Suffering
Chapter 27

Arnold stood on the balcony with his eyes glued straight ahead. Occasionally a small wind came blowing, hitting the brown hair, covering part of his eyes. He sighed softly, then turned around, walking towards the door.

As the door opened, Arnold was struck by the presence of one of the servants now standing in the doorway. He bowed politely to Arnold.

"Young master, you are called Young Master Kevin for lunch," said the waiter kindly. It then inched backwards, leaving Arnold with a strange expression.

"Well, I think the maids here will only respect their employers" Arnold murmured. He was about to step foot, but stopped when his phone rang.

Arnold reached into his jacket pocket, grabbed the flat object, glanced at it at a glance. Not long after, he put the flat object back in his jacket pocket. He took a deep breath, then walked down the stairs to the dining room.

'I don't think I want to do this. My heart says, I can't make this mistake.'

The waiters looked so deftly preparing food at the dining table. Kevin was sitting on a dining table chair with his hands and eyes focused on his phone. When Arnold arrived, Kevin still remained focused on the flat object, making Arnold cluck.

"You called me to eat?" ask Arnold. His slightly loud voice broke the silence of the spacious and luxurious room.

"Hm. You can sit and eat" Kevin said without looking. Still busy on his flat.

Arnold was sitting on the dining table chair, next to Kevin. Every now and then he glanced at Kevin who was still with his head lowered, staring at his phone.

"Have you always been like this at the dinner table?" asked Arnold with a cynical look. He turned his face away, focusing on the food on the table.

"You think?" Kevin put his phone in his jacket pocket. He then began to eat the food on the table gracefully, leaving Arnold flabbergasted.

'Wow, she ate it very gracefully. It seems like this family is indeed not from the ordinary elite class, Arnold inner.

Arnold walked with both hands into his jacket pocket, through the hallway and the slightly narrow path. Until he stopped right in front of the door with a silver engraving and a golden doorknob. He stroked his chin with both eyes starting to look at each carving attached to the door leaf.

"What room is this?" thought Arnold.

"It's a library, young master." The arrival of one of the servants who suddenly spoke made Arnold gasp.

He turned. A thin smile was engraved on Arnold's lips, the shape of how to greet the waiter in front. However, not long after, Arnold focused on a tray with a glass on it.

"Who's that drink for?" ask Arnold.

"This is for young master. Now the young master is inside. Are you going there too?"

"I-yes. Let me bring this drink. I'm going to the perpus too" Arnold said. He grabbed the tray plan, then walked into the library.

Kevin sits gracefully in a special padded chair that sits in front of a glass wall. Arnold stood behind Kevin with a pushy look. He kept staring at the tray, then looked back at Kevin.

'I have to do this. My goal is to come here for this. But, why doesn't my heart allow it?'

He put the tray on the corner table of the room quite slowly. Then his hand reached into the pocket of his pants, grabbing a small plastic with white powder inside. Quite hesitant he opened the plastic, but finally the white powder he poured in a drink on the table.

"Sorry, Kevin. But I have to do this. Actually, I'm starting to think of you as a friend. But ...."

Arnold got back to the tray. He took a deep breath, then walked over to Kevin. Putting the tray on the left side table Kevin sat down.

Arnold is still sorting out some of the books on the most corner shelves. Until when the sound like broken glass made him jerk. He quickly ran to Kevin.

'Wait 'wait! What he has ....'

Arnold stopped right behind Kevin with a hunting breath. Both of his hands supported the knees that were bent while breathing.

"Why are you, Arnold?" asked Kevin with his head tilted.

Arnold immediately raised his head, until his eyes were fixed on the figure of Kevin standing in front. Arnold took a look at the broken glass, leaving a shard of glass on the granite floor.

He breathed a sigh of relief. And his behavior confused Kevin. He walked over, staring intently at Arnold, making the young man gasp.

"A-what's wrong?" arnold asked in a stammering voice.

"You, weird. You why? It's just a broken glass. I accidentally nudged him." Kevin folded his hands in his chest.

"No! I thought you were okay." Arnold stepped back slowly, away from Kevin.

"Well! You're so weird." Kevin turned around, about to leave the library room. But Arnold grabbed his arm, Kevin immediately stopped.

"What else is it?"

"What, are you okay? You haven't had that drink, have you?" arnold asked with an anxious look.

"Huh? What kind of question is that!" Kevin really left this time. Every now and then he turned his head, watching Arnold who was sighing in relief.

Kevin threw his ass in the soft, wheeled chair. His eyes glanced at the desk drawer, then opened it, grabbing the small box with his left hand. His eyes narrowed as the small box opened, revealing a single bullet wrapped in plain cloth.

"Because of the shooting. I forgot to find out the bullet's fingerprints" Kevin murmured.

He stood up and put the bullet in his jacket pocket and walked towards the blue sedan in the garage. Sometimes Kevin looked to the left right of the garage with a pushy look, but still with a flat face.

"It feels kind of weird when there's no Carlos here." Kevin smiled with a sour face. Then he got in that fancy blue sedan, started the engine, and drove it through the crowded street.

Half an hour later, the blue sedan stopped by the front road of the police station building. Kevin got out of the car and walked into the building.

"you? Do you need anything?" ask one of the police officers to Kevin who looks dazed.

"I want to find out the bullet's fingerprints" Kevin said. He showed me the bullet with the plain cloth.

"Come, come with me." Police officers entered the room in the corner, Kevin tailed in the back.

It took about an hour for Kevin to finally get a result from the police officer about the bullet's fingerprints. Kevin seemed to be stroking his chin with his head nodding slowly. A smile was etched on his lips at the police officer in front.

"Thank you. You've helped me. This really helps a lot. I know who the bullet's fingerprints are."

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