The Tippingback of Rania's World
Episode 100 - The Tomb in the House

One day ago, shortly after the meeting with Rania.

"So how? Have you been able to find Mr. Yahya and Ms. Rohaya?" qiandra asked Hendra and Jupri, the Private Detective who was deliberately hired.

"Already, Miss. Tonight we can meet them too" replied Jupri.

"alright. I'll get ready first. You must watch the surroundings, lest anyone stalk us" Qiandra ordered.

"Good, Miss."

"Where's the hell is she going?" tanya Sania who suddenly appeared near the stairs.

"I just want to go out for a minute, see a friend. Before ten I'll be home soon" said Qiandra.

"Oh, so. All right," said Sania.

Qiandra left with her personal driver. Twenty meters behind him, Jupri and Hendra followed him.

Tutu...

"Hello?" Qiandra picked up the phone from Mikko.

"Hello, Qian. You said right. Sania called me right away to make sure you were coming here or not" Mikko said.

"really? It's a good thing that I anticipated making this plan with you first" Qiandra said. "Before you, he must have called Nurul and Dewi too."

"But why is he monitoring you like that? Is he just a waiter?" ask Mikko.

"Eitherway. I don't know if my suspicions are correct, or if it's just a misunderstanding. Which is clear from now on, I need to keep more information from him. Until all the motives are clear" Qiandra said.

"Miss, we've arrived" said Qiandra's personal driver.

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"What do you mean Miss?" tany Bu Rohaya's.

"Duh, Mom. How many more times do I have to repeat the question? Did Geffie and Chloe Austeen have kids besides me?" qiandra asked the former servant who was that old.

"No, Miss."

"Then, does Cloe have any other children apart from Geffie?" ask Qiandra again.

"God! Nothing, Miss."

"Keep... Have they ever taken care of foster children?" Qiandra kept asking.

"Hmmm... As far as I know, they do have many foster children in the orphanage, Miss," replied Ms. Rohaya.

"Hmm so, yeah. The foster children in the yayaysan home Mama there are indeed many. But I never checked them one by one. Is Rania one of those orphanage kids?" thought Qiandra.

"Oh yes, my goal here is not just to ask that. But also to ask for a complete floor plan of our house. Mom and Dad knew that, right?" qiandra.

"Ah... That's..."

"That's it, Mr. Yahya. Don't cover it up again. I already know, if you and Mom have worked together with my parents, since they were not married and have a home" Qiandra assured the senior servant.

The blonde girl sipped jasmine tea, and also tasted the fried sweet potato served, while waiting for Mr. Yahya's reply.

"Hm... It also turned out to be this simple cake," he said. "So how, sir? I'm still waiting, you know," he continued.

"I can't give it to you, Miss. I have promised Mr and Mrs to keep this a secret" Yahya refused subtly.

"Sir, it's for mama and papa's sake too. You heard it on the news, right? How are mom and dad now." Qiandra has not given up.

"Maybe you doubt, I will be surprised after seeing the contents of the house. But do you know? I've seen most of it, even to the storage crates."

"W-what? Have you seen him?" yahya sir exclaimed with enlarged eyes. He was very surprised to hear that statement. "How is this, Mom?"

No time, Ms. Rohaya replied, Qiandra had already grabbed her first.

"What if mom and dad are going to have bad luck in detention, and have to be there for a long time? And I don't know anything about that house."

"Today, there have been many old servants who have been replaced with new servants without the knowledge of mom and dad. And so do the employees in the office. I myself now do not know, who is on our side and who is the enemy."

"Emmm... Look, Son. There are many big things in the house, not just underground storage," said Mr. Yahya.

"I have to know everything" said Qiandra.

"One of them is the grave of Lady Freya."

"Mrs Freya? Ah, meaning grandma? But hasn't Grandma been dead long, since she was a teenager?" ask Qiandra.

"Yes. Mrs Freya has been dead for a long time. But when Mr and Mrs built the house, he moved Mrs Freya's grave into one of the basements there" Yahya said.

Qindra shuddered in horror at her, "Is there a grandmother's body in one of the crates yesterday?" thought.

"And the grave of Mrs Freya in the public cemetery, it is only symbolic for the place of pilgrimage of those who know her," continued Mr. Yahya again.

"Keep, what's the point of those things in the basement? Does that belong to Grandma too?"

"Most of them belong to your grandmother, who was brought from her hometown in Romania. Some of them were bought by your mother" Yahya said.

"All of these things were used to protect your grandmother from curses and evil spirits, as your parents believed," Ms. Rohaya said.

"Curse?" Qiandra paused her lips while throwing a look outside the veranda of the house.

The view of the banana garden and the dark yam, as it depicts the gloomy mood of the Qiandra at this time. He was tired of hearing words related to things outside of science. It cannot be explained scientifically.

"So we've been cursed all along?"

"It's not so, son. Believe it or not, but since birth your grandmother has been considered a curse carrier. Therefore his tomb was moved and given a seal in the form of objects with spell writing like that," explained Bu Rohaya.

"So what I've been through the last few days is because of a curse?" Qiandra told me everything she's been through lately.

"Emmm... You can't answer it right or not. But as long as Father and Mother work with your parents, nothing bad has ever happened to your family" replied Mr. Yahya.

The old man then got up from the bamboo chair where he was sitting, and went to a room. Long enough he was there and came back out carrying a brown envelope whose color was beginning to fade.

"This is the original plan of your house when you wake up. The architect was Dutch, but the one who designed it in general was Mr. Geffie, your father."

The basement is divided into fifteen small, labyrinth-shaped rooms. And two exactly the same big rooms.

Mr. Yahya said, the two large rooms have the exact same layout, to trick incoming intruders. The difference is, one room has the grave of the grandmother and the other does not.

The feathers of the Qiandra stood up instantly. His heart beats faster. The memory of the basement appeared in his head.

"The room I went to yesterday, is there a tomb or not?"

Qiandra's shock didn't just get there. He found a very long underground passageway, and ended up somewhere he was very familiar with.

(Connected)

Thank you for reading. See you around...