Terror in the School
The True Goddess

The three members of the OSIS brought Fitri into a small room designated by Shanaya.

Kreeekk.

Door opens.

The room was dark, only dim lights illuminated the place. And there is a long rectangular table surrounded by three chairs.

Fitri is placed in a single seat opposite to the other two seats.

" Bring him up" Shanaya said as she threw a rope towards Gilang.

The man caught her and tied the red-haired girl on a chair.

Then Shanaya took the duct tape to cover Fitri's mouth.

Once Fitri is tied up and his mouth in duct tape. The four people walked out of there and sat in an ancient but clean room.

" It looks unkempt from the outside but it's clean inside" Sean said.

" well. This house belongs to my great-grandmother. This building is ninety years old. Once I came here to clean it up" Shanaya explained.

" But it's dirty outside" Nanda said without further ado.

" Currently"

" Hahh" The three men were shocked. Why could?

" Don't you have to take care of her as a memento of the precious relics of your grandmother. Even though it is clean there is no point if it looks dirty outside" said Gilang did not understand.

" You want to know"

All three nodded.

" Because I've planned it before. It's been a long time since I've wanted to catch a killer in your school but unfortunately it always fails. So I was thinking that I should look for Vita's life witness who is likely a murderer in Rajawali High School for interrogation in this place. Witnesses who initially lied can be honest here because the aura of this place is very negative" explained Shanaya.

The three men were again shocked. Their mouths gaped at Shanaya's explanation.

" Who are you?" ask Sean. He was sure that the woman in front of him was not an indiscriminate woman.

" Not who" replied Shanaya.

" It's impossible. From your words, of course, you are not an arbitrary person, surely you have another purpose to enter Rajawali High School as the head of the princess dormitory" Sean said.

Shanaya breathed a strong sigh and then threw it away.

" all right. I'll tell you, but can you guys keep a secret?" ask Shanaya.

All three nodded.

" I told you I'm not who. But my great-grandmother who built this house used to be a good female detective. He built this place to interrogate criminals. Of the many he dealt with criminals no one escaped from this place. They all confessed their crimes. Then my grandmother's talent decreased to me, although I did not have an official content as a detective but I really like to wrestle in this realm" Shanaya introduced herself more precisely to her talent.

Nanda was silent, if only a detective would not immediately open his true identity to a new person met especially to a teenager whose emotions are not stable. His eyes looked at Shanaya with a difficult look. There was another meaning to this word of the woman in front of him, his brain smart man thought hard but unfortunately he could not answer his own question finally he concluded that the woman in front of him is a woman who is full of secrets.

" So you said that you were going to find a living witness Vita. Did you deliberately frame Fitri?" sean asked a guess.

Shanya smiled meaningfully.

" Smart boy, apparently you can read my movements well" Shanaya praised in amazement.

" Dimas is right. If you three sons of the pantas genius Dimas allow you to cooperate with him" he continued.

" How do you know Fitri then set him up?" tanya Gilang curious.

" I'd lose it if I had the talent to be a detective. There are many ways that detectives can take out the guise of criminals. Your question is very good but I can't answer it because it's the secret of office" Shanaya replied.

Nanda just quietly listened to the conversation of his co-spokesman. But a lot of questions popped up in his brain about the bob-haired woman.

Tok.dok...

The sound of knocking on the door.

" I'll open it" he continued and stood up.

" stop. I'll open it. You're still a sloppy young man, opening the door without checking it out. In the current situation we should not be rash. You should learn that. Understand" Shanaya said by emphasizing the last word.

Silence mill. He sat with shame.

" Who" cried Shanaya.

" It's us" replied the man behind the door.

Shanaya langsun recognized the voice as Denal's voice.

The woman opened the door. Two policemen stood at the door.

Dimas Langsun stepped into the house with his cool style. He drowned both his palms into the pockets of his coat.

" Did he get away again?"

" Are you mocking me" Dimas said as Shanya asked.

" Don't be too sensitive. I didn't offend you, what's wrong if I ask" Shanaya defended herself.

" It should just be by looking at me that you already know the answer to your own question. You were deliberately mocking me"

Dimas dropped his ass over the sensi couch.

" Thank God you're safe"

" Is he conscious?" tanya Denal stopped the mouth war.

" I'll check" Shanaya stepped closer to the small room and opened the door.

" Not yet" he said as he closed the door.

" The effect of the drug I put on my handkerchief earlier when smothering it can render the victim unconscious for five hours. I smothered him at about eight o'clock he probably only realized around one in the morning. It's only eleven o'clock, we still have plenty of time for coffee." explained Dimas as he threw his face away.

" all right. I'll make coffee" the woman said and headed to the kitchen.

" Are you familiar with him?" ask Nanda.

" well. He was my friend from childhood" Dimas replied.

" What does it work for?" ask Nanda again hoping to find an answer to her question.

" Nothing. She was just an ordinary woman who lived happily for the wealth of her parents" Dimas replied again.

Nanda just nodded. He could not force the policeman to tell him who Shanaya really was.

Nanda glanced at his two friends. Gilang is engrossed in playing games on his phone while Sean just shut up without doing anything. Nanda watched Sean, from earlier the man was agitated. Nanda could read his best friend's mind, Sean deg waiting for Fitri to speak.

Arrive arrive.

Dimas patted Sean's shoulder.

" Tighten yourself"

Sean flinched but quickly he could control himself.

Nanda sculpting. Dimas could also understand Sean's feelings.

***

Somewhere by the river, someone was sitting on a rock soaking wet. He changed his clothes. The cloak and revolver full of blood he had kept tight in a small bag with 🐰🐇. Tonight he sat pensively with only his white, white-toothed lingeria, and dunked under the water, letting the cold waters of the river at night touch his spotless feet.

" Am I okay now" he murmured alone.

Then he shook his feet in the water. He held a small bag while holding it to his chest.

Night under the moonlight. An actual Goddess was sitting gracefully with her lingerie, her pitch-black hair fluttering about in the wind.