THE MYSTERY OF LOVE THE CARTWRIGHT’S
CHAPTER XVII

Dinner through room service, Clark heads to the balcony to smoke a cigarette.

He saw the flickering stars scattered over the sky of the city of Malang.

The darkness that dominated made him smile.

A moment later he set his net gaze down, not inferior to

the view of the sky that presents a thick with points of stars that

berlink, there also presents the beauty of the night a big city with

the hustle and bustle of people and the colorful city lights. Glancing at the clock

his wrist, he snorted.

‘Heem, the night is getting late but why are those people not sleeping. What are they

have spare energy for tomorrow?’ activities he's tearing

his head did not understand.

Then his right hand grabbed the mobile phone from the wardrobe pocket he was wearing.

Find the number of his whatsapp contact and squeeze it.

‘Truuut...truuut’.

‘Halo good night, Selly speaking’.

‘Night, where are you now. Why is it so noisy from there?’

‘Ouh, sorry boss. I'm at club’.

‘What, so good you have fun. Have you forgotten your assignment today?’

‘Eh, no boss. I'll run it soon’.

‘Will run it you said. So all this time the money I spent on your mission

nothing has worked. None of it. Stupid really stupid. Where's the brain

that little you keep?’.

‘Ma..sorry boss. I have approached him repeatedly in a way

beautiful and rude but she could have survived me.

I also don't understand as if he has a protector from another world’.

‘Heemmmsh, just reason you're it’.

‘Honestly boss, even the last time I made him unconscious with that drink

I mixed it with sleeping pills. I'm gonna execute him in the hotel room. But si

Andrew caught him, so failing was my plan. Even now I don't

dare to approach within five hundred meters. His guard is tight.

Even adding to his bodyguard is now’.

‘Haish, but that doesn't mean you have to keep just relaxing like that. Selllys. If

you can't get close anymore, is this city lacking other women?’,

the question is even more rude.

‘I mean boss?’, he's starting to understand.

‘Yeah, you understand what I mean. Use the power of money, you know.

Don't let me intervene myself. If that happens, Selly, you won't

just lost your job but your life, okay!’.

‘Pa...understand bos’, he said stammered and full of fear.

‘Heem’.

‘Tut’.

Smirk's inflate perfectly. A small ruckus sounded from his mouth

who began to sip the cigarette he put on the edge of the ashtray.

Stopped cigarette ash that began to lengthen the burn, before continuing

activities back.

Squeeze your legs, sit down and slightly fall on the chair. It relaxes the muscles

his body and netra looked back to the front, nun far away into the darkness

the unbrimmed night.

‘Wait for me baby. We'll be together soon as we used to. Savor

the beauty of the world and of course, with your power we will conquer all

these. There's no more Jay. No more Cartwright's gonna bother us. Well, yeah,

just the two of us. You and I’, smiling satisfied with his plan. It also began

humming slowly, song langgam java, ‘yen ing tawang ono latang’.

It was as if reacting with the voice Clark was chanting. The sky makes a sound

the rumbling and the wind started to blow a little.

‘Woi rain. Let's take shelter save your merchandise!’.

There was a commotion down there, the fusion of human voices that saved

himself from the rainfall that began to ferment. Even a quiet night was a little chaotic

with a season that shouldn't happen.

‘Heeem, you listen to me, nyai’, muttered Clark.

Cartwright Mansion.

Suti fell asleep restlessly behind the thick blanket that wrapped around his body. Multiplication

he shook his head as if he was refusing something. Mumbles are not clear

catapulted out and his body was flooded with sweat. The cold comes out of

The air conditioner above the room was unable to remove traces of sweat from his body.

Jay who was on the balcony turned his head towards the bed. Netramasic

seeing Suti sleeping uneasily, he hurriedly closed the balcony window and

approaching, patted his wife's cheeks slowly while whispering,

‘Sayang. What you dreamt’.

‘Hem.

‘Build Suti!’, shaken her body a little hard.

‘Hem, a...what are you doing Jay?’, that question just popped out.

