
“You, the surrounding community, the police, detectives, and everyone else though. They would still accuse me of being a suspect, so, would I be exempt from the charges, if I said that I didn't kill him?”
“Lantas, why did detectives and investigators find the murder weapon in your backpack at the time? Why are they still hunting you today?”
“Actually quite simple. If you don't feel guilty, you just need to follow the procedures of the police officer, and clear your name.”
“How do you know, if they're still after me to this day? Are you still trying to find out? Why?” ask Igor.
“That's because….. Ah, naw. Forgetit. I just heard it from somewhere. As a reporter and reporter, I must always be updated about new things,” replied Roy terrified.
“Good. I guess I really should go. Thanks for the coffee, Arthur.” Roy stood up and picked up his bag, preparing to leave the place immediately.
“Lantas, are you now going to the police station and you said to them ‘I saw Arthur a murder suspect ten years ago whose case was not finished’ is that?”
“Hh. Why would I do that? I'm not interested in anyone else's business,” Shall Roy stand in his place.
“Are you married, Roy?”
Roy shook his head, “Today, living alone is a new trend, and I'm doing that latest trend. Eat, drink, and do all the work yourself.”
“You are a reporter and a reporter weekly. That means you have pretty flexible hours, don't you?”
Igor kept giving Roy the questions that cornered him. Instantly Roy thought that Igor would do something to him then.
“Receive this.”
An antique urn made of marble was taken by Igor. He wrapped the jar carefully, intending to give it to Roy.
“Hey, no need! You don't have to give me those antiques, Arthur. I don't need a gift.”
“Tak what. Consider it to bribe you to keep quiet and not talk to anyone, that you have met me in this place.”
“Gosh, didn't I tell you? I'm not gonna gossip with anyone. You don't have to worry.”
“Sit back, Roy. Write your address here. I'll send this antique to your residence.
“I didn't see Mr. Igor. I heard from Detective Eva, she is the owner of this place.” Igor sat down and wrote down his address on the white paper.
As Roy wrote, Igor slowly walked to lock the door of the room and closed all the windows with gray curtains. Some of the lights were turned off by him and raised the volume of the sound that was lit.
Realizing that, Roy quickly rushed from his seat and ran to get out of the room.
Like a fighting MMA fighter, Igor pulled Roy's thick jacket and slammed it into the table, breaking the table into 2 pieces.
Roy's lying on the floor. He groaned in pain like a fish as he came out of the water.
Seeing that Roy was about to try to escape again, Igor quickly held Roy's neck with both of his sturdy arms, rendering him unconscious.
Roy's eyes slowly closed and all of his body was squeezed. This time he was completely unconscious.
That time passed quickly. He had to clean up all the mess he had made, before picking his son home and waiting for his beloved wife to return.
There was an empty basement in his office. Igor carried Roy and put him in the empty basement.
Igor did that because he was afraid, if Eva, a woman he loved so much, knew all the bad things from Roy's words.
Bad luck to Roy. He should be in the basement. Igor tied his legs, hands and covered his mouth using a medium-sized duct tape, so he could not scream or try to escape when he woke up.
***
At 3pm. Look Igor who has been with his little baby in the family room.
Igor invited his son to play guitar and sing songs together.
“Boy!”
“Mama!!!” Boy runs to hug Eva who just came home after working all day.
“Jeez, my handsome son.” Eva hugged Boy who was running towards her.
“Boy, your mama is very tired. Let him rest first.”
“No. I'm not tired at all. I'm so excited today,” said Eva still hugging Boy.
“Come, Darling. Give us extra energy!”
Igor smiled, crouched down and hugged his wife and son together.
A very beautiful view to see the harmony of the small family.