Murder In The Old Castle
XXXVII. A Rose Bouquet
Night still leaves stuffy since the disappearance of dr.Dwi. Michael and Hans were still struggling in the backyard, standing suspicious of each other. It's very natural at a time like this, no one can be trusted.
Michael looked up at Hans's face turning deadly. The deep suspicion was completely drawn. As the night wore on, the two men decided to return to the castle. Until this moment, they found no sign of the existence of Dr. Dwi.
“Did that doctor have the same fate as the others?” ask Hans.
“Entai!” michael answered short. There's something he's thinking.
“I hope he's okay. I can't imagine if that doctor was taken out. Then it is not impossible that Ammar is also a target. Or maybe the killer has other plans?”
“I don't think it's that easy to conquer Ammar. He is a very experienced policeman. He can detect the lies hidden in the face. So don't even try to lie in front of him!”
They walked towards the silent castle. The wind blew a little hard, blowing the increasingly gripping cold. Fear mixed with anxiety now stopped in each occupant. Seconds keep rolling stocking anxiety.
“So you're thinking?” ask Hans.
“Maybe. I'm thinking about the next murder. I think I know what's gonna happen. All of this is written in my novel. All the series of assassins that have occurred in the castle are the same as the ones I have written. There was a crazy genius who tried to duplicate me,” Michael said.
“You wrote the same novel that happened here? Oh my God, this is really crazy. What's gonna happen next? What kind of murder?”
Michael halted his steps, looking at Hans deeply as he shook his head.
“The next murder will sound a little cruel.”
“What do you mean?”
“Now you can imagine the state of the person who died slowly because his whole body was tied up, then doused in gasoline and burned alive!”
“Gosh! What kind of madness is that?”
“I hope it doesn't happen,” murmured Michael.
***
Morning greet the old castle area by presenting a mantari who looks arrogant enthroned in the sky. His golden radiance infiltrated into the window of a room on the second floor. Adrianna squirms lazily, because last night she felt sleep deprived. Unaccounted Tiara who currently lives in a room with him.
Maybe he was doing morning exercise, he muttered.
Not yet had time to move from the bed, the sound of knocking on the door was startling. Actually he was lazy to get up, but inevitably he had to stand up and open the door. He was surprised to see the figure of Ammar Marutami looking at him sharply. Adrianna hurriedly squeezed her sleeping kimono, while developing a smile.
“Day is still very early, Mr. Police. Are you going to interrogate me?” ask Adrianna.
“There's little I want to ask you, Adrianna. Maybe you can dress more properly and meet me in the living room. I waited for you,” said Ammar.
“Five more minutes I'll be there.”
Adrianna immediately prepared to fulfill Ammar's call. He felt a bit nervous, worried that the police would ask questions. He was interviewed a while ago, or maybe someone missed?
She wears a pale purple blouse combined with a black skirt. Her beautiful hair she neatly groomed, and her face also had polished thin makeup. His narrowed eyes squinted, hoping to immediately dodge the cornering questions. He sat confidently, crossed his legs gracefully, trying to hide the nervousness.
“I got a report about losing perfume some time ago. Of course this is a bit ridiculous at a time like this there are messing with perfume.Not long ago you found the perfume in Maira's closet, so you suspect he is the thief ..”.
“Indeed he's the thief!” cut Adrianna.
“I'm not done yet, Adrianna. Wait for me to explain! Actually, I think the perfume thief was joking and wanted to distract from the case. But a few days later I realized that the lost perfume had been used by someone under the basement. The aroma is very strong!”
“Gosh! Why did the perfume get there? I never went there. Someone must have been wearing it on purpose. Maira did all this!”
“Do not conclude first. You know, in that basement I kept bodies that would be examined further, including Rania's body. But yesterday I lost one of them. I don't know what kind of man likes to collect the rest of the bodies of the dead. No trace is left, except the scent of the lost perfume,” Ammar explained.
“How do you recognize that perfume scent is my perfume?”
“Easy only. You used to wear that perfume while we were walking around the tea garden, then found Karina's body. How could I forget that delicate perfume scent?”
Adrianna blushed. He was sure that Ammar's words were not to tempt him. Paras Ammar looks serious as if she is stripping him. As much as possible, he tried to be calm.
“So what do I mean I was called here?” ask Adrianna.
“Only to make sure that you really lost that perfume, and not just engineering it, then throw the blame on the other party. That's it!”
Hearing Ammar's words, Adrianna's emotions bubbled up. He was deeply offended by being accused of fabricating the loss of perfume. He stared intently at Ammar Marutami.
“You think I made up this story?”
“I'm sorry, Adrianna. Understand that everyone in this castle is a suspect who will use any tactics to remove any traces. I as an investigator have the right to suspect anything possible. No offense.”
“Good. I-i understand. But I really didn't make up for the loss of the perfume because there was absolutely no benefit to me. Sorry, this conversation is over. Suddenly I lost interest. Sorry, I'm back in the room. Have a great day!”
Adrianna soon passes from Ammar's presence, leaving the same perfume scent as the one in the basement.
Ammar breathed. He managed to ignite the young woman's emotions. For a moment he felt alone, because there was no one he could ask for consideration. Dr. Dwi's disappearance worries her. He hoped that the doctor would be found alive.
***
Cornellio Sham was stunned on his doorstep. A bouquet of roses lay on the doorstep, not knowing who had deliberately placed it. Slowly he picked it up, then he went back into the room.
Who put the bouquet of flowers? Secret fan or who...?
He smelled the rose petals neatly tied with a bright red ribbon. The smell is fresh. This flower has just been picked. Probably from the garden in the courtyard beside the castle. He had never received a flower delivery from anyone before. This post surprised him a little.
Not to mention he realized who the sender of flowers, he found a greeting card with a very neat handwriting.
‘Bunga is the embodiment of holy love. My admiration for you can only be expressed through this flower arrangement. Meet me at the back shed tonight at eleven o'clock, I'll reveal all the charms that exist - Discoverer Secret’
“Who is this? Should I fulfill the invitation?”
***
