THE MYSTERY OF LOVE THE CARTWRIGHT’S
CHAPTER XXIV

The Cartwright Mansion, a few years ago.

“Laura......Laura”'s.

“Bob....Bobby honey”'s.

Laura followed the call from her husband.

He was wearing a black tuxedo while waiting in silence,

backs off. Walking over and about to touch her husband's back, Bob

away even. Her steps are light as cotton. Laura tried to reach

her husband always failed. He followed from behind until heading towards the dark passage without

light and fog. As soon as it reaches the end of the wilderness hallway is visible. Him

looking left and right hoping to catch Bobby's shadow, but no

could.

“Booob, Bobby honey. Where are you, don't

leave me alone”, he shouted.

Only silence greeted. Feel broken

his despair and fear began to flow profusely. Composed in desperation

asanas.

“Bob don't leave me alone. I

rakat”, grinning.

His back shook withstanding the vigor

the louder it sounds.

Slowly Bob's shadow began to approach

touching his shoulder in silence seemed soothing. Laura stood facing

her husband hugged her tightly and shed all tiredness. Left by his wife

crying in her arms, her hands stretched out stroking Laura's long hair

time and time again. Accepting the treatment, her crying became more and more so.

“Cup...cup, stop Laura. You're not a child

small again. Stop crying”.

“I'm tired Bob.I'm tired. Let me

leaning against you spilled everything that sip right this”.

“Patience Laura it'll all be over. And you

must protect our son Jodi. Our only descendants. Inheritor

Cartwright”.

“I. I wanted to

follow you. Gurgle the sweetness of a sweet family relationship like it used to”.

“Don't Laura our world is different. You must

stay strong for our son”.

“Hiks...hiks”, the crying is getting louder.

“Patience yes dear all will be beautiful when

time arrives”.

Taking off the hug from Laura's husband slowly

rubbing her tears with the handkerchief she was carrying, with those eyes

harshest. When he opened his eyes, Bobby was gone.

“Booob, Boobby. Where are you?”

“Laura...Laura. I'm here”, that voice

sayup-sayup.

Legs are getting into the room

endless dark, Laura sharpened her ears following the sound. It wasn't

care about the scratches of grass that is as tall as humans around it. Flavored

painful and sore when it scratches his soft skin he did not mind.

Until the net caught the Dutch-style mansion building in front of him.

Want to enter through the main door

and locked, unable to. Finally he just kept quiet while back sharpening

ears seek the voice of her husband. Silent. In desperation.

“Laura....Laura. Login!”

She's surprised.

“Ma....pengin”, ask confused.

Slowly the sturdy and tall wooden door

also opens slowly. He hurriedly walked towards the voice that kept calling

as if to give a hint of its existence.

The sound of the crash did not dampen his steps

looking for the source of the sound. Looking right he saw a room with a door

jepara carved wood. Laura felt familiar with the room. Commonsense

as if it leads to reality but his feelings are hypnotized, without realizing it

enter the room until you find a painting of an Indonesian woman

wearing a crown on his head was sitting alone with a man from the Netherlands.

They looked graceful and unpretentious which was the hallmark of the nobility

antiquity.

A second later smoke billowed out from

the painting of the man formed the silhouette of a handsome noble man from the Netherlands.

He was one hundred and ninety centimeters tall, his hair was blond and

her face was as smooth as a porcelain doll.

“Bobby!”, he whispered unknowingly.

“Nee”, answer the figure.

“Who are you?”

“Ik ben de overgrootvader by je man”.

“Cannot be. Your faces are very similar”.

“Of course, we are still blood though different

generation”, he stressed again.

“Lantas where Bobby is my husband?”

“He's here”, that figure patted his chest.

“Send him out!”

“Kan. He'll show up after me

done with my business. That too with my permission”.

“What do you want?”

“Married my great-granddaughter to the woman who

named Suti”.

“Cannot. Jodi is engaged to

Marcella”, reject it firmly.

“Ha...ha. Don't be stupid. If

you want our descendants not to be destroyed. Then marry them. The family curse

it will disappear if Suti and Jodi have children”.

“Emm no. What do you mean by a curse? Is

Cartwright's?

“Heeem, nee, it's not from Cartwright but

from mu Laura”.

“I how is it possible. What's my fault?”,

tanyanya's confused.

“What Van Den Berg, means something to you?”

“Hey where possible. I'm Laura London, name

my family is the London’s. We are from Washington America. How can

Van Den Berg is our lineage”.

“He.....he”, laugh again.

“Search in this room Laura you will find

his answer. Everything you want to know includes the passing of Bobby your husband”.

“My husband, did he die because

heart attack?”

“Dom, modern man does not know that, indeed,

find the answer Laura. My time is up. If you still

want Jodi alive then follow my advice”.

Shortly thereafter, a puff of smoke rose

that figure and disappeared in an instant carrying his shadow. Laura woke up

from sleep. He was shocked when he looked around the room. His body is crammed

in front of Cartwright's great-grandfather and grandfather's paintings.

“How can I fall asleep in space

family museum?”

Slowly shake before moving

leave that room.