What Happened 2
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Vie watches the opera, he empties the opera house. So only he and his bodyguards were watching the entire event.
Outside, the owner of this business lamented his fate. He hoped that his efforts would not go out of business just because of the problem this time. While complaining, he heard some residents who often watched in his place instead of blaming him. They feel sorry for him knowing that he did so at the behest of Vie, the evil woman of the century. The mani was a little relieved and decided to go in and accompany Vie to watch silently.
Just now that he had arrived, Vie had already raised his hand. Worried for sure, he did not know what else this time the complaint the girl made. Apparently he just asked for another story that was brought, it seems Vie was bored with the story just now.
Again and again, the moody man broke out in cold sweat as the only writer he had came forward. Standing on the stage and answering all the crazy girl's words fearlessly. Dead, dead, they'll all die if this is the story. He had to do something to prevent himself from getting entangled in the mud of hell like this.
As he was about to advance, the fat man was startled because Vie asked his guards to bring the writer he had to follow the evil woman. He wanted to help, but he was more afraid of what he would get if he advanced. Finally he could only see in silence his writer being led away like a prisoner who committed a great sin.
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"Don't be too tense," Vie said without staring at the man sitting next to him. The girl stared lazily at the scene outside. "We're not going to the gallows" he said, further disturbing the man to hear.
Vie glanced once, then pulled the corner of his lips upwards. "Little down, we'll be there soon," Vie said as he closed his eyes, enjoying the breeze that slapped his face.
The writer brought by Vie did not hide his anxiety, his forehead wrinkled, his mouth was chattering a lot of do'a so that he did not get into trouble later. Just one in front of him, he could return home after all was done. He promised to do a lot of good deeds if all this had worked he passed without any problems.
"We've arrived, miss," said the driver, stopping his car. There was already another maid who opened the car door, welcoming the arrival of the lady who had just returned from the streets.
"Give him a guest room, serve him well!" said Vie pointing at the man standing while bowed at his side, the man had just come down from the car after Vie got out of there.
"Alright, miss!" the waiter said obediently. "Let me drop off, sir," he said politely.
"I can't do that, you're a precious guest of our lady" said the waiter, still speaking politely. The man finally chose to go back to silence, he scratched his cheek that did not itch because he did not know what else he should do or talk about.
"This is the room for you, sir," said the maid as soon as she reached a room whose door was still tightly shut. "If there is anything lacking or anything you need, just ring the bell on the table. One of the servants who is near here will soon come and help you, sir!" continued the waiter. "Please excuse me, have a good rest!" he said again before leaving.
The writer rubbed his neck awkwardly, and he was never treated this honorably once in his life. Only this time he experienced this, and that was when he was in the lair of the very famous female villain. "I'd better get in and rest properly!" said the man rubbed his face, trying to restore the sanity he had so that he could think clearly.
The door of the room was opened very carefully, he did not want to leave behind a mistake even a tip of dust. Just now the door in it he opened, the door had been closed again with a loud slamming sound. The man's eyes winked blankly a few times. "What was that?" he murmured like someone who lost half his spirit. "Is this the portal door that takes a man to a fairyland?" he asked as if he could not believe what he had just seen. Well, the room he was going to occupy was too luxurious for him. Very many valuable items and rare objects are displayed as decorations in every corner of the room. He was wondering if he could use this room to rest.
"Either my eyes are wrong, my brain is crazy, or the owner of this house is too rich! There was nothing I could think of for now," the man chuckled at his head, he was dizzy but also felt interested in what he had just experienced. It's like an adventure into another world, and he feels like he's the main character who's discovered something that no one else has yet discovered.
"Whatever happens, shouldn't I appreciate the owner who gave me this beautiful room?" said the man started to organize his thoughts. "I'll rest well and think about something else later" he continued, opening the door. He still feels interested, lucky, and happy. But he also felt doubt and fear. Afraid that this was sweet bait that would kill him in the future. He could only hope that his thoughts just now were not true.
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In his room, Vie writes a short message. "Tell me to dad!" said the girl thrust out a small paper that had folded neatly. "Don't you dare peek at the contents if you don't want to just look at the darkness for the rest of your life?!" vie added a little threat.
"I wouldn't do that, lady!" said the waiter in front of him solemnly. Who still dares to be reckless with the threat just aired by nonanya. If the miss wanted it, let alone the eyes, even lives would be lost without anyone knowing. They will only be declared as missing persons, that's all. No more handling cases, all closed with just one small description like that.
"Good, go!" vie said he didn't care. The servant immediately left, doing his non-command immediately. I don't want to be said to be incompetent as a waiter.
