My wife Slave of Lust

Hint 2

The feeling of fighting with an increasingly raging mind. Reminds me of what happened a few days ago. I suspected Vazo of being the mastermind behind this murder case. However, why should I now see the Baron's face up ahead? Did I not scan someone's face wrongly?

I rubbed my eyelids many times. Refusing it perfectly even I had time to blink like a doll's eyes. Still, my lens didn't catch raga wrong. It was Baron who was talking to the girl. A good distance away, making my ears unable to catch sound waves from both.

My gaze is still on alert. I don't want to lose track of them both. Unfortunately, a split second later, the man looked dizzy. It was as if they were setting eyes, just in case their meeting saw. Not wanting to make his gaze capture the existence of self, I hid the body behind the two-door shophouse building. Actually I was a bit hesitant to do that, worried that they would move and leave the place.

And ... a few minutes later, after it was felt quite safe, I peeked back towards their position earlier, but unfortunately both of them had disappeared like swallowed by the earth.

"S-i-a-i ...!" my Decak doesn't think. My worries have come true. Where the hell did they go?

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My steps swung firmly into the house. Still vexed at losing track of the crazy guy. There's not a single clue I got tonight. I can only go home empty-handed.

After entering the room, I immediately threw my tired body in the bed. Curate the view to the side. Poking out a hand to reach the tiny head for mere elution. Looking at Ibram's innocent and funny face, it made my brain work well again. A smile rose at both corners of my lips. Because I managed to carry my memory dragged on the second envelope that had been indirectly given by the cafe waiter earlier.

My brain immediately ordered my body to sit up straight. Groping a pocket containing a mysterious envelope that I thought would give a slightly clearer clue than before. However, upon seeing the contents, my hand could only clench tightly. I looked forward, then threw the piece of paper carelessly.

...DO NOT EVER SHRINK THE CASE OF VIDA'S DEATH, IF YOU DO NOT WANT TO BE WRETCHED!!!...

Using a red marker ink, he wrote the message. A tone of menace lingered behind it. S-i-a-l-a-n! How could he dare to threaten me like that? Who is he?

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Today I purposely invited him to meet at one of my restaurants located not far from his residence.

"Did Vida have a twin?" My first question suddenly made Kak Chess choke while she was sipping the pleasure of a cup of latte that was already available on the table.

"You ngaco! Or is it sick again?" he asked back, which even made me frown looking at him-dejected.

"I'm serious, brother!" it was me who was completely without a joke.

Brother Chess put back the cup that he had pinched earlier, on a small plate-pairnya. "We are just two brothers. And you knew that a long time ago. How can you name Vida's twin?" Kak Chess's tone sounded very serious. There was no lie from his facial expression.

"Again I ask, does Vida have a twin?" I still struggle with faith.

My brother-in-law and senior scooped up his face in disbelief. "You ask me ten times my answer remains the same, Ib." His face looked so frustrated when I sounded like I couldn't believe it. "What's the matter, anyway?" ask again who might be starting to be curious.

I immediately told the chronology of events ranging from strange events at the funeral, to some clues that led me to see the face of Baron. This makes Kak Catur follow frown. Both of his eyes seemed red with negative emotions. Resisting the anger that seemed to have started to explode in there.

"We're samperin him now!" Kak Chess immediately stood up, almost stepped foot.

"Patience, Brother." My hand swiftly restrained his aggressive movements. "We can't be reckless in our actions. We don't have enough evidence yet. The canned letter I received will also not be able to make weapons," said I who tried to return Kak Chess to reality. His breathing slowly began to order, not hunting anymore like before. Looks like my sentence was quite powerful, or maybe there was a point.

"I know, who can help us to prove the truth." Brother Chess spoke with confidence. "We need to see Deyandra!"