Murder In The Old Castle
XV. Seduction
Tiara had just come out of the room when she was about to descend into the dining room for dinner. At the same time, Maira whose room was next to each other was also about to descend. As usual Maira wore a dress with a wide hemisphere on the chest, showing what was hidden behind it. A pair of diamond earrings look glittering in the dim light of the lamp. Maira always looks glamorous at every opportunity, as if she does not want to waste free time to show off her body.
In contrast to Maira, Tiara wore a simple blouse combined with matching colored trousers. Thin makeup was on her sad face. There was not much jewelry she was wearing. Just a pair of small earrings, and a simple necklace coiled around his neck that level.
“You look beautiful Maira,” praise Tiara for chatting.
“Thank you, Tiara. If you said it more sincerely, I would believe it!” welcome Maira.
Tiara smiled wryly. He did not want to ruin the mood of dinner by arguing something insignificant with Maira. The two arrived at the dining room, when the other writers had also gathered at the place.
Tiara was somewhat surprised, when she saw that there was a new figure she had seen today. A haughty-looking woman and her partner, namely Pak Anggara's nephew, Mariah Alray and Ammar Marutami. The couple looked elegant like kings and queens from the middle of nowhere. His eyes could not help but watch over every writer present on the occasion.
Helen was still busy preparing things, when Mariah Alray opened her voice.
“Good, introduce all, my name is Mariah Alray. I am here acting as the host asked to represent uncle Anggara who is currently traveling out of town.”
“Out of town? Didn't Mr. Anggara ..” cut Maira. His sentence came to a halt when Hans kicked his leg, hinting not to say much.
“I hear you writers whose work is uncle's favorite, unfortunately I don't like to read like him. Instead I feel like writers are just brags selling their shit. But anyway I am happy with the presence of all of you in this place,” continued Mariah.
A braggart who sells nonsense?
The writers sneered inwardly at the words of Mariah Alray. He even had Hans' curse thrown. He muttered.
“Damn it! I'd love to keep his mouth shut for good!”
“Hold your emotions, Hans!” whispered Cornellio who was sitting next to him.
After smiling coldly, Mariah Alray glanced towards the man beside her.
“While this is my husband, Ammar Marutami. He also likes to read novels like Anggara's uncle. Besides he is also a police captain ...” Mariah Alray explained in a stern voice.
“Wait! You're Ammar Marutami? Well, it's an honor to meet you in this place. I often hear your name on television for solving several murder cases. Honestly, your football is so inspiring!” michael Smith said excitedly.
“oya? It's so good to hear that. What are you writing about? Detective story or what ...?” ask Ammar Marutami.
“Yes, my name is Michael Smith. I'm the author of a few detective stories. Later I will learn a lot from you how to solve a case if you don't mind!”
“Michael Smith? I read one of your absurd novels. I'm sorry I had to tell you the truth, that your novel is so awkward and the logic used is pretty sloppy!” ammar Marutami Cibir.
Michael Smith grunts. He was upset that his work was humiliated in front of other writers. His mouth was locked immediately. His desire to learn from the police was extinct. The sympathy that blossomed, slowly withered replaced by a sense of extreme annoyance.
“What kind of novels do you like?” ask Cornellio to Ammar.
“Tak is too much. A romantic romance, and life-struggle novels by Aldo Riyanda! Aldo language is very beautiful and inspiring, unlike most novels on the market,” replied Ammar.
“Oh it's my novel!” Aldo Riyanda.
“Wah, it's great that I met a quality writer like you. You'll have to give me an autograph. There is also the author Tiara Laksmi!” said Ammar again.
“Oh, yes. I'm Tiara Laksmi!” Hearing his name being called, Tiara Laksmi was shocked. Unexpectedly, his novel was read by a famous policeman like Ammar Marutami.
“Wow, this is beyond belief. Interesting novel. I've always wanted to try the lovemaking style you offer in every one of your novels!”
Maira Susanti was unable to hold back her arms, glancing cynically at Tiara. Mairah Alray just smiled coldly hearing her husband's words.
“Good. The chat session is over. Food will be cold if we do not eat immediately. Let's start eating!” take Mariah Alray.
***
Since Karina's death, male writers have chosen not to discuss it on various occasions. Moreover, the castle is now the arrival of a new occupant, a famous police officer who is not in doubt.
However a cop has a strong instinct of smelling awkwardness even if only a little. When Ammar joined the talks, many chose to avoid looking safe.
Except Maira Susanti.
A bright early morning, with flowers of shoes blooming in the front yard, Ammar Marutami was exercising lightly, when Maira Susanti suddenly approached. As usual, the young woman appeared charming, with a casual dress brightly colored, accompanied by a fluffy smile.
“Good morning, Mr Police!” greet Maira.
“Good morning, Maira. You're Maira right?” ask Ammar, while doing a light jump. The sweat drenched his temples, flowing through the cheeks. For a police officer, it takes excellent body fitness. No wonder, he took the time to exercise every morning.
“Accurate once. Your memory is good, especially if you remember a beautiful woman. How did you feel in this place?” ask Maira. He sat on a park bench, watching the police move actively.
“This is not my first visit. As always, this place looks scary. I don't understand how the old man could feel at home living in a place like this.”
“Home sweet home!” maira replied with a smile.
“So when are you planning to leave this old castle? Why do you stay at home in this place?” ask Ammar.
“Entahlah. We are tired of glamorous city life. This place is full of coolness and oxygen. This can inspire writing inspiration. That's what many writers need. Quiet and comfortable place,” said Maira.
“Helen said that eight writers were invited. But last night I only saw seven people. Where's the other author?” ask Ammar.
“Oh, Karina Ivanova. Well, he might not be so resistant to living in a secluded place like this, so decided to run away. I don't know. He simply disappeared, without carrying his belongings. Chances are he's depressed.” Maira explained straightforwardly.
“Kabur? I thought it would be hard to escape from this place without using a car, unless you want to die on the way!”
“I don't know about that at all, Mr. Police. By the way, you look very sexy with such sportswear,” seductive Maira Susanti.
“Hmm. Thank ye. I don't know what kind of woman you said that to me. The key is exercise, because it effectively burns fat and improves the body's metabolism,” Ammar explained.
“I follow fitness club too. It's just that a few months ago I was a little lazy.”
“Malas why?”
“Well, probably because of badmood. It's mundane. Hopefully with a vacation in this old castle will restore my deteriorating mood lately. Want to help me to restore the lost mood?”
“What do you mean?”
“Happy little bit will restore the mood, Mr. Police. I'll need your help ...”
“Oh, of course. I'll invite Mariah to join and ...”
“Not with Mariah! Just the two of us ..” Maira cut Ammar's sentence quickly, looking deeply into his eyes.
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