult yes bun if so bujang at the age of so many years.
Instead of answering the question, the boss mending I look out for the two-eye room that from earlier was flowing in all directions. Really, really, kuyang! Moreover, I feel this painting like it's coming to me. I'm the kegeeran does this painting feel like a real thing? Thou, akh!
"Are you that scared?" ask the boss.
"I was almost taken to another realm, sir.." I refused to forget about the incident, almost became a paragliding athlete who flew without a parachute.
"Well, we're going to my study, rather than you wetting up here out of fear" said the boss, I can only hiss annoyed.
"There you close the window first," the boss pointed at the window with his chin.
"But you don't leave me, what else is it that I'm here, huh?"
"Gosh, yeah. I locked you here so you wouldn't get caught by oma, and so you wouldn't run away either. How do I know if you end up being bullied, because as long as I enter this room there is nothing strange except you. Quick lock or you I leave alone here!" mr. bos mencepres very smoothly like a toll road.
Rather than me being left behind, I would rather obey his orders, trying to close the window which turned out to be very heavy and big. I can't believe this window opened itself. Uwoooow, emojis!
"Duuuuh, it's really hard to find!" I grumbled as my hands were so hard to reach the window that was still open.
"It could be a little quick, Reva!"
"Patience first, sir! this is me trying as soon as possible, too" I replied.
Bruk!
Both windows were finally closed. I'm spying on the boss's nyamperin. And we're out of this room.
Mr. boss is on the road ahead while I'm intilating him from behind. My eyes are still watching maybe there are ghosts of children that I had seen wildness not far from the stairs.
"Don't sneak, sir!"
"You're the slow one," boss sir, it makes no difference to the ugly oma if she spouts words.
"If you're angry, keep calling me home, sir. For too long in this house my life is threatened!" I was on the last step straight down and walked towards the living room.
Mr. Karan pulled my hand, "I'm sorry. Now, come with me to the study. I want this terror to be over quickly and you'll want it too, right?"
"Ck, yes, I did." I took her hand off my wrist.
We both walked into the office of the boss who was very dark atmosphere. I think this boss is really a mysterious and introverted person. This room has no fun at all, you know.
"Sit down!" boss told me to sit down. So now myself and herself are sitting on the same sofa, already like a feather-dressing purifier. Patience, this is a test. Astarghfirlah!
"What is that, sir?" I frowned as Mr. Karan splashed a brown cloth over the glass table.
"I don't know either" replied Mr. Karan flatly.
"Why are you brought here?"
"Yes to find out, Reeevaaaa!" it starts with the emotions of the father. High voltage people.
"Yes, sir. I'm just nanya,"
I was really lazy, where it was bad again. Think about how to go home dizzy. I can guarantee sir which boss will nganterin aing again, at best also tell the driver. That is also if his heart is good again.
Okay, I changed the question, but not to make him growl again.
"Ehem .. then, how did you find the box hidden behind the painting, sir?" ask suddenly.
"I found it when I accidentally wanted to justify the position of my mother's painting which I felt was less symmetrical," Mr. Karan who had originally focused on something lying on the table, now turned to me.
"Then..."
"I took down the painting. Because I saw a scratch on the top of the figure. Ye know? the painting means so much to me. And I don't want the painting to be damaged or deformed." explained the boss.
"And you found that iron box when you took it down?" I remember a painting of a woman with a small, pointed nose and reddish-brown curly hair that apparently covered a safe.
"Yes, you're right. And it turns out the password is very easy. My father's date of birth, if this safe belonged to my mother he would have been very careless because this was so predictable," said Mr. Karan shaking his head as he placed a cloth on one of his open hands.
"Or it could be someone you don't know is deliberately doing that so you or maybe the person targeted can guess and take the object easily," I nyeletuk tempe.
"So that someone was me?" continued Mr. Karan while pointing at him.
"Yes, it may not be you but it could be your father or siblings, sir. We never know if your mother did all this and did plan this as a last will or whatever. Anyway you said your mother died 5 years ago, but how could the ring be in an unsafe place, but not lost? no hypocrite, sir. The ring was extremely beautiful, moreover the red stone was extremely rare. I'm sure anyone would want to have it regardless of what we'll see after wearing the ring," I revealed my analysis, while Mr. Karan looked at me without blinking, maybe he was fascinated with my shabby brain.
"A fool alone cannot put such an important item in just any place. Especially if the ring is valuable. It doesn't feel possible if your mother would just put it in the nightstand drawer, while this cloth is even stored in the safe," I continued.
While the boss was still paying attention to the object in his hand, a cloth of not too large size that was drawn and written in a black ink that had now begun to fade.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door from outside.
"We continue later," Karan put the cloth into his pocket.
"Excuse me, Mister. There is someone who is looking for Mbak Reva." said mbok Sri.
"Who?"
"Pak Ridho.." replied mbok Sri.
"Riddho?" I muttered, and I was immediately stared at by the boss.
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