Hypocritical
Suspicious
"May I go out for a second Liam?"
He looked, his face was looking puffed up. Something made the man angry. It took a few seconds before Liam answered my question.
"For what?" he said, not giving me something I wanted but instead throwing back a question.
For some reason, Liam's behavior makes me uncomfortable. But for the sake of the truth, I think I need to get out of here to find out.
If only Liam had gone out to take care of his work just like the previous days, I was sure; my movements could have been more free.
His lips opened again, waiting for what the man wanted to say.
"You're out because you want to see that jala*ng, right?" sarcastic, spicy. I held my breath—not out of fear but rather out of overwhelming surprise.
Damnit damnit! Cold sweat involuntarily dripped on the nape of the back of my neck.
Gluey!
Saliva swallowed rough. Where'd he know? If I want to meet Vioner? Though I'm pretty sure I never told anyone including Liam.
Never was!
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"Hah~" a long breath sounded from the direction of my own mouth. Tired of looking at the outside, I turned around. Leaning right on the balcony of the room of this man named Liam, seen from a distance the figure of the man seemed busy doing something.
There were lots of paper around the man.
He still takes care of his job apparently. Why don't you just do it outside? I don't know why today Liam's presence really makes me uncomfortable. Plus what happened this morning, he forbade me to come out and watch over me while doing his job. Keep watch? Actually not so, it's just that— is visible from the gelagat that he did until now. I clearly felt that Liam was watching my movements.
I haven't even got an answer to her question; it's about 'know where Liam is if I call Vioner' the woman he always calls jala*ng.
Ironical.
Is this how it feels to be locked up? Nah! I mean, usually I never go out either. At most just get to the bottom floor or take a walk in the park around there and then come back, it's rare. Most of the time spent in the apartment belongs to the owner of the name Liam.
But for some reason this time I felt cooped up, first; Liam who prevented me from moving all the way out of the apartment and the second figure chose to stay here as if he was watching me.
Really am! His behavior is too excessive.
Every time I approached the landline, he always glanced at— to see who I wanted to contact. This makes me unable to get back to Vioner.
The last conversation we had was too difficult for me to digest. Whatdoes thatmean?
I tried to remember what the woman said.
Listen Rea. He asked me to pay attention to every sentence he would say.
The horse-drawn carriage will turn into a pumpkin at exactly 12 p.m., this old fairy tale about a woman who was given glass shoes by the fairy godmother; so that she can become the princess overnight and then attend the royal dance where she will meet her fateful partner. The prince.
The woman's deadline was 12pm, if she was late to leave then all the magic the fairy godmother gave her would disappear.
With the clanking of the clock bells that sounded? The clang of the clock refers to the signal for the woman to leave the royal party and return home according to the agreement.
The rest is about the search for the prince.
"Godhhh!" there is not a single word I can understand. This interpretation is futile, useless!
Seeing myself thinking too hard, Liam seemed interested. The man started to rebuke me.
"What makes you wrinkle your eyebrows, dear?"
I grimaced, straightened my body and moved away from the balcony area. While shaking my head I try to mutter—tell Liam that I'm okay.
"Just a little dizzy..."
"really?" paro the man. Again I give a strong nod.
"Want a break here?" ask Liam later. I looked around, the figure was almost hoarded by a file right on the bed. If I lie there, instead of feeling relaxed I get more depressed. Plus, isn't that annoying? Just slow down Liam's work.
"No.." I said.
Do I need to sleep in the living room? Oho! Or what about the other empty rooms?!
"May I use the room next to Liam?" I spontaneously asked. After about 5 seconds of thinking, he looked silent. Probably still trying to digest what I've been saying.
But for too long I ended up urging Liam to allow myself to sleep in the next room. Instead of getting dizzy, with a heavy heart he gave a double key.
Funny~
I muttered involuntarily, inwardly when looking at the 4 keys that were strung together one. There's a hanger there, shaped like a pumpkin?
Waitie? A pumpkin?
Gluey!
I swallowed the coarse saliva, my mind suddenly drifting.
"Use this key, make sure to sleep comfortably in the room next door dear.. soon I'm done," he said, managed to attract my attention back. I nodded quickly and gave a knotty smile, leaving from there.
I looked over my tail, Liam didn't follow me. He seemed busy with work and put his full trust in me.
Kreet~ I closed the door slowly and then turned around. Long enough to peg in place while looking at the key that is in my hand.
A pumpkin?
If this is the pumpkin that Vioner meant? So what is the true meaning of that thing?
She wanted me to find out for myself, the woman knew—impossible for us to meet.
Vioner said you shouldn't have used the landline.
The option I can conclude, if I use the landline most likely the conversation I do can be intercepted; in the sense of leaking. It's just that the reason for the wiretapping is for what?
Plus, now I understand why Liam found out that I called Vioner, he was the wiretap. He heard what I was talking about with that woman, but? Why else would Liam bother to do that?
No good reason can be used as a foundation.
Not at all.
Buty?
There are more but?!
It's suspicious.
I raise my head, think of something Rea! Anything that can be used as a clue?!
Ting~
Due to being too focused on thinking, the clanking sound of a clock that is usually difficult to hear just enter through my eardrum. I looked straight over, hit?
"Twelve noon..." The short needle from the wall clock hanging in the corner of the room made me turn my head.
Over there, as I recall there was a small room that was locked like several other rooms. Thanks to the impulse, I extended my legs towards the area.
There were only 4 keys in my hand, so it didn't take long to open the restroom.
Just test the 4th object, of course with smooth movement—light like cotton so as not to be discovered. Without further ado I did it quickly when I was right in front of the door.
Gotchas!
Found her.
Ceklek~
The door was open, not yet 15 seconds I think I regretted the decision I made.
"What's this.. an?"
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