Mystery Hotel 27

The Death of Ratih

I saw Mrs Ratih behind the second-floor window. Hang with the chair next to him.

Panic and nervousness kill my mind. I just want to save Brother Ratih right now.

Just now that I was in front of the gate I could see Brother Farhan who was currently standing there as well.

Although I was detained by the security of his house but still I barged in.

Mothers at the home of Kak Ratih actually helped me quickly open the door.

I ran to the second floor in a panic. There are so many questions that make my brain freeze perfectly.

My only hope is one, Brother Ratih is fine. I don't expect much from God.

"Damn it, the door is locked" I growled. But Art's mother immediately came to bring the key even though her hands held back trembling.

With his help I managed to get into this second-floor terrace. Because I saw Ratih's brother here.

The terrace is only limited by clear glass and can be seen from a distance.

See the view in front of me. My knees feel so weak. Even Art had also fallen down from shock.

Ratih's mother was lying on the cold floor, the rope and chair that I had seen were not here. There's only a cutter and an apology paper.

The perpetrator must have wanted to design that Ratih's brother committed suicide.

I cried hysterically, the voice that was left in silence was now out into the world in the form of miserable screams and grunts.

The body of Ratih was cold. I really wanted to hold her for longer. Surely Kak Ratih cold especially the floor is cold.

I called the police and it didn't take long. The police came and brought the body of Mr. Ratih.

I'm telling you that I saw Kak Farhan here, too. But he then disappears carrying their daughter Manda.

Art's mother who just knew his name was Hartati was giving a statement that hinted he did not know anything about the mistress.

"Hartati? "

It turns out that this mother is also named Hartati. It could be that the data entered by Kak Ratih is the name of this mother. Or it was planned by someone from the beginning.

Or maybe I'm already in a trap with a lot of eyes by my side.

He only added that Ratih often takes tranquilizing pills because of difficulty sleeping every night. The insomnia he was experiencing was quite severe.

For the time being the police conclusion that Ratih Kak killed himself. But they also continue to look for the whereabouts of Kak Farhan to be questioned further.

I don't think my report is too much for the police if there's no concrete evidence. Regret it feels not to record this incident with a sophisticated cellphone that only two weeks ago I bought this. Though the zoom distance is very maximal and also clear.

If it's like this I can only look for evidence and reveal Kak Ratih's true death.

There is no longer time to design anything. The most important thing right now is the caretaker of Kak Ratih's body.

On the way to the hospital I contacted Mas Bagas to report the condition that had occurred.

I went to the hospital not alone but accompanied by Mother Hartati. On this trip I did not say much because tears flowed without orders.

The wounds made my eyes more sensitive and my heart muted the wounds more severely. Even though I and Ratih when I was an adult often separated far but I always remember his kindness from the past and always put myself first.

Arriving at the hospital, Kak Ratih's body was examined by a forensic team first. Long enough to wait and finally the body can we buried Islamically.

Mas Bagas came with Kak Farhan, Kak Farhan's face was so sad and showed the look of a sad lonely man.

"Poor." My growl pulled her collar in a high voice full of emotion.

Mas Bagas calmed down by continuing to hold back my body that was still shaking violently. Resisting the anger that was burning my body strongly.

Kak Farhan stroked Kak Ratih's face gently. Her tears flowed and played a shitty culas drama.

Though I know very well all of this is a game that he played with both of his own dirty hands.

I can only try to calm down at the moment and muffle myself. To keep things from getting complicated as well as the wound of losing my only brother rendered me helpless.

Three days passed quickly but Kak Ratih's face and blood-soaked body still floated in my mind every day.

I promised myself I'd uncover it all someday. I won't let the killer roam free.

Hands that are dirty because of the fishy smell of blood after successfully claiming the lives of others is a reality as a great sin leads to more grievous retaliation.

When I was in the hotel I was daydreaming a lot and not talking as much as usual. This caught Tati's attention and approached me.

I'm just saying fine. But the look in Madam Tati's eyes seemed to expect a clear story out of my lips.

I then told him everything I experienced without bothering him the story or the disaster that happened to me.

Mbak Tati looked surprised when he heard me say Kak Ratih died. He even directly called Mr. Bhishma very nervously.

The two of them were so struck by the expression of Mr. Bhishma who immediately dumbfounded a thousand languages.

From here I also know that Ratih's brother is not actually the biological son of the father. But the son of the father's sister who is also the brother of Mr. Bisma, of course, who died while working on this heritage land.

A fact that manages to outwit everyone. If that is the case why Ratih's mother seems very hurt by father.

If indeed he is one of the builders of this hotel why his name is not on the witness of the legacy paper.

There was no other choice but to mince words as to why I never knew his name as well as his identity.

Mr. Bisma then recounted the tragedy and problems that year befell the father's family. Of course by still hiding his identity as a younger brother from his father.

That year before his father married Jasmine, he married his mother, Ratih. Their marriage was solemn and grateful.

Until recently Pak Juan became very busy taking care of the plantation business in the next village. He always left his wife alone.

Shortly after that his mother Ratih pregnant him. At the age of 9 months. Mr. Bhishma and Mr. Juan with their own two ears heard the words of Danang who said the boy must be his son.

They also saw firsthand how the intimacy between the two of them was intertwined like a husband and wife.

Mr. Juan darkened his eyes and was furious about accidentally killing Danang with his own two hands.

Danang also had a wife whose name was the same as my wife. Said Mr. Bisma.

He had long since left the village and was no longer known of his whereabouts.

"Meaning the wife of Om Danang is Hartati.... "

Don't-don't Hartati that....