Code 810: Disappearance of the Diatmica

Chapter Twenty Five

The atmosphere inside the art gallery at the top of the city became increasingly tense. Gilen as the person who was given the trust to manage and be responsible in the art gallery felt very angry because he felt the last few days always got disturbed because of the presence of detectives Egan and Keiko who continued just go back and forth to that art galeei and try to meet him almost every day.

“DALMAR! DALMAR!“ gilen shouted in search of his personal guard, who was usually always nearby but this time Dalmar answered a call from him for quite a while.

Dalmar who turned out at that time was near the entrance of the pantry, who initially had the intention of making drinks for himself jolted and tried as soon as possible to come to his master who was in the workroom.

When Dalmar went into Gilen's office, he saw his boss standing tensely in one corner of his study room while facing the large window that was right behind the chair that he occupied almost every day.

As soon as Dalamar entered, Gilen turned his body eighty degrees and now Gilen was facing Dalamar, his face was clearly reddened as his chest was also hot and full of anger, which was also surely suffocating for Gilen.

“You called me master!?“ dalmar said with a distinctive heavy voice, he stood firmly before Gilen.

“Where are you? Long time responding to my call!“ gilen asked still with a feeling of annoyance that he could no longer bear and hide, clearly heard from his rising tone.

“Sorry sir, I was in the pantry to make a drink,” Dalmar replied politely.

Dalmar, who has a large body and dark skin and a pretty rogue face, has never once been disrespectful to Gilen, he always respects and prioritizes the interests of Gilem. That was also one of the reasons for Gilen to never replace Dalmar as his guardian with someone else.

“Have Rara make me a cold drink now, I need to cool my chest and head. After that you come back here again, there is something I need to talk to you about!“ the Gilen command while************ its own hands.

In fact, the emotion in Gilen has not subsided at all and because Dalmar has long worked for Gilen then he understood the condition of his boss at that time then without much talk and dalmar chirped out of the room and asked Rara, Gilen's secretary, to make him a drink like Gilen asked him to.

After submitting Gilen's request to Rara, according to the direction Gilen gave, Dalmar immediately returned to Gilen's office.

“Excuse me sir. I've asked Rara to make a cold drink for you as you asked just now,“ said Dalamar who stood in the doorway.

“Log here Dalmar, don't just stand there,” command Gilen.

Dalmar went in and sat down before Gilen, who then sat on the sofa that was close to the sofa that Dalmar was sitting on and took a deep breath trying to fill his entire lung gap fully filled by oxygen.

“I need to talk to you, Dalmar. We need to exchange ideas more precisely. My head is full and feels like it is pressing on me. It feels like my chest is also so the follow-up feels tight, as much as whatever oxygen I try to get in it feels still not enough,” said Gilen.

“What is really bothering your mind sir?“ dalmar asked his boss.

Not yet Gilen spoke to answer Dalmar's question, there was a knock on the door.

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Rara opened the door, walked in and brought Gilen a cold drink. Rara who has a sexy body was walking closer and closer to Gilen and after arriving in front of Gilen, Rara immediately put the drink on the table in front of Gilen.

“I make according to father's request,” said Rara with a smile.

“Ok. Thank you ra,” reply Gilen.

After smiling in response to Gilen Rara's thank-you note, he headed towards the entrance of Gilen's room and his body disappeared unseen behind the closed door.

“How can this happen?“ gilen asked half a whisper.

“I don't understand what you mean, sir,” reply Dalmar.

“How did the two detectives suspect me?“ Gilen asked Dalmar.

“I also don't really understand sir. There may be evidence pointing to you,” Dalmar posited a possibility to Gilen.

“How can all this happen?“ Gilen said as if he could not believe what was going on.

Whether the question was really intended for Dalmar or Gilen was just asking himself but surely Dalmar could not answer the next question from Gilen. Dalmar could only sit in silence while watching the agitated movements of his boss.

“Master, try to drink first so you can be much calmer,” Dalmar said as he raised a glass in front of him and handed it to Gilen.

Gilen was initially reluctant to take the glass, but after seeing the ice cube in the glass and it was tempting, he finally took the glass and gulped down the contents of the glass and left only a few pieces of ice cubes.

“Ah... “ Gilen's voice proved that he enjoyed the drink and the heat in his body slowly disappeared replaced with a warm and calm feeling that eventually made him relax again.

“How sir, do you already feel the better your condition?“ dalmar asked after seeing Gilen's expression that looked so comfortable.

“Thank you for your advice Dalmar, drinking the cold drink provided by Rara was my most appropriate decision today,” Gilen said as he spread his shoulders onto the back of the sofa and closed his eyes.

“Any original master you can feel better and you can relax a little in the midst of chaos that you never expected this,” Dalmar reply that now curls a smile on his face.

Gilen who was continuing to soak in the calmness inside him kept his eyes closed while Dalmar remained sitting next to him not shifted an inch, sitting quietly while continuing to pay attention to Gilen, while still watching him, the man who trusted him so much, relied on him and the place for Gilen to keep all his darkest sense of belonging.

Dalmat continued to accompany his boss and waited for Gilen to give him his next command without making a sound, without any movement that might bother Gilen at this time.