THE MYSTERY OF LOVE THE CARTWRIGHT’S
CHAPTER XVII

Dinner through room service, Clark headed to the balcony to

smoking cigarettes. He saw the flickering stars scattered over the sky

malang city. The darkness that dominated made him smile.

A moment later he turned his netting gaze down, too

not inferior to the view of the sky that presents thick with points

the stars are flickering, there also presents the beauty of the night of a city

large with human frenzy and colorful city lights.

Glancing at the clock on his wrist, he snorted.

“Heem, the night is getting late but why are those people

not sleeping. Do they have the spare energy for tomorrow?”,

he shakes his head not understanding.

Then his right hand grabbed the mobile phone from the wardrobe pocket

which he wears. 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 job today?”

“Eh, no boss. I'll run it soon”.

“Will run it you said. So all this time the money that I

get it out for your mission nothing has worked. None of it. Stupid really

fools. Where's your little brain you keep?”

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

beautiful and rude but she could have survived me. I don't understand either

as if he had a protector from another world”.

“Heemmmsh, just reason you're it”.

“Honestly boss, even the last time I made him unconscious with

drinks I mix with sleeping pills. I'm gonna execute him in the room

the hotel. But Andrew caught it, so failing was my plan. Even now

I dare not approach within five hundred meters. Guard him

tighten. Even adding to his bodyguard is now”.

“Haish, but that doesn't mean you have to keep just relaxing

like that, Sellly. If you can't get any closer, is this town

lack of other women?”, the question is even rougher.

“I mean boss?”, start understanding.

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

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

you won't just lose your job but your life, okay!”

“Pa...understand bos”, he said stammered and full of fear.

“Heem”.

“Tut”.

Smirk's inflate perfectly. A small rarity was heard from

his mouth began to sip the cigarette he had placed on the edge of the ashtray. Stopped

cigarette ash that began to burn, before continuing its activities

revert.

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

relaxes the muscles of his body and his nerves look forward, far away

there into the darkness of the endless night.

“Wait for me baby. We'll be together soon as

back then. Enjoy the beauty of the world and of course, with your strength we will

conquer all of this. There's no more Jay. No more Cartwright

bothering us. Well, just the two of us. You and I”, smiling satisfied with

his plan. He also started humming slowly, the song tanggam jawa, ‘Yen ing waspang

ono latitude’.

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

it let out a rumbling sound and the wind started to blow a little louder.

“Woi rain. Let's take shelter save your merchandise!”

There was a commotion down there, a fusion of human voices

saved himself from the precipitation that began to ferment. A quiet night

even a little messy with the coming season that should not happen.

“Heeem, you listen to me, nyai?”, murmured Clark.

Cartwright Mansion.

Suti fell asleep restlessly behind the thick blanket that wrapped

his body. He shook his head as if he was refusing something. Mumblings

it was not clear he was catapulting and his body was flooded with sweat. The cold weather

getting out of the AC above the room is not able to remove traces of sweat from the

his body.

Jay who was on the balcony turned his head towards the place

sleeps. Netraya saw Suti who was sleeping restlessly, the hustle he closed

the balcony window and approaching, patted his wife's cheeks slowly

whispering,

“Sayang. What did you dream of?”

“Hem.

“Build Suti!”, shaken her body a little hard.

“Hem, a...what are you doing Jay?”, the question was thrown out

just like that.

“What happened?”, he said in a daze.

“You don't know what happened. You are restless in your sleep and

look at that sweat soaking in the clothes you're wearing”, point it with eyes to

body Suti.

The reflex covers the chest still wrapped in a nightgown.

The image was printed clearly because the covering material was already incapable

protecting the wet country by sweat. Suti also lifted the blanket that began

sagging, with a slight glare 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!”,

his orders before getting up from the side of the bed to the sofa.

“Fine, close your eyes and don't try peeking!”

“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 like I used to, 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

take a change of clothes and rush to the bathroom. Wash his face

many times in the sink while muttering,

“Wuuuf, what dream is it? Like real”.

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

the past. The anxiety and fear he felt. And a second later highlight

his eyes turned green, his dark-black pupils tapering radiating

an evil aura to the entire space. And the smirk started to appear on the lips. Fearfulness

and the restlessness he had felt was destroyed without a trace.

Meanwhile outside the mansion, the rumbling of rain water was accompanied

with the lightning that struck, it was lost irreplaceable by the rays

the moon is perfectly round and the sound of pung garens is unpretentious everywhere.

The night went quiet as if nothing had happened.

Balcony room 302.

“Heeem, nyai you've risen apparently”, sizzle Clark.

“Well, getting interesting. Can he feel my presence?”, then

he counts something with his fingers.

“Emm, shouldn't, she still seems too weak to be statured

it”, the monologue is back. Closing his eyes he fell asleep on the balcony.

Clark's soul moved into the past.

In 1596, when the Dutch first landed

Indoneszian. Peter Jansen was a handsome young man, tall

one hundred and eighty centimetres of body, curly and blonde hair and eyes

dark blue makes it in the gandrungi noni-noni dutch who know him.

Jansen's stature was similar to that of the Greek gods

makes them hysterical when she accidentally meets and

pass it. Jansen is not a soldier he is a moving businessman

in the field of food, his success in managing various businesses in

Netherlands, made the Dutch government send it to Indonesia to

leading sugar factory company. Suiker fabriek was founded in Kediri and

make Jansen its president.

Like any other entrepreneur, he certainly has a place to

vacation in releasing all fatigue. A walk to Tretes is

mandatory activities he did. A plant with a large garden in the area

the tourist park became his destination along with Anna van den berg, one of

the lucky Dutch noni can be with each other wherever Peter goes.

Anna who is spoiled, beautiful and full of charm is able to entertain

loneliness, when in Indonesia. Like they are currently

in the middle of the garden, we enjoy afternoon tea.

“Jansen, accompany me down there ya”, point it at the area

the countryside under the hill.

“I'm lazy, go with Sukirno, the lodge keeper. He knows with

good area here. 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”, I want you,

he said as he shook Jansen's arm spoiled.

Changing position Anna hugged him from behind and rubbed

his head with a chin. Both of his hands were wrapped around Peter's chest.

Can't stand it he relented, “well mooi, get ready”.

Hurt in joy he reigns, ”mbok Ginah get my umbrella!”

“White, ndoro”.

Jansen stretched out her left arm and Anna wrapped her hand

his right tightly as if not to be separated from Jansen. A second later they started

set foot under the hills. Throughout the journey, much of him

chat starting from small things to penetrate into the business that is being cultivated

by the heart.

Many times Anna provoked serious talks about marriage, he said,

but he didn't seem to respond at all. Tired of the efforts of the Dutch noni

it also shifts the topic to something else.