I Can Hear Your Heart

8. Ghost Protector 1

"Who called you?" I asked after Rosta finished the blessing on his cell phone and when the food was on the table. She's staring. "It seems he's telling you the happy news. Is there something we're going to celebrate here?" I asked with a big laugh on my lips to shake off the suspicion in his heart or even the uncomfortable feeling of having me meddling in his affairs.

He returned my laughter with a wider laugh. "Not now, honey, maybe some time later."

Wow, I was surprised to hear him say 'honey' to me. You can't say that word to your opposite sex carelessly except to a child and I'm not a child.

He smiled happily, greatly enjoying my surprise at his attitude. Trying to be casual I whispered with a smile to her: "Wow, what can hold a Rosta to a victory?" She looked at me fixedly, her palms cupping my cheeks. I lowered my hand and invited him to enjoy the food in front of us.

He's correct. What is stopping me from celebrating my victory? I've got it all, just waiting for the lowest stock price for the entire thirty years the Royal Garden Hotel stands and it's an event that's definitely happened. People have no intention of sleeping in a place where someone is found dead. And the police, they don't have any evidence. Sarina's phone is kept safe with me.

Sarina, as you wish, one part of you will always accompany my day. And there's no cctv footage because I deleted it.

I could look into his mind as Rosta entered the cctv room and deleted the 20 camera footage from 21:00-21:15 wibb. The camera leads to the corridor of the VVIP room, they quarrel in front of the mosaic glass wall with a painting of the beautiful princess. Sarina clearly brandished her phone to threaten Rosta into following her because otherwise she would have unloaded the contents of her phone and made Rosta regret her decision not to marry Sarina. The quarrel made Rosta push Sarina's body to hit the mosaic glass wall to cause her to fall.

"You're right, what can stop me from celebrating a victory?"

"Nothing, "welcome to please her and yes, she looks very happy for my support.

"Have fun today and we'll celebrate alone in my hotel room." I slightly choked as the sentence slid from his mouth. He laughed again and I hurriedly grabbed a glass of water in front of me. Gulped it under the look of his mischievous looking eyes.

"Why didn't you choose to stay in our hotel room?" I was looking for a topic just to take my eyes off.

Because I have to break your spirit. One new guest will boost your morale to survive and that's not good for me.

"Because this time the hotel was closer to the business I wanted to get done."

Fucking liar.

Batinku.

"But I'd rather you stay at the hotel ...."

"Supreme. He's no less good than the Royal Garden Hotel you must love him."

Maybe next year I'll get it too.

"I guess I'll definitely like it 'cause you're there." She laughs. Ckckck, I can really be a great seducer. "Because it would be weird if people saw me with you after you were with Sarina." He laughed, acknowledging the truth of my thinking. I grabbed the glass in front of me and straightened the contents. It takes more concentration for this wordplay among the rush of thoughts of people around me who are getting crowded before lunch time.

"We've only just met again and only been together for two hours, but you keep making me laugh" he said, then continued his words again: "It should be my butler when it's you."

"Now I am here. Don't wasting time. So when are we going to the hotel where you're staying?"

Wow, what a horrible girl. It was only a moment ago that her face was red with a touch in her fingers and now she looks very impatient to go to the hotel with me, when it is still daytime.

It must be because I'm too attractive to refuse.

I let him think as he pleased.

"What if right now?" He caught the bait I threw. I greet with the sweetest smile a hotel manager has to his brazen guest - a smile of pretense.

***

Rosta killed Sarina, she said the evidence was all around her. Now I'm coming with him to look for evidence of it. We went to the Supreme Hotel. Come soon. You're the cop not me!

Send.

I sent IPTU Candra the message as I asked Rosta for a minute to go to the toilet before going with her. I waited more than five minutes to make sure IPTU Candra replied to the WhatsApp message I sent to her, but let alone not reply to read it. Those two ticks are still not blue.

Taking a deep breath, I strengthened my heart to take a step. This isn't just for Sarina, it's for the hotel where I and my colleagues have been working all along. And for me personally the Royal Garden Hotel is not just a place to work, but a house. So whoever wants to destroy my house has to face me.

"You ready? We're leaving now?" Rosta has been waiting for me at the end of the toilet. Again he surprised me. I pretended to smile happily.

"Okay, come on, go."

***

The four-star Supreme Hotel with a magnificent hotel building that stands on four acres of land with facilities equivalent to the Royal Garden Hotel and excellent service.

Rosta took me to his room. A simple room - if remembered first he stayed at the penthouse hotel where I worked. In the room there was only a queen-size bed with two nightstands on the left and right side of the bed, a wardrobe, and, one workbench on top of it - stuck to its wall a twenty-four-inch television and a bathroom. That'sallthatis. There are no other facilities such as a refrigerator and its contents, a living room with the best quality sofa, let alone a kitchen with pots with international brands.

"It's very simple."

I was just scouting the current-work situation and state of the hotel guests before seeking more information for acquisition. Being a regular guest will make me get the real information about hotel operations in the eyes of consumers.

"I like simplicity."

I tried to remember if this man had ever come to the Royal Garden Hotel in this way - pretending to be an ordinary guest to watch over us?

"I also like simplicity. Maybe a little surprised by the shadow of luxury you showed at the Royal Garden Hotel," I said honestly. He laughed as my hand hit something in his suit pocket.

Sarina's Mobile.

