YOUNG WIFE POLICE SIR
ALINA
Shouting Aliya echoed making Altha take a deep breath, combing the long hair that had already rolled into one.
"Fire, Tika's hair can't be combed either." Atika Monyong's lips, his head hurt because of the grabbed Juna who had difficulty combing it.
"Seek Aunty Helen please." Alt is still busy pulling Al's hair.
"No way."
Altha raised her hand, prompting Aliya and Atika to go again to the salon. Cutting his second hair that was very tangled.
"Cut both of your hair, change the color of the hair, I don't like to see it." Alt pulls the two women out of the house making Arjuna and Helen laugh.
Aliya and Atika are forced to go to the salon to fix her hair back, Altha has given up seeing the two screaming.
Alt's gaze was directed at Helen who mocked Aliya, both of whom looked very familiar despite their different ages.
"Elen, may I ask. What do you think of Aliya's attitude?" Altha sat staring at Amora's nanny who was also guarding Atika.
Elen's smile was seen, Aliya the first woman to understand the feelings of others. He is not irritable and is very good at controlling emotions.
Al is not just a friend or sister to Helen and her family, she saves. When everyone closed their eyes, and Al reached out.
Elen's school fees, Aliya's paying. Even his sister Aliya's milk money also helps.
Whoever insults, Al is the first person to come forward to defend, he is a mother and father figure to his best friend.
"Sir Al is not only good to Elen, but to other friends as well. Brother Al always said my benefit as long as you can still use it, do not hesitate to have fun with me, but if you want to go and betray the part first so that he does not feel abandoned." Elen smiled feeling very lucky to know the figure of Aliya.
"Did Al do a lot of crime?"
"Evil or delinquency?" Elen doesn't know the difference.
Although Aliya is a cheerful child, she has many secrets, especially about crime or mischief.
No one wants to ask, because Aliya has a personal life that can not be digested by ordinary people like Elen, but certainly Aliya has a good heart.
"Whatever Al did was to endure, to help, to stop, and to punish. The rest Elen doesn't know."
Altha nodded her head, questioning Elen, perhaps Al had told her about her past or the people who imprinted it on her memory.
"Sister Al never told you about yesterday let alone the past, we only talk about today and tomorrow." Elen immediately went back, she did not feel good if Al saw himself chatting with her husband.
"Are you sure you're not lying?"
"It's up to you what you want to think of it, but surely Elen has already replied."
Altha returns to her room, reopening the report of the Aliya family massacre.
An email came in, a report from the police who handled the case fifteen years ago.
"Wow, twenty-two people died." Altha really did not believe it.
In an area of the house away from the crowds, a family that rarely adapts to outsiders, but has many employees who settle there.
There were five domestic assistants, three drivers, three garden nurses, as well as small children living there who also died on the spot.
Two nannies, a husband-wife pair, one alleged young wife, and two children of a young wife.
"It's very strange, in one room there was a fight. Why can the victims be found in one place, if there are dead there they should have fled, but why remain silent." Altha stared intently very curious.
"Then what is this? why is it that without a detailed investigation it is closed? who was the murderer? why aren't there any weapons found?" Altha closed the file in a dizzy state.
Too many of the puzzles that Altha had solved for the first time, there were other survivors besides Aliya.
"What weapon did he use?" Altha took out her weapon, taking out the contents of the most bullets that could hold twenty bullets, but the casualties were twenty-two, meaning there were two weapons.
"We have more than one weapon."
"What is more than one? is there anyone else who survived besides me? who?" Aliya looked at Altha sharply.
"Who are you there, can there be anyone else but you?" Altha smiled at Aliya's hair that had been cut to the shoulder.
"Who is he?" Aliya closed her eyes trying to remember what she saw.
"Al, try to be honest with me so we can catch the culprit. There's too much weirdness here." Alt shows the victims that Aliya herself has never seen.
Aliya's head shook her head, she wasn't too close to the housekeeper other than the nanny. The assistant lives in the pavilion, Al and his brother are forbidden from leaving the room even school at home.
"A foreigner came to your house?"
"No, we're the school Mama taught us. Mama's a lecturer, she's watching us. Mama said we're different kids so we can't get out." Al saw his brother who was also a victim.
Altha stared intently, asking Aliya to stop telling stories seeing Aliya's face that was very sad, but could not cry.
"Sister, Aliya lives alone. Who killed our family? did Aliya do it?" Al lowered his head, clasping firmly his hands felt anger.
Altha immediately hugged tightly, rubbed Aliya's back asking her to calm down and forget about it if it was very painful.
"Not good Al hair?" Aliya released her embrace instantly swirling around showing new hair.
"Em, pretty. You weird chick." Altha looked at Aliya's face which covered her sadness with laughter.
The sound of the door opening sounded, Altha immediately laughed seeing Atika whose short hair looked very pretty.
"Papi's beautiful son." Altha hugged Atika who liked her hair.
Aliya's smile was visible, staring at her brother's picture. Aliya's feeling bad about her sister. He never even knew what happened to his brother.
"Alina, she's Aliya's sister." Al smiled looking at Altha who flipped the picture of Alina.
Atika immediately ran out, leaving Altha and Aliya who tangent wanted to do what.
"Stop investigating us, this is dangerous Altha. He's back after fifteen years, he's come to kill me who only lives alone." Al squeezes everything Altha collects, shuts down the computer and the printer for Altha to stop.
"Tomorrow will I go there? the pavilion you were referring to never looked at Aliya."
"There, Al often saw it from Al's room."
"All right, I'll make sure tomorrow." Altha threw the paper that Al squeezed into the trash.
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