Mystery Hotel 27

Who Is Masked with Lies and Truth?

At 11 pm, Mas Bagas and I decided to go home. It should be early in the morning but Mas Bagas just came home at 9 this time and had not slept at all he said. So I asked him to rest first.

During Mas Bagas sleep I chose to take a short walk to go around for a while and enjoy a snack at this hotel. Due to illness and confinement I have not had time to enjoy this hotel that we have paid for.

Although not a 5-star hotel but the food and facilities here are quite comfortable and suitable for relaxing. At 10:40 I rushed to return to the room because I had to pack and wake up Mas Bagas as well.

Buffeted resto I accidentally hit someone by accident. Some of the documents he was holding fell down. I helped him and apologized to him.

“It's okay.”

A familiar voice swept through my memories like magic. The voice that used to be a habit of my days is behind an old-fashioned handheld phone with a bloated battery in a rubber band.

“Laras.”

A smile expands on his symmetrical face with round glasses in both eyes presenting the impression of an educated man in front of me.

We stared at each other for a split second until I finished helping him compile the messy documents. I still want to stay longer with Wira even though it is only a few minutes but I am currently in a hurry to remember the Mas Bagas I have to wake up.

Before parting Wira gave her business card, she had wanted to take lunch but I refused subtly and did not answer much then say goodbye. Even though my heart is still pounding but I remember back Wira also has a boyfriend.

Just now I opened the door of the room Mas Bagas was already looking at me with eyebrows linked up.

“Where's dear?” Ask Mas Bagas with a flat face.

“Researching Mas, before going home right.”

“How's the foot?”

“If it hurts again, look out baby.”

“Iya Mas, yes.”

I can only agree with everything said by Mas Bagas without telling me about my meeting with Wira. I fear a third world war will happen.

All the goods have been cleaned up by Mas Bagas even everything is very neat. Even so Mas Bagas with his flirtatious do not want to go straight home.

“Honey, time to go home anyway.”

“One time yaaa.”

I looked at Mas Bagas who was trying to seduce me and whined like children asking for toys.

“Typically yes once Mas.” My answer was a tickled chuckle.

“Two deh.”

Mas Bagas was very nervous and hugging me finished everything and made us even more harmonious. After a short break it turned out to be 11.43 so hurriedly me and Mas Bagas left to return to our hotel.

Before getting into the car I looked towards the hotel hoping to see Wira even if only for a moment to say goodbye and just proud to have seen her live happily by achieving whatever she wanted now.

Unfortunately I can't see the hero anymore even if it's just the shadow. Afraid that Mas Bagas would notice my behavior. I got into the car and Mas Bagas drove the car away.

The journey is long and exhausting. But I think of money and wealth so make all tired as an activity to harvest the reward. It must be with the time I gave Mbah Baso and the others have completed everything neatly.

I am still confused how to explain this to Mas Bagas, I have not thought of a better reason than honesty. So if there was no other choice I would be honest with Mas Bagas.

Arriving at the Mas Bagas hotel did not go directly in but had to return because he had a job. He just took me and then came back. This is also the thing that always makes me can not be far from Mas Bagas. His incredible sense of responsibility and security.

I am now sitting in the lobby waiting for Madam Tati and Mr. Bhishma to finish serving guests. Only 4 days later the state of the hotel is much different. Not only at night but now there are guests during the day even though there are only four people.

Mbak Tati explained that during this time it turns out there are people who put some kind of study so that people who want to stay here do not see it as a decent building.

Seeing the slightly altered order of the hotel furniture reminded me of my dream.

Is correct…

This is the design in my dream. If I follow all my memories then I will arrive at the hidden room. I don't know what kind of room it is but I guess. I can get information from there and my strong guess is Ratih and related to this all of this.

Before I finish the question about my dream. I will first ask Mbak Tati about Kak Ratih whether they know each other or not.

10 Minutes to wait for Mbak Tati then approached. We then told her because I asked Mbak Tati to tell her everything that happened at the hotel.

Mbak Tati explained that all these changes were due to the direction of Mbah Baso and he also managed to open the hotel from the ajimat-ajimat barrier and re-open the opportunity for spirits to vacation here.

Madam Tati then drove me upstairs, arriving in the room I held him for a while and asked about Kak Ratih but from his expression he showed a confused gesture in other words he did not know or even know Ratih which I meant.

My real suspicion is even now more clear to Mbak Tati because after I investigated myself when going to advertise the property not only directly upload photos and so on but must know all the details of the building.

I also know that Ratih doesn't know about this hotel. There are only two options at the moment in my head if it is not Kak Ratih then that person is Mbak Tati because no one knows all about this hotel as well as Mbak Tati's knowledge.

The number attached to the property service and chat with me was obviously Kak Ratih. All things in this world are fields where humans are confused if they want to calm down later in heaven, said bang Aldi on social media that is going viral.

It feels so amazing. I currently need a special room to analyze the cases one by one because if I only think about it I will not tone a single thing that bothers me can be finished.

Everything is very important so I will never miss one thing. Before finding a suitable room I choose to write it all so that no one is forgotten later. Everything I sort according to priority and danger level just in case something gets in the middle of the road. I don't even have a partner as bestie.

My socialite friends would never be seen by a single person if I was in trouble but when I was successful they were like ants that made me a source of food for them. It is messy and cannot be talked about as a form of friendship affection.

I focused on writing all the plans that I would do one by one so that everything I could check as a case answered and solved. I won't involve anyone because this is all about my life.