Luccane
Chapter 44: Dark?

"Huh? What the fuck is all that written in this book?!"

I could not hide the shock that had plagued me after seeing the contents of some of the books.

In the book it is written with the full name of the Dutch people who have a great influence, ranging from government figures, military officials at that time to successful business people.

The book also says that a Vin had at least killed twenty people with his own hands on a basis so gray that I scrunched my forehead inexhaustibly why he did it.

I shuddered in horror, I swear, that young man is indeed a serial killer and I have to do something after this.

I really did not expect that the family that I thought was perfect and loving even had such a horrible dark side like this, it is fitting that Papa and Mama Luccane made a confession that Vin was dead as a child because the child was indeed very dangerous.

My legs rose from my seat, carrying the thick book with my hands. I then stepped out of the room to go to the room so I could read the book until it was finished more comfortably in my room.

My mind was immediately tangled, having to deal with the new mystery of this wealthy family.

"Is this why Luccane wouldn't mention his surname?" I muttered while turning the key to Vin's room to get back locked.

Perhaps, this family is indeed really recorded in important history as Luccane had said since the beginning of our meeting at that time.

Ah, as soon as possible I have to move quickly to find out more.

I shuffled into the room, put Vin's book on the table. Not only have I started to reread the book, my stomach suddenly felt a rumbling start to be noisy asking to be filled.

"Dam. When I was serious like this my stomach was hungry" I clicked deeply, out of the room turned towards the kitchen to replenish my stomach.

Meneer Willem, what exactly are you hiding so neatly like this?

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"Neng Visha wants to eat what? Let Bibi make it if tonight wants to stay," Bibi bargained kindly and gently as usual, welcoming my arrival to the Mang Ujang family home.

It's been a long time since I last visited here, and again I really have to meet with Willem's husband and wife who often stay in the guest room.

"Not bother, Bi. Whatever Auntie made Visha would eat, "come back, get inside the house following Aunt's steps.

Mang Ujang family home is also the same as my home, inhabited also by invisible creatures who inhabit several points in the house. But they did not bother me, just looking at me in silence with such a pale face.

But there is a little different, if almost all astral beings in my house is a domestic ghost with a local face native to Indonesia such as kuntilanak or pocong, almost all of the ghosts of the residents in Mang Ujang's house are European-faced or Japanese soldiers who still wear their typical green military uniforms.

In the corner of the living room I could see the ghostly figure of a blonde Dutch woman in a white wedding dress whose surface was almost all covered with blood, that pair of ghost eyes was also out of place making me shudder in horror. It seems he died in such a terrible way on the day of his wedding, unfortunate fate.

"Andri will be home soon, while waiting to eat first?" haggard Aunt once again when I've sat the backpack I carried on the sofa.

I shook my head slowly. "just eat it later, Bi. Visha was still full just now after eating from home."

Aunty smiled, taking a withered sheet of nightly flowers from the glass vase on the living room table right in front of me.

"Why do you want to help Aunt pick up flowers in the backyard?" aunty asked then, making me immediately nod in agreement without a second thought.

While having a light conversation, Bibi and I walked together towards the backyard of the Mang Ujang family home. Like other old houses, the front and back yard of this house is quite spacious. Because Bibi is a typical housewife who is diligent, be both large pages are maintained with overgrown with a variety of flowers.

I laughed clumsily covering up my stupidity, I don't know where this thought felt so messed up after reading Vin's book.

"Maybe because Visha is missing Mama and Papa again" I said, continuing my work as I should.

"Life on the road is hard, baby. Patience yes," replied the gentle Aunt.

"Assalamualaikum," a voice flowed, making me and Bibi compactly turn to the source of the voice.

It was Andri who had just come home from college, but now he was looking at me full of probing.

"Waalaikumsalam," answered my aunt and I together.

"Well, now that Andri has come home, let's eat together" asked Auntie after putting all the flowers she had picked into the basket.

Me and Andri just threw a glance at each other, then walked tailed to follow Aunt who first walked.

"Why did you come here?" andri asked half a whisper.

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As both I and Andri had promised earlier this afternoon, we were now both sitting opposite each other in the back pavilion of the Mang Ujang family home.

This house is indeed much grander than the house I live in despite being owned by the same initial owner, the Luccane family.

The house where I live only has one main building, while this house has a pavilion located behind the house not far from the backyard.

"What's wrong? Not usually you come to stay this way," Andri opened his voice while pouring his homemade tea pull into my glass.

"You speak Dutch, don't you?" I was hesitant, because I don't really remember if Andri can still speak Dutch or not.

A pair of thick eyebrows belonging to Andri now swooped in, looking at me confused.

"Why indeed? don't answer my question with dong's question."

"I found something very interesting" I replied as I thrust Vin's old, worn-out tome.

"What book is this, Sha? Forgive me, the title alone is strange can-can you pick up," protested Andri but still open the book.

A pair of caramel obsidian belonging to Andri looked at every line of words lined up neatly in the book. He perused every sentence, considering that the handwriting of the ancients was much different than the handwriting of today.

"I found the book in the hallway room near the kitchen. I can't do anything alone so I'm here to ask for help from you," I said honestly after feeling Andri began to understand the contents of the book.

"Visha, this book... Too creepy," Andri muttered but his pair of neutrals still faithfully looked at every word written in the book.

"Certainly because the book was written by a serial killer who no one expected at the time" I replied seriously.

Andri now looked at me straight, I could clearly see the question marks on her handsome face.

"The unexpected serial killer? Who?"