Dating Contract

CHAPTER 207: THE HIDDEN ROOM

- POV Lala

I bite my finger, it's gonna be hard. Rushing, I returned to the room, until something fell making me jerk, Heart pounding as if to be dislodged.

Turn, check. A tumbler is falling. I ran to the wood floor.

Squat down and quickly grab the tumbler, get up again holding on to the wall.

A rumbling sound rang out from below, something that I poked apart from the surrounding floor.

Somehow the floor measuring one meter by one meter was down to the bottom of the iron wall.

"Oh! help u!! anyone please!" I screamed, staring up, the floor closed. I hit that iron, I don't want to make any more mistakes or Ars will punish me.

I sat lackluster, the iron kept moving. What have I done until this iron takes me.

How do I turn around or what if when it opens there is Ars.

The four sides of the iron wall above me began to descend slowly, so that I could peer at the different room outside, I closed my eyes before the iron dropped lower, so that I could look at the room, I cringe and tremble when someone is there.

Long, silent, I opened my eyes, my heart was pounding, this dark-walled room, deserted.

A light lamp is on at the end. I came down from the square wooden floor that was carrying me.

Steep on the tile floor, get close to the table. There's a lot of stacked papers.

"Organ donor?" I opened the map containing photos, biodata, medical records, and a kind of approval letter, nominal, there also written the transplantation schedule.

"Oh does this girl want to sell her kidney?"

I looked for another pile and unlocked drawers, I glared to find four pistols in the top drawer and bullet children splattered. I'm shaking. Return to the focus of looking to all corners ...

Searching for a cell phone to every corner.

"How come there's no phone in this room."

My eyes widen at the other table, two cctv screen monitors. I watched one by one, until something caught my attention.

Zooming in on the screen, I found Ars pulling a rifle and something like sparks popping out of the muzzle.

"Five! oh Tatiana!" My nose is wrinkled, and sata eyes are widened. In the middle of Dima's field, Tatiana and her mother stood in a row.

Ars' men placed an apple on Dima's head, where the faces of the three of them were dirty by pieces of fruit. The whole apple over Tatiana exploded and fell apart flowing into Tatiana's face.

I trembled backwards, the body shuddered. What if Ars kills them. Those with deathly pale faces, this is all because of me. And now what do I have to do. Ars would be angry if he knew I was entering a hidden room, I had to rush back.

On the square wooden floor, I now stand, "come on the road! give me back!" I rotate the body, there are no buttons or levers.

How I'm going back, Oh my God. Ars will kill me.

I want to pee, even here it's just a dark square room and there's no sort of bathroom. How is this, I circled the room, literally maybe ten meters by ten meters.

"Daniel, oh help me," I murmured. I turned my eyes looking for a way.

Back to the cctv screen, opening the drawers below, I opened the paper, and was a map. It's lucky! thanks God.

However, whether this is a map of this house, the map is not in English or Indonesian. And that's a lot of big rooms that I'm not sure about.

I scratched my head not understanding.

Staring at the cctv checking Ars's place. My eyes widened Ars was no longer there, did he realize I was not in the room.

Found it! Ars was walking followed by a pale-faced girl, seemingly terrified. Ars took the girl, to a room.

In that room, on a table, there was a phone .. I had to go to the room, I took a good look at the small windowed room, I had a good look, I enlarged the view if in view of the window that looked outside area, maybe it was on the first floor, I really want to call Richie quickly.

My cold sweat poured out, I found no clue to go back to the room.

Stepping heavy with the map, towards the desk full of files. My eyes were glued to the wall board covered in a thin sheet of bone white cloth.

I climbed up the chair and then the table, and opened, who knows, that's the map.

Once open, that wide frame made me step back from the table. My feet don't step on the table, I'm stuck. Stripping against the back of the black chair, the black chair fell down, I automatically fell down with my back to the floor, while my butt was on the back of the chair.

I moan. Shoulders and elbows ache, my butt hurts but my eyes are glued to the frame.

Why are there photos of my whole family and the people around me? Ars spying on our family?

I looked closely at the first diagram: Tiger Shark, below which were two names: Sergey Vladimir. And one of them is a picture of my father as a young man (but it says Algio) .

From the name Sergey down, it says: Veeper. The line down again, the left side of the name: Ars Vladimir and, right: Artyom Vladimir.

The second diagram is called Bee. Downline: Lewis Martin parallels father's photo with Algio inscribed.

And down from Lewis's name: the name 'Johan Orion Abhimanyu'. And on his right, my photo. Line down - Amber and Lydia-

"This photo of Amber and Lydia, when my son just graduated from college, right. Ars pegged at us, long time ago?"

Diagram Three, I looked at this diagram in confusion.

Kevin's name, the line down there are two:

Left, Black Lion: line down Parker.

Right, White Tiger: line down photo Daddy, algio.

While the line from father down: my photo. Line down again lined photos: Isla, Irish, Ivy, and Vino.

"Is this some kind of family diagram? why is there a name for Mr Parker?"

"Ars Vladimir, what's Ars' name?" i'm scrutinizing. "Veeper's writing is above Ars, probably because Ars is sort of the chairman of Veeper."

I rolled my eyeballs. "But what does Bee and Lewis' grandfather have to do, what is Bee?"

"And what does Kevin have to do with Black Lion and the white tiger" I thought loudly, "what is that kind of code?"

"And why in all three diagrams, is there always a picture of dad?"

A noise came from above, an iron box began to descend where I had come down.

Shaking, I returned the fallen chair and climbed up with it to the table, covering the diagram with a thin cloth.

"What am I supposed to do" I muttered confusedly, staring at the floor and across the room as the iron box was half down.

I put a thin map, it into my blemish.na da.lam.

I hid myself behind the sofa. When I squatted, the iron machine had already started to open its top.

I sat curled up, my heart pounding my eyes. The footsteps of someone were getting closer. I was increasingly unable to resist wanting to urinate, my hands trembling hugging my knees.