Serial Murder Mystery

A love from parents to their children is a very normal thing.

But all that feels very heavy for Mesya.

For some reason she was not comfortable getting abundant love from her parents.

And strange events continue to disturb Mesya's mind.

She repeatedly found blood stains on her father's shoes or coat.

And not only that, seeing Arumi everywhere carrying a knife in her bag, made Mesya curious about what her parents were doing.

What is their real job?

And why don't they ever go to the office to work?

They are always at home whenever Mesya comes home, and they are always there for Mesya too.

Their companies are everywhere but they are not busy people like entrepreneurs in general.

The two of them often went out at night and came home early in the morning.

Do you have to take care of the company at night?

Mesya's mind began to become unsettled, and she continued to keep her curiosity to herself. She didn't dare to ask the others.

She was afraid they would be offended, especially since David's attitude towards her was very rude.

"Mesya...."

A soft and warm voice greeted her ears.

"Mother," said Mesha.

"Mother, bring something for you, dear," said Arumi.

Then from her bag, Arumi took out a very beautiful diamond ring.

And of course, the price is quite expensive.

"This is for, Mesya, Mom?"

"Yes, for who else. You are indeed the most beautiful in this world, no one can match your beauty and you will be more beautiful, after wearing this ring," said Arumi.

While pinning the ring on Mesya's ring finger, Arumi whispered.

"Don't lose it, honey."

Then. Mesya nodded.

"Mom, can Mesya go to the orphanage? Because Mesya misses Mesya's friends," Mesya asked.

Arumi was silent for a moment, her face looked annoyed, 'huuuft....' She snorted heavily. But a second later Arumi returned a friendly smile.

"Ah, okay honey, but not today huh, next week, how about?" Arumi asked.

"Ah, next week," Mesya looked disappointed, "umm, it's okay, it's okay, the most important thing is that I can meet my friends," Mesya said, and she smiled again.

From the part of Arumi's bag which happened to be white, there was one red spot, and it was very similar to blood.

Of course, it made Mesya curious, and this time she dared to ask, to treat her curiosity.

"Mom, what blood is that?" asked the Mesya.

"Blood?" Arumi looked at the part of her bag that Mesya pointed to.

"It's not blood, honey, but the sauce. Mom just ate at the restaurant earlier and accidentally, the sauce hit Mom's bag," explained Arumi.

"Oh, I see, I'm sorry, Mom," said Mesya.

"It's all right," said Arum.

Seeing Mesya's bored face, Arumi finally invites Mesya for a walk with her.

"Mesya, let's go for a walk with Mother!" take Arum.

"Where, ma'am?"

"We're going to the mall"

"Wow, to the mall? Mesya has never been to the mall, Mom!"

"Well, from now on we will often go to the Mall together,"

"Wow, really, Mom?!"

"Of course yes!"

And Mesya was very happy to hear that because this was her first experience being able to go to the Mall.

While in the orphanage, let alone going to the mall, going to the night market is very rare.

And when she arrived at the Mall, Arumi asked Mesya to choose all the clothes and items she wanted.

"Mom, if Mesya takes these two teddy bears, is it okay?" Mesya asked, pointing at the teddy bear.

"Ow yes of course but, who is the other one for?"

"One, for, Zahra, the theme is Mesya, Ma'am. She's a nice person, you know,"

"Yes, please," answered Arumi patiently.

And after being satisfied shopping and having lunch together, Arumi brought Mesya home.

But when she arrived in front of the gate of the house, two middle-aged women were gossiping.

Even though they were half whispering, their voices reached Mesya and Arumi's ears, although they weren't very clear.

But Arumi already understands very well, if they talk about her and Mesya, because not only once have they talked about her and Mesya from behind, before also often.

Of course, it started to make Arumi's heart very upset.

Arumi immediately put her car into the gate, then she invited Mesya into the house.

"Mother, why is Auntie so evil outside?" Mesya said plainly.

"Evil how?" asked Arumi.

"At that time, they said that Mesya would only be sacrificed for the sake of wealth, Father and Mother," said Mesya.

"Calm down dear, that's not true. We're not bad people, she's just jealous of our wealth, because her house is smaller than ours," said Arumi.

"Mom, is Mesya going back to the orphanage?"

"No honey, you are everything to us so we don't want to lose you!"

"But, there are many who don't like it, Mesya. Just because Mesya is an orphan. Is that wrong?"

The little girl's eyes began to glaze over and were ready to drop clear drops down her cheeks.

"Shh, don't be sad. No one will hurt you any longer. Because you are our darling."

Arumi stroked Mesya's hair.

And again whispered in Mesya's ear, "I will make sure, that woman who does not know herself will no longer be able to insult us, let alone hurt your heart!" Arumi said.

Mesya was silent for a moment, she saw her mother's eyes looked very scary, like a wild animal ready to pounce.

***

The next day, when Charles and Arumi opened the gate and were about to take Mesya and the others to school, suddenly the house opposite their house was filled with people gathered.

Even the door of the house has also been fitted with a police line.

Mesya seemed curious about what was happening in the house.

"Mother, what happened to the house?" asked the Mesya.

"I don't know, I don't know either," answered Arumi.

But Arumi stared at the house for a moment with a faint smile.

Then she returned to take the children to school with Charles.

Meanwhile, at the woman's house, soon the police removed a corpse from the house, wrapped it in a body bag, and carried it on a stretcher to the ambulance.

The body that was brought was the body of the owner of the house, a woman who yesterday had talked about the Arumi family.

And the woman died terribly.

Her tongue disappeared, with both of her eyeballs also gouged out.

To be continued