The Long Night of Amelia
Chapter 12: Tiam Restaurant

A bright morning. Chinese restaurants that stand close to the bustling center of the capital make it one of the most visited places. Especially during lunch or weekend. Tiam restaurant is not a fancy restaurant. The interior is made of bamboo and wood. On the front is even surrounded like a fence made of bamboo fences painted in soft brown color.The lights are decorated with colorful paper lanterns of various sizes. Inside the pillars of foundation wood refractors are made of anti-termite teak wood painted in dark red. At first glance, the entire building looks nuanced mix of China and Indonesia. Because on some of the walls of the kitchen room with a customer's table is limited to the walls of bamboo cubicles shades of green and yellow. On the front porch of the entrance there is a large signpost bearing the name of the restaurant and decorated with a mini fish pond decorated around it with towering water bamboo plants. Inside there are various colors of chef fish. Add a beautiful and comfortable atmosphere.

Amelia was sitting in a corner of a chair close to the pool. Up from the outside is not too visible because it is covered in bamboo plants that adorn. A comfortable spot for him.

The clock still shows at 09:00 in the morning. He may be too early to get there, so that no visitors have come to the place. Fortunately, the restaurant was open at 08:00 a.m. So he didn't have to wait for the restaurant to open. It will look like a bum sitting in front of a store that is still closed!

Since this morning he searched the internet about the murder of the owner of this restaurant, he finally decided to come to this place directly. Fortunately this restaurant although not too big and luxurious, according to the reviews of its visitors, this restaurant is one of the best-rated restaurants. In addition to free WiFi facilities, and close to office buildings and some food menus are also one of the favorite food vlogger menus that have visited, he said, the price is fairly standard for his pocket as a part-time writer.

Amelia was sipping Milk Tea Shake Tiam, one of their flagship menus while her hand pressed the buttons of the laptop that was on. Besides presented a plate of banana grilled chocolate cheese that gives off a savory sweet aroma that arouses taste.

Amelia was enjoying the dishes and free WiFi offered there, as she thought hard, how to investigate the murder case of the restaurant owner. Should he confess to a journalist ? he was worried that no servant would talk about this matter. They will surely shut up!thought Amelia.

But Amelia ventured to call a maid when she was cleaning the table right next to her seat.

"Sorry I want to ask mbak, I see in the news the owner of this restaurant is dead. Then later this restaurant will close the donk because no one takes care of it ?"amelia said to the young servant in front of her.

"Hmm.iya sich mbak..iya also do not know the problem .." he replied again as he approached closer to Amelia until almost they faced a face that was a few inches apart.

"Well..if the lid is very dear donk mbak..kan dah quite famous and the rating is good...ntar the servants on where mbak ? no manager here previously took care of operations here other than the owner ?" ask Amelia to come back. He pretends to be a customer who will lose his best spot.

The waitress was silent. His face turned left and right, as if he was afraid that someone would see him. He moved his body forward and spoke in a very slow voice, almost Amelia could not hear him.

"Ooo...If you may know what his name is mbak ? was the manager here ?" amelia asked in a whisper.

"Name Mr. Chan.we no one knows who he is.either he is an investor or mother raised him to be a manager here...I'm just saying, Mr. Chan will help oversee operations here. But it was only a few days, suddenly he disappeared and since then his own mother took care of everything. We once suggested that my mother appoint a manager only so that she did not have to bother pacing - mandir here.but he refused and said he liked what he was doing...so no one dared to ask the mother any more about the matter." the waiter looked worried that someone would see him talking to the customer about something instead of their order.

"Sorry I have to work again.Mbaknya any more want to order ?"ask the waiter in a soft and gentle voice.

"Oo..yet.this is it first ..later if there is another order I will recall the mbaknya..thank you.."answer Amelia understood with the anxiety of the waiter.

He turned off the voice recording device on the side of his laptop. It seems that the waiter didn't think Amelia was a journalist with a recorder on. A small black box, which was half the size of his palm.

Amelia tried googling the name of the servant, but she found nothing about the man named Mr. Chan mentioned. He tried to googling with the words man, man, man, but still no information is being sought. No man or man has ever been a manager or investor or anything that has anything to do with this restaurant.

Who is Mr. Chan ?Does it have anything to do with the murder of the restaurant owner ? Or was his death purely a suicide, like an issue that was circulating on the internet ? Can the police or himself uncover the mystery behind this case ?

Questions ran amelia's mind. Will he continue the investigation in order to get the best news for his writing that will be deadline a few days ?Or will he just change the existing topic into opinion writing ? Amelia was still confused by all these riddles. His great conscience and curiosity drove him to go ahead and get all the important information about the case, on the other hand it feels like he wants to stop and change course because there is too little time he has for everything. Amelia had finished up the entire plate containing her baked banana.

When he did not realize, in the distance, behind the wall of the kitchen, someone was watching his every move there...