Mystery Hotel 27

Caught Wet

The spirit that had been fully filled now began to die even what I felt was anger.

How not, Madam Tati who had been near me instead posted an ad about my hotel without my permission.

It felt really sick, I immediately took the laptop and walked downstairs. Madam Tati and Mr. Bhishma are busy taking down something that I don't care about.

"What does this mean, Ma'am? "

I put the laptop in front of the surprised Madam Tati.

Mr. Bisma and Mbak Tati stared at the laptop screen carefully and looked at each other.

"I really don't know mom. " Said Mbak Tati with a surprised expression.

Mr. Bisma does not seem to believe if Mbak Tati who posted it.

"Something seems to be slandering my wife Ma'am. "

"We're just villagers ma'am, just hold the touch screen hp we don't understand."

"More than to post on a laptop like this Mom. " Say Mr. Bhishma defended his wife.

It makes sense also because everyday they are very simple I also never saw Madam Tati using electronic devices even mobile phones though. He also still counts with his obsolete calculator.

As a boss I don't want to lose my authority either, so I continue to get angry.

"What if it turns out you two are fooling me? "

I said by suppressing my voice.

Madam Tati looked down and cried.

"Our mother was just a poor person but we never did such things, let alone betrayed our own boss. "

I was quite stunned by what Mbak Tati said because it was from the beginning they were alone who took care of this business to stay alive and grow until now.

I can only soften because Mbak Tati who has been crying and the face of Mercy Mr. Bisma also makes me uncomfortable.

I could just grab a laptop on my desk and walk away back to my room without saying a word.

If not Mbak Tati then who, who uses his name to do promotions and advertisements like this.

Still curious, I reopened the advertising site using a new account and also disguised my name as Nadila.

I undo the intention to post my hotel because seeing the ad situation attached shows a rating that is less good and less desirable by other entrepreneurs.

I then sent a message to the person who posted the ad and asked about the price.

Miraculously the person turned out to be very fast response he immediately replied to my message as fast as lightning.

He offered a price of 1 Trillion. The price is very fantastic considering that hotel 27 is already an old design hotel and also located in a region that is not strategic.

Ordinary people will not know if the income from this hotel price of 1 trillion can in three nights have been collected all.

The ad-seller responded to my message quickly. I asked to meet and discuss about the hotel that I would buy.

He arranged an appointment to meet Thursday at a Kenanga cafe in the city.

Kenanga Cafe reminds me of Ratih. He works there so I can ask him for help to find out who's behind Hartati's name.

I inquired about the certificate that casually answered that he had it.

I checked the certificate I kept. Thank goodness I was able to breathe a sigh of relief because it was still neatly stored. No one even knows my storage.

Mas Bagas also did not know about this place, yes I keep it in a bag of crackers under the mattress with a pile of newspapers.

I'm sure if anyone's looking for him he'll never think of looking here.

There has been no change at all for three days, no guests and no income. Everything is getting harder now.

I had a big suspicion of Mas Bagas so I hid the plan that I had neatly arranged in my head.

Not forgetting I went to Mbak Tati and Mr. Bisma to apologize for being angry and accused without evidence yesterday.

They just smiled and understood everything about me. Maybe they also know that I am depressed right now.

After that, immediately leave the hotel and gas to get to the city. Since getting access to shortcuts to go back and forth from the village of Jati Ireng to the city is no longer a difficult problem.

...----------------...

Before noon I reached the city. I stopped for a short break then headed to Kenanga Cafe.

There was no sign of Mas Bagas there. The car is also not in the parking lot.

I then went in and greeted Ratih who was busy arranging customer dishes.

I then took the initiative to help him, he looks very troubled to serve many customers today.

It is with great pleasure that Ratih is also grateful as always. She was very gentle and very motherly towards me.

Even though I know she hates me and my mother who have ruined her family's wonderful life. But Brother Ratih has always been good to me.

It is not uncommon for him to give up so much for me. That's why he's so valuable to me.

The ringing of the phone shocked me. It appears that Mas Bagas was already sitting on the bench number. 7 he sat alone in very neat clothes.

I even saw my husband who looked like a rich man. I also remember very well that this morning he didn't wear those clothes.

Clothes that can be said to be a famous brand. Where did Bagas get the money to buy it. All the hotel money I hold myself.

I approached Brother Ratih and asked him to hide my existence to Mas Bagas who was only replied by a nod.

Not long after my phone rang again, a message came in from a number claiming to be Hartati.

"I'm at Kenanga Cafe"

I turned my eyes around looking. There is only Mas Bagas I can suspect right now.

"Wear a blue shirt, number 7"

Back the incoming message made my pupils dilate.

The one who promised me happiness was the one who stabbed me in the back. It is fitting that he is not interested in the discussion about the hotel. Apparently he wants to master everything.

I put all the kitchen equipment down and sat in front of Mas Bagas.

Mas Bagas foolishly did not realize my existence.

I immediately called the number given by Hartati. Surprisingly, Mas Bagas' phone did not ring at all. There are no notifications either.

"Mas... " I was upset that I hit him slowly on the head, which surprised him.

"Road"

"Why are you here? " Tanya Mas Bagas stared in wonder.

I explained my arrival to visit Ratih only. Mas Bagas only responded with the word ohh and smiled lightly.

Ratih's mother who was in the kitchen immediately approached us.

"why did you call Laras? "

"what is necessary? "

I glanced in wonder at Brother Ratih but soon I understood what was really going on..