Mystery Hotel 27

Puzzle Without Box

Life does not always match the predictions you want. Many things are not entirely perfect. Including the plans I've put together.

At first I wanted to find out about Kak Ratih but suddenly this morning I was busy with a lot of hotel income so I had to take care of everything first.

The initial plan I started with was to find out about the life of Mrs Ratih and Mrs Bhishma there must be something that could be a clue to me in their home.

Tomorrow I pay attention to the activities of the two of them and when they are busy in the kitchen I immediately look for the keys to the house. I'll move quickly so when I find it straight away I leave quietly.

Arriving in front of the house of Madam Tati and Mr. Bisma I feel a bad feeling that somehow ap ainai. I don't understand either.

I slowly stepped into the magnificent house before me at this moment. Very big and luxurious but they both do not even have helpers or security at all.

They are like a couple who are very stingy and excessive sparing to make me feel irritated.

I entered room by room and my steps came to a halt in front of Madam Tati's and Mr. Bhishma's room. As if the goddess Fortuna was siding with me today her room was unlocked so I could go inside.

The room is quite spacious and makes me overwhelmed around the entire room to look for information that can be a clue.

All the corners of the room I had combed completely but had not found anything other than a vacant room.

When going out the house shelf in the corner makes me feel the design is so familiar. Exactly the design in the hotel. The premonition that brought me stepped forward and shifted the book according to my memories in the dream.

Miraculously this managed to make me more curious and also race against time. I went inside and walked through everything slowly.

This room is quite large so I had to walk a long way and look to different corners. It is full of books and documents that seem to matter.

I searched rack by shelf until my eyes were fixed on the black-clothed document that was piled at the bottom.

My gut feeling was so strong about this document that I chose to take it home because I've been here too long.

Arriving at the hotel Mbak Tati and Pak Bisma are busy preparing lunch so I can return to keep their house keys safely.

Madam Tati asked me because I don't usually go aimlessly. I could only make a move to get some fresh air. I greeted Mr. Bhishma for a moment and then returned to the room.

The document in my hand now adds to my curiosity especially when opening the first sheet. This is data on the ownership of the land of this hotel.

It is not only the name of the father on this paper but there are also other names. This land is written as a land of inheritance dispute. There's a father's name and also a Bhishma sir.

To my knowledge, Mr. Bisma is just a hotel maid who has always been loyal to help my father until now but it was not that simple.

Back I continue to the second sheet there is an agreement in it that land management will be named by Mr. Bhishma as the oldest child.

So all this time Mr. Bisma is not an ordinary hotel maid but an older brother father which means he is my uncle. But he revealed nothing at all. He must know everything well.

On the third page all the powers given voluntarily by Mr. Bhishma to the father in 1 year brackets from the affidavit on the second sheet all changed.

It seems like Grandpa Jarwo and Mbah Baso used to be co-workers with the general public here. But now become a true rival and enemy in the shamanic world.

The fourth sheet contains the original certificate document of the hotel which is written the name of Mr. Bhishma as the land owner where the hotel is legally established.

If it's like this I can hypothesize that what made my hotel auction post is Mbak Tati and now the question mark is the relationship between Mbak Tati and also Kak Ratih.

All these things must have been known by Mr. Bhishma or even he who arranged all this. From the beginning, Mr. Bisma's behavior was always suspicious.

Lest he want revenge or any other ulterior motive that has not been revealed at this time. If it were true like that it would be difficult for me to deal with everything that was complicated.

Of course Mr. Bisma and Mbak Tati know Kak Ratih because in the fourth sheet documentation there is a photo of his young mother.

Not wanting to wait any longer I immediately rushed towards Ratih's house again. The difference this time I went alone and was no longer accompanied by Mas Bagas.

In front of the residential gate I accidentally cross paths with Mas Bagas' car which seems to also be from Kak Ratih's house.

I called his cell phone but did not pick up when I wanted to ask where Mas Bagas was from. I don't want to worry about that either. Maybe there is a need for Mas Bagas with Kak Farhan who knows each other.

Arriving in front of Kak Ratih's house I was greeted again with mothers yesterday. He just kept quiet without a smile. Her face was sour and made me a little awkward this time.

Arriving inside the house there was only Kak Farhan who was sitting casually reading the newspaper. In my mind why Kak Farhan is not working or so on but instead relax.

I was allowed to sit by him while being served by the mother who did not know his name. He was quick and seemed to have prepared a drink for me.

I don't know but this time even suspected Kak Farhan especially after I asked about Mas Bagas but he dodged and replied not to meet him.

It is also impossible for Mas Bagas to come here to secretly meet anyone other than Kak Farhan.

Manda sat in our midst. A very sweet little girl and a beautiful smile. He is also so chatty that no less important he is very understanding of polite.

If Manda is at home, then Ratih's brother is also home. So I asked Manda to call her mother. But Manda immediately laughed loudly which made me instantly shocked.

Farhan immediately calmed his son and explained that Manda had a habit of not being able to put expression.

I who do not want to take a headache can only be upset. Don't get.

Kak Farhan said that Ratih was out of town with his friends for a tired vacation so I felt that my goal would not be achieved. I can only leave.

When it's outside the house. I did not go home immediately but parked my car outside the portal and stood watching over Kak Ratih's house behind a thick banyan tree.

Long enough I stood up but nothing suspicious in the slightest. I've been so overthinking lately that everything to me isn't reality.

Just as I was about to leave, the view in the distance of my eyes in the house of Brother Ratih made me distrustful….