My wife Slave of Lust

Clues

After hearing the mama's words earlier, some speculation began to surface.

Was that really Vida?

Or is it just someone else who looks like him?

Or maybe Vida's death was just a fabrication?

Ah, but for what?

No one has been able to answer these questions. I finally decided to clean up. Shaking my head all over my body, hoping that after this I could think more clearly.

After cleaning up, I suddenly remembered something. The envelope ...! I reached into the pocket of the shirt I was wearing. I wish there was a clue I could find in it.

The pink envelope was now in his grasp. Still wrapped in a towel around my waist, I sat my body on the sofa. Look at the envelope carefully, without opening it first. There is a small heart symbol on the cover, its function as an adhesive.

If this envelope was given by the woman, why should she give him the symbol of love? What does all this mean?

Because it could no longer hold the curiosity that was stirring in the chest, finally carefully I scattered the adhesive envelope and reached into the contents. How surprised I was when I saw the contents of the envelope.

...💔...

I was in a cafe located right on the riverbank. I honestly never set foot in this place. The place is aesthetic and not too luxurious. However, for the sake of treating the curiosity, I have to come to this place.

Yeah, in the envelope I opened earlier, it contained an address. Looks like the sender of this message really wants to meet me, without having to involve the other parties, including the police.

And here I am now. Sitting at a table whose number has been determined by the sender of the message. I waited ten minutes, but no one came to me. The timepiece, which is circular at the wrist, already shows eight o'clock at night. Exactly the time stated in the letter.

...💔...

A little bit of anxiety was real on my face. It was almost eight o'clock past thirty minutes, no one showed the trunk of his nose. Is the sender of this message playing tricks on me?

However, when I wanted to reach for the cup that I had not touched before, my gaze was immediately diverted to another envelope under the snack bar.

Tuhaaanite. Due to her focus on the mysterious figure that I hoped could give a clue about someone who I thought was similar to Vida, I ignored the hint that was in sight.

I put the cup back on the table, then rose up with the intention to find the cafe waiter who delivered my order earlier. However, his friends said that the waiter in question had gone home due to a shift change. I don't want to lose any more clues, then try to ask for the address of the waiter. But unfortunately, they can not give it, with the reason to maintain the safety of their employees.

Of course it makes me angry. There's no other choice. "I have to follow him. Who knows he's not far away yet" I murmured as I left the place. Not forgetting the second envelope I put in my shirt pocket. I intend to open it if I meet the waiter later.

...💔...

My car moved slowly down the street, looking for the whereabouts of the maid I still hoped could tell who had left the envelope on her.

Fifteen minutes later

Actually I was almost desperate, but immediately my smile expanded when I saw the figure I was looking for earlier, was on foot, entering a small alley.

Then I pulled the car away and parked it somewhere safe. Then, follow the steps of the girl who was already some distance away from my current position. However, something made me a little bit more. The girl seemed to be meeting someone I knew very well.

"Marine ...!"

Good thing I still remember the name of that b-r-e-n-g-s-e-k guy. "Is it possible that crazy man was the suspect in Vida's murder?"