Detective Horror

Chapter 12 - Steward And Lestari

The steward took a photo of the beauty of the sunflower fields, with some shots of his camera. He was really very interested in the village full of flowers, as well as full of mystery.

The steward continued to step foot through the vast field of sunflowers. He intended for a small hill at the end of the flower field. He thought maybe the view from there would be better. The camera in his hand is ready to be shot when he finds something interesting.

Manik eyes of the flight attendant were fixed on a beautiful girl who was enjoying the atmosphere of the flower fields from the top of the hill. The steward immediately aimed his camera lens at the girl.

After a few snapshots were taken secretly, the girl suddenly turned her head. He realized that a stranger was secretly photographing him.

"Hey, what are you doing?" exclaim that girl. He looks unhappy with the actions of the steward.

Feeling caught, the steward went up the hill to meet the girl.

"A. I just took a few pictures of the scenery" replied the flight attendant nervously.

The girl snatched the camera from the grasp of the flight attendant. He checked the shots earlier.

"This what? This is my picture, right? Do I look like a sunflower?" The girl looks upset.

"Yes, that's it. I thought you were as pretty as a flower too." The confused steward had to say what.

"Basic gumbal!" The girl grumbled as she passed away down the hill which was a slightly steep road.

Like a magnet, the steward follows the girl's steps.

Feeling followed, the girl turned around. But alas, he lost his balance and slipped. With reflexes, the steward tried to hold him back from falling.

The girl pulled the arm of the steward. Use it as a focus. Due to the declining road conditions, the steward cannot maintain his balance. He was dragged away by the girl and fell down. The two bodies of different types, now embrace each other rolled down the hill.

The steward was trying to protect the girl's body. He clenched tightly onto the girl's body. The girl's face was buried into the chest of her field, while the Master's hand held the back of the girl's head to protect her from impact.

Fortunately the hill was only a mound of land overgrown with grass. There was not the slightest scuff on the girl's body. Only a little dirty due to contact with the ground and grass.

"Are you okay?" ask the worried servant.

"It's okay. Thank you!" The girl awkwardly broke away from the arms of the Steward.

"I'm sorry about taking your picture without your permission." The man looks sincerely apologizing.

"That's it, don't have to be discussed anymore" said the girl.

"I'm Lestari. I'm also a tourist, not a native of this village." The girl who turned out to be Lestari introduced herself.

"Dance, let's go home!" A figure of a beautiful woman's body, emerged from the lushness of the flower fields.

"Yes, Brother Puspa! I also want to go home" said Lestari.

"Who is he?" search Puspa with a cold look.

"He's a photographer who happens to be on duty in this village." Lestari helped answer.

"Why are there so many photographers in this village? Just this morning there was a brash photographer who dared to hug me!" Puspa.

"Oh, so you're the girl my best friend told me about?" The steward seemed to know that the two girls were the ones Zulfikar had met before.

"So you're a friend of that brash guy? Dance, don't get close to her!" Puspa pulled Lestari's arm away from the flight attendant.

"Who do you mean brash man?" A voice from behind shocked Puspa.

Zulfikar, who had intended to catch up with the Priest, was already standing behind Puspa.

"Huh, it turns out you are again! Are you following me on purpose?" dengus Puspa's.

"Don't GR! Who's been following you?" zulfikar.

"Already Zul, don't fight with women." Pramuja.

"Tuh, listen to what your friend says! It looks like he's more gantle than you" Puspa sneered.

"Basic you!" Zulfikar becomes a bogey.

The steward and Lestari just laughed amusedly at the quarrel of Puspa and Zulfikar.

"We'd better get back to the villa soon," asked Pramuja. Others agreed to it.

The four people finally came out of the sunflower field. From behind the bushes not far away, there was a pair of eyes watching with a cold gaze.

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