Crazy Woman's
Case One:Corpse in the store
The crowd at the store center attracted men wearing cowboy hats who were cleaning their teeth with toothpicks.
Immediately in the crowd, his gaze was on a woman who was crying, beside him was a fat man wearing a brown coat.
"Master, it wasn't me who killed her but her" he said, pointing to a woman wearing a green dress.
The person accused was directly ruffled by the waist, his eyes glared as he said loudly
"His son, I just returned from here at half-twelve, I did meet with bang Johan, he even greeted me, but I never had the slightest intention to kill him"
The young girl did not want to lose, she stood beside the fat man while saying
"In that case, what was the reason, I had to kill him, the one who should be the killer is you, you're the owner of this shop, and everyone in this town knows you're the mistress of this man, and everyone in this town knows you're the mistress of this man, it's not like that"
the woman's cheeks flushed red, while the man wearing the cowboy hat whispered to the old man next to her.
"What's going on"
"Mistress Blomington's help found Johan's bang lying on the floor with his head stuck in a knife, according to the police, this was an accidental murder committed by Mrs Blomington for carelessly mopping the original floor of the asalan to make Mr. Johan slip and then the knife fell into his head"
The man wanted to leave, but something caught his attention. There's plastic poking at his pants . The man pulled the victim's plastic pants, there was a piece of milk powder . He then circulated a gaze observing the surroundings.
Rows of cereal boxes lined up on the top shelf, in the middle there are a variety of milk powder. Such rows extend and twist back, the back appears a row of household appliances such as screwdrivers, pliers and catut. Apparently in addition to selling daily necessities, this store also sells kitchen utensils.
"Excuse me, you ask me if the victim has any bad habits, milkman"
The question made the two women turn their heads, a policeman immediately greeted him
"You're here apparently the Ocean"
The cowboy smiled and shook the cop's hand.
"Yes sir, uh you haven't answered that question"
The police's eyes glanced at the two women, and Madame Blomington answered the question.
"Yes right, even before the man worked as my gardener, but I fired because I often steal sachet milk in my shop"
"Then it is clear that the culprit is not you but the woman near you,
it"
the blond woman was offended, her eyes were fixed on the man, her lips pursed, as if representing his mood, which was often ungrateful to God.
"Never slander a man sir, slander is more cruel than murder"
"Who said I was slandering you, you killed bang Johan right, first you put the milk sachet in a normal place, then you pretend to say that the madam told her to buy a knife of course after she mopped the floor."
"The unsuspecting Johan immediately responded to the order, he saw the milk sachet and stole it, that's when his footing fell and his body fell on a pile of knives, until it stuck in his forehead"
Hearing that, the blonde-haired woman immediately fell asleep. His brows furrowed looking at the young man.
"Don't just recriminate, what is the evidence that I became the murderer"
"The evidence is that there are your fingerprints on the knife that stuck in the victim's forehead, the number of knives on the shelf there are three, he said,you must change the position of the knife in a place that is easy to fall like on the edge of the shelf, police sir please examine the knife in the forehead and on the shelf, whether there is a fingerprint of the woman"
A forensic officer in a dark blue uniform walked up to the policeman and said.
"What the young man said was true sir, my team found Miss Karen's fingerprints on the knife"
"Can you explain that at Miss Karen police station" the police officer said, handcuffing the woman
"No need, because I killed him, because..."
The woman named Karen was unable to continue her words, tears seemed to bathe the eyes
"I loved the young man, but he never took that feeling seriously, he fell in love with Madame Blomington, who was considered to be his real mother"
The woman stopped speaking, she wiped the tears that were dripping on her cheek with a tissue.
"Saking my jealousy, I once tried to kill the mistress by giving cyanide poison in the coffee that she would drink, but instead it is known bang Johan, he was rampaging and threatening, he said, going to report me to the police, the next morning I wanted to say love but instead there was a fight and it ended with his death, me..."
the sobbing of the woman grew louder, the interval of how long the crying was stopped.
"I am jealous of Mrs Blomington, she is blessed with abundant wealth and people who love her, even poor people like Johan love her, while I, who love her, love her, from childhood I never felt the same way, from my childhood I lived a lack, why god is not fair like this"
"God is fair, son, you don't know, I really miss your free life"
The words stunned Karen, and she said
"From childhood I have always been pitied, what to watch, I envy you who are free to fish in the river, ride a montor bike, if that's me, Wiliam, he said, grandpa Henry's gonna whip me and sleep in the stables"
Really, this woman has experienced sadness. As if she could guess Karen's thoughts, she continued her story
"In fact, I was forced to marry Sunandar, the man I don't know his origin, if you become me, will you accept him"
The question rips through Karen's consciousness, that everyone has their own problems, but whatever this consciousness means, she will soon be imprisoned.
"If you are fed up with the bitterness of your life, share it with others, look at their smiles as they say thank you, then happiness will envelop your heart"
How shady the woman's advice, wanted Karen to hug him and say thank you mom, but that couldn't be because Susanto police had dragged his hands into the prison cell.
Mrs Blomington turned to the ocean and said
"As a thank you would you like some tea at my house later this afternoon?"
"Thank you ma'am, but every afternoon I have a badminton event"
"I'm not forcing, if you want to please, it's okay" Mrs Blomington said as she walked away.
The ocean actually only considers it as a matter of course, but not for the mistress, soon he showered our hero with various gifts, making him feel bad.
"Ocean, there's a box of tarts for you"
The young man looked out, in his right hand clasped by the home phone.
"From"
"Mrs Blomington"
A man in a black jacket patted her on the shoulder
"Yes, you have a secret fan"
The ocean shook his shoulders, he then carried the tart to the cafeteria followed by the man in a black jacket.
"What do you think you should do if you were me Nald, every day sent gifts to fans"
The man picked up a slice of tart, then sipped a glass of warm tea and said.
"If I think you'd better be a widow, usually a man who believes, his heart is lonely, he needs friends"
The man's advice was right, when the Ocean came to the woman's house, he was very happy, just spilled a variety of pastries on the guest table, he said, starting from cookies to traditional cakes like sus cakes all exist.
"So how the story goes you can be a journalist of the Java Ocean post"
The ocean biting a raisin cake, her eyes on the red-lipped woman, the lips were perfectly matched with the black dress she was wearing.
"My parents are not people are ma'am, after High School I tried to make room so cleaning service through gojek, only lasted two years ma'am, because the hostess likes to provide extra workload without tips, because the hostess likes to provide extra workload without tips, a year nganggur I tried to propose, alhamdulilah ketrima"
"If someone gives you an extra job at ten million a month, you don't want to"
"What a job mom"
"Being my gardener, just cleaning the garden is the same as watering flowers anyway"
"If I just water the flowers and clean the yard anyway, I want ma'am"
"Yes, then the job is for you"
That word made the ocean stupefied
"Seriously, I don't know who I am yet"
Mrs Blomington smiled,
"I don't know who you are yet, but your help makes me sure you're a good person, how you accept it"
The man wanted to refuse, but the shadow of life was poor, moved the boarding house until the bon in the increasingly swollen stalls made the man unable to refuse the invitation of the woman.