‘What I did of course woke you’.

‘You don't know what happened. You're restless in your sleep and look at that sweat

wet the clothes you wore’, point them with eyes to Suti's body.

The reflex covers the chest still wrapped in a nightgown. The picture is printed

clearly because the covering material is not able to protect the wet stone

by sweat. Suti also raises the blanket that began to sag, with a little

glaring he saw Jay who swallowed his saliva roughly.

‘What do you see!’, he jolted.

Jay turned his gaze in the other direction and snorted.

‘Wake up, change your clothes. If you don't want anything else to happen!’, order it before

get up from the side of the bed to the sofa.

‘Fine, close your eyes and don't try peeping’.

‘What's wrong with that. You are my wife of shah ku’.

‘Ya..but we are still not martyred as long as you still can not accept me as before,

Jay. Don't forget it’, he said a little fierce.

‘Teruplah’, he also broke down and began to close his eyes.

Suti who saw it also revealed the blanket, towards the closet took a nightgown

change and rush to the bathroom. Wash his face many times in the sink

as he muttered,

‘Wuuuf, what dream is it. Like real’,

For a moment he daydreamed, turning his memories to the events some time ago. Unrest

and the fear he felt. And a second later the look in his eyes turned into

green, his dark-black pupils tapered emitting an evil aura all over

space. And the smirk started to appear on the lips. The fear and anxiety that can

he felt that he had not died.

Meanwhile outside the mansion, the roar of rain water was accompanied by a thunderbolt

snatching, was lost was not replaced by the moonlight round

perfect and the sound of pung gary unpretentious everywhere. The night was silent

as if nothing happened.

Balcony room 302.

‘Heeem, nyai you've risen apparently’, sizzle Clark.

‘Well, getting interesting. Can he feel my presence?’ then he counted

something with his fingers.

‘Emm, should not, she still seems too weak in body it’, her monologue

revert. Closing his eyes he fell asleep on the balcony. In the soul

Clark travels to the past.

In 1596 AD when the Dutch first landed in Indonesia. Peter Jansen

was a handsome young man, one hundred and eight tall

tens of centimeters, curly and blonde hair and dark blue eyes make it in

gandrungi noni-noni dutch who knew him.

Jansen's similar stature to the Greek gods also made them hysterical

when he accidentally meets and passes through. Jansen is not

a soldier he is a businessman engaged in the field of food,

his success in managing various businesses in the Netherlands, made

the Dutch government sent it to Indonesia to lead the factory company

sugar. Suiker fabriek was founded in Kediri and made Jansen as

president director.

Like other businessmen he certainly has a place to vacation in

release all fatigue. A walk to Tretes is a mandatory activity

do so. A lodge with a large garden in the tourist park area becomes

his goal was shared with Anna van den berg, one of the lucky Dutch noni

I can go wherever Peter goes.

The spoiled, beautiful and charmed Anna is able to comfort her loneliness,

when I was in Indonesia. As they are currently in the middle of the garden

enjoy afternoon tea.

‘Jansen, accompany me down there ya’, point it at the rural area under the hill.

‘I'm lazy, go with Sukirno, the lodge keeper. He knows the area well.

You will not get lost again like you used to’.

‘Ouuh, come on Peter. I don't want to be accompanied by him. I want you’, he said

shaking Jansen's arm spoiled.

Changing the position of Anna hugged him from behind and rubbed his head with his chin.

Both of his hands were wrapped around Peter's chest.

Can't stand that he relented,’ alright mooi, be prepared’.

Humped in joy he ruled,’mbok Ginah get my umbrella’.

‘White, ndoro’, the answer is polite.

Stretching out her left arm, Anna wrapped her right hand tightly as if she did not want to let go

from Jansen. A second later, they started to walk down

hills. Along the way, many things he talked about started from small things

until venturing into the business that is being cultivated by the idol of the heart.

Many times Anna provoked serious talks about marriage, but apparently she didn't

respond at all. Tired of his efforts noni dutch was diverting

topic to something else.