The Mist In Arumi's Heart

Evaries - Hill's

“Do you dare to go home alone, Arumi?” Ask Ben who immediately disperse Arumi's daydream. The girl immediately turned her gaze in the other direction, on the street with a quite crowded traffic.

“I have not been walking in this city for a long time, but I am sure if I will not get lost again,” joked Arumi, making Ben smile while mumbling slowly.

“That's proof you got lost here,” said the man with the plain white shirt. Sometimes he rubbed his copper-brown hair.

Arumi only responded with a smile. The girl's attention was slightly distracted from seeing the tattoo that filled Ben's wrist. Arumi was astonished because she was always faced with tattooed men.

“What if I take you home?” Bargain Ben's.

“No need! I can go home by myself. Anyway I don't want to trouble you,” subtly reject Arumi. He had to leave immediately before their chatter became even further away. Arumi doesn't want to find trouble with Edgar.

“I'll go home first, Ben. Thank you.”

“For what?”

Arumi fell silent and thought. Yeah, why would he say thank you to Ben? My God, he's starting to lose concentration. That means, it was time for him to immediately get away from the face of the tall, lopsided man.

A small smile again appeared on Arumi's orange lips. He felt stupid because the awkward attitude was again present to greet him.

“Stop, Arum! It is enough that you put your life in chaos!” Inner Arumi.

“Okay, Ben! Excuse me first,” Arumi stepped out from the entrance of the restaurant.

“See you, Arum! I hope you get lost again here!” Exclaim Ben not too loudly.

Arumi looked over and smiled. He simply replied to Ben with a wave of his hand. After that he resumed his steps and left the man who was still staring at his departure so closely, even so that Arumi was getting away and lost from his sight.

Meanwhile, Arumi kept going. Every now and then he turned his head and made sure there were no stalkers behind him. Only a few meters away, Arumi will arrive at Emanuelle's house. Again, the girl was stunned. He turned his head back and looked around, making sure there was nothing suspicious about him.

After standing for a while, Arumi then continued his arc towards Emanuelle's house and immediately entered. There he saw Brigitte who was tidying the dining table, even though dinner time was still a few hours away.

“Tante,” greet Arumi. He approached the middle-aged woman.

“Hai, Darling. How is today?” Brigitte asked with her motherly attitude. “I think you will rest first, just visited the tomb of your parents,” he continued while glancing at Arumi.

“I miss them too much. I haven't been here for too long,” said Arumi.

“How about Keanu? He has not introduced his wife to us.”

“He's going to the bookstore. The girl spends her time reading. He also began to write many stories. Aunty once read one of her stories in a magazine. That's a very positive thing, Arum,” Brigitte said proudly.

Arumi smile. The girl agreed. “Ya, Aunt very right,” timpal Arumi. “Yes already, I want to take a shower first,” Arumi then passed carrying the remaining half of the apple.

Without feeling the twilight passes and presents the night. The wind that night felt so cold. Although the puff is very soft, it feels so sharp when piercing the skin. Arumi stood on the third floor of the house. He stared at the night at the harbor.

The lights of the ship started. It looks small, but it looks beautiful in the dark. Arumi remembered Edgar. The man began to adorn his memories and tease his deepest heart.

The girl then opened her phone screen and looked for contacts on behalf of Mr. Hilaire. I don't know what that guy is doing now? Arumi then sent him a message.

Not long after, a reply came to his phone. A message that made Arumi smile to herself. I don't know what Edgar has written in his message, so it makes the girl look cheerful.

The night continues to creep. The atmosphere felt so much. Arumi was asleep in her room. The other with Edgar. He was still sitting behind his desk. Thin smoke billowed from the cigar he sucked. The man continued to look at the photos of Arumi that someone had sent him.

A moment later, Edgar recalled the unfinished report from Petit. Edgar reopened the map and started checking it.

The Evaries Hill Residential Company.

Edgar kept remembering the name of the company. He seemed to have heard it, but why did he forget it? He believes that someone once mentioned the name of the company in a banquet, which he followed with his parents.

His mind floated on decades ago. At that time he was only about eight years old. He met a lot of people at the dinner.

That night, was a night of celebration for his father's company engaged in property. Ah .. but Edgar was too small to understand all their talk. Discussion with a theme that he did not understand at all.

He read Raymond Evariste. “Evaries? Hilaire's? Evaries Hill?” He muttered as he continued to think while occasionally squinting both eyes. “What is possible if it's a fusion of the last names of the two?” Think Edgar again. He again sucked his cigar and puffed his smoke just like that. Edgar went back to check on another report about a man named Raymond Evariste.

Until late at midnight, Edgar was still struggling behind his desk. It was almost two o'clock in the morning, but the drowsiness seemed to have not even come to him. Edgar then closed the map containing the report given by Petit.

With a long complaint the man leaned his body on the back of the chair that he had not left. I don't know how many hours he spent in his office. All the problems that happened with that suddenly, had been very time-consuming.

A moment later, Edgar opened an incoming message that he had not yet opened. His face looked even more tense after reading the message. Again, he grabbed a piece of Arumi's photo and watched her closely.

“Why is it so hard to tie you up, Arum?” Edgar Mumbled. There was a disappointed look in his eyes. Edgar then flicked his slightly disheveled hair back. He returned a photo of Arumi.

Heavy breathing again accompanied his steps, which had just moved from behind the workbench. After all, he had to force himself to rest, especially tomorrow he would attend an important meeting in his company.