Alexio "Pink Diary"

Chapter 97

Only accompanied by Roy, according to Alexio, because the man's escort remains tight even from a distance that is not visible to him. Alexio did not want many people with him, worried about provoking many people's attention and raising concerns from those he would visit today.

Kutuh Village, South Kuta, not far from the beach of Mount Payung Bali. Alexio visited a house with a food stall next to him. A 50-year-old mother looked busy serving a customer who ordered a meal.

Roy and Alexio approach with his casual attitude, “Excuse me mom, is this really the house of I Gede Roni?” Roy asked, while Alexio looked at a simple area of the house, without a fence but looking beautiful.

“Who are you.?” Hearing Roni's name, the mother looked nervous. Even the plate that was designed for his customers almost fell if he did not immediately control his nervousness.

“Include, I'm Roy.” Roy stuck out his arms acquainted, while Alexio did not interfere at all, he was quite watching over both the attitude, the expression and the surrounding of the mother.

“My client is not in this house, she is dead.” His reply held back the tremor body Alexio could see from his fingers squeezing each other.

“Can I talk to mom for a minute?” roy asked trying to dig up the information.

But the one asked shook his head, “Sorry I am busy. I have to keep my shop.” Rejected, obviously he did not heed Roy's request. Though the condition of the stalls is not crowded, there are only 5 people who buy.

“I will take care of it.” Roy quickly volunteered to replace the supervision of the mother's stall.

“No...” he said which Alexio immediately grabbed

“I need to talk for a while, just a moment. And it matters.” Although slow and seemed relaxed, but there was intimidation from every tone of Alexio's speech that demanded coercion there.

The mother's eyes look wild, she glanced around and then turned again to Alexio so on until 10 seconds later Alexio sauntered casually towards the main building exactly he was sitting on the porch chair.

Sighing heavily, the mother finally followed in Alexio's footsteps and hesitantly pulled the handle on her door and entered and followed Alexio.

“Mari.” Greet him to Alexio who sat in an old-looking classic chair. Even the bus was already thin with a few scratches on the wooden part of the chair.

There was no intention at all to serve the dish even a single glass of water no, the mother was steadfastly sitting opposite Alexio.

“What do you want to talk about my bli?” directly into the core of the conversation, did not want to ask about the name of the guest in front of him.

Alexio looked into his eyes in a large room, not adjacent to the living room that there was a tv there. He could see there was a picture frame of a jerk man who had carved wounds for all his family.

“I want to ask something about Roni related to his depraved deeds 14 years ago.” Alexio replied while looking at the look on the face of the mother who was wide open to hear it.

“A-what do you mean?” her tan is trembling

“Ba-how did you know my bli died 14 years ago.” Again, he threw a question for Alexio, quite surprised to know the case when his brother died, which was only a few people who attended the funeral because it was immediately turned into ash.

“Sure I know. Because your brother was the one who harassed my sister who was 8 years old at the time, and the jerk again he did it until 3 years old until my sister died.” Hard, sharp and very painful fact that Alexio told the family of the deceased.

“No!! You lied!” his screams rejected all Alexio's explanations that seemed cornered and unreasonable.

“I was there, and the news of your brother's death was neatly closed by my family until the media alone no one knew.” Cynical, Alexio widens a grin that looks creepy to his interlocutors.

“You lied! Bli Roni died in an accident, not a crime.” Still holding on to his opinion.

The mother shook her head quickly, her tears flooded, “No, Inda said Roni died in an accident and she showed evidence of her death record.” The answer was convinced and rejected Alexio's explanation

Alexio was stunned to catch any name the woman mentioned, “Inda? Who's that?” tanyanya.

“He is the one who helps our family, my Bli boss.” The woman replied without hesitation. Obviously he was honest from the one that caught Alexio's eye.

“Atasan? And he sent your brother's body?” two question sentences thrown Alexio and answered a nod from his interlocutor.

Alexio seemed silent for a while, his brain far away thinking back to the time where the incident ended. Indeed, at that time he was unconscious, everything seemed empty as soon as he woke up from his coma. With the painful fact his sister died before he could see and say goodbye first.

‘Does anyone take his body that day? I'll ask papa.’ Inner Alexio.

“Are you still in touch with that person named Inda?” ask Alexio full of probes. And his hope was granted as the woman nodded slowly until Alexio's breath seemed relieved.

“Can I request a contact?” ask again with hope. Can be seen at this time Alexio pleaded from his tone of speech even his bowing attitude.

“Alright, briefly.” The woman who is the sister of the perpetrator, aka the bastard, got up from her seat. Long enough he entered a room that Alexio judged to be a private room.

3 Minutes of time left by the woman until her body pokes behind curtains shades of red flowers.

He gave a piece of paper on the table which he pushed in front of Alexio.

“It was mom number Inda.” He and Alexio stared at the woman's body language whether honest or not. But it seems honest because there is no strangeness and nervousness there.

“Alright, thank you for your help.” Alexio

“So your destination here is actually what?” ask Roni's sister

“I want to question a name, Andriana, it is the person behind the crime of your sister.” Answer Alexio.

“Andri-andriana said you earlier?” the woman's face looked surprised to hear the name Alexio mentioned

“Iya, Andriana.” Alexio replied firmly.

“No, impossible.” he shook his head quickly reject Alexio's statement of the name.

“The woman has long since died, even long before my bli.” He stared at Alexio still with a surprised look

“What? No way, your brother did all that on the basis of that damned woman's grudge.” Obviously Alexio believes, because it is written in Alexia's diary there is a name there.

“No, Andriana died 20 years ago. My own bli who told and showed me the photo of his grave.” The woman's limbs that transmitted a shocked reaction to Alexio's face rounded her eyes to hear the words just now.

Andriana is dead? Even before the tragedy happened? How can!!!

And Inda? The woman who carried the body of that jerk, who is it!