He actually kept the phone and was afraid the contents on the phone were spreading.

It'sit's okay. He won't know. Everyone has a cell phone, Rosta.

She calmed herself down and tried to kiss my lips, my hands reflexively pushed her. "What if you take a shower?"

"After that?" He made an offer.

"Tell you, handsome man." He laughed at my temptation. Like a little boy who was lured with candy by his mother to take a bath, he ran to the bathroom without being asked for a second time. He closed the bathroom door for a moment then reopened it and threw his suit in front of the door - right on the nightstand near the wardrobe that was right in front of the bathroom door. Several times he still opened and closed the bathroom door and threw his clothes until the bathroom door was completely closed and the sound of the shower came, I launched my action.

Kuraih handel the drawer of the work cabinet and just pull all the paper in the drawer and then reach for a briefcase on the bottom side of the table to put all the papers and then I settle into it front of the bathroom door with one purpose, take Sarina's phone in the top pocket of Rosta's suit. I had just grabbed the phone when the bathroom door opened and Rosta appeared wearing only a towel to cover the bottom of her body, while her upper body was clearly plastered in front of my eyes. Hand caught me.

"What are you....?! Give me my bag and my phone back!" He yelled and pulled the strap of his briefcase I had crossed on my shoulder, I pushed him so hard that he slipped down and still had time to pull the towel that covered the bottom of his body to slow his movement. Body exposed. He's not wearing his underwear.

Blurred. That's all I have in mind.

"Back you!" He screamed in anger. I ran to the elevator, but the only elevator that let me in was the elevator that went upstairs when I needed to go downstairs.

Not seeing any other options, I'm in too. Just as the elevator was about to close Rosta arrived at the elevator door-he was now wearing a pajama bath instead of a towel, instead of a towel, I tried to block him from entering by biting his hand that had been slipping into the elevator door and keeping the elevator door closed. When he pulled his hand out of pain, the elevator door closed.

I intend to go out on the eighth floor, then intend to enter the elevator to go down because there are two more floors that must be visited by the elevator that I used. But just waiting in front of the elevator door came down, I saw him emerge from the stairs. Having no other choice, I ran towards the emergency staircase upstairs.

"Stop! Just hand over the bag and the phone and I'll let you go."

I couldn't believe it because I saw his heart say otherwise, so I kept running. Opening the hatch upstairs is really like a big field. This floor should only be for emergency landing of military helicopters, medical and sometimes used for private helicopter landings such as heli used ink porters and media while covering news and VVIP guests are rich and appear on their private or rented helicopters.

There really is no place to hide. I retreated when Rosta emerged from behind the hatch door.

"I've given you a warning to return my bag and phone." He moved closer to me, I ran away from him. "Don't make me angry, Manager. This was supposed to be a good start for us, but you ruined everything. Maybe I don't have a good love line with the ladies of the Royal Garden Hotel." He is in front of me now. There was no other way but to climb the barrier, but it was too risky - I would fall.

But the same thing would happen if Rosta managed to catch me, he would push me away from this place after picking up this bag and phone. Blank's mind. Rosta pulled the bag strap on my shoulder, I struggled to hold on to the bag. Then my body was violently pushed.

Forgetit.

Because we won't live it together.

Fear and sorrow hit me and shook me. Sweat flooded me and I shivered, even breathing was so difficult. My chest is sick and tight. I know I have a strange talent for hearing the inner voice of everyone around me, but I don't know exactly what this feeling is.

I recalled something I felt when the party in the mini ballroom was done. This was the feeling Sarina felt as Rosta pushed her down that night.

I feel soaring.

"Dad!" I called my father. Then realize if my father still thinks of me as a child? He was the first victim of a power that was also a curse to me.

I was only ten years old and saw him making out (i.e., in his mind) with a woman who wasn't my mother in his office. He fell in love with that woman. I heard her heart sing a love song to that woman. Dad never let me watch flim even the romance soap opera. But he himself played it in front of me. I told my mom and my mom to go berserk with my dad.

They split because of me. My father was married to another woman and had three normal children. He had a happy life and never visited me again. My mother now lives with my sister who can never forgive my actions that resulted in the separation of our parents.

He said everyone had secrets and I didn't deserve to go through that privacy. But in a relationship, is cheating on your partner, and keeping that secret in your heart justified? We fought for that.

Everyone's feelings and thoughts were pounding me as my body descended to the surface of the earth. Then something wrapped me up. A white shadow that made my body shiver in pain.

Am I dead?

Is this heaven?Why does it look so mundane?

"You're not dead yet and you can't die." It sounded like the wind in my ears. He put me on the outskirts of the grassy back yard of the Supreme Hotel.

"Get out of here before he comes after you. Go back to the hotel." The voice sounded again.

Wait.

I rediscovered my consciousness, this was definitely not a dream and a creature like a human figure shrouded in mist or mist in the shape of a human figure...

Ghost in my hotel room?! So the goddamn ghost that ransacked me and pelted me with books off the bookshelf really exists? Not dreams?

My body should be shaking with fear right now from meeting a ghost. But no, I'm not afraid at all.

But aren't ghosts afraid of daylight? Or is it just vampires and dracula who are afraid of daylight? Ah.., my reference to ghosts is only from fiction novel books.

"He'll be here any minute." He spoke as though he were desperate to see my death. Then without waiting for my reaction, she carried me back. It covered me with its body and carried me flying with its body feeling icy cold on my skin.