Part 7

"Tell me first..What does Amelya want to know about something like this..?"

He says this, placing the empty cup in my hand.

As taking a promise from him was like 'taking a feather from a tortoise', I finally decided that I should ask him directly everything I needed to know.

"Hmm…!"

Taking a deep breath, I gave him a sharp look.

"Can you tell me first.. what is that garden that you can see in the distance.. "

My sharp eyes clearly caught the shock of those eyes.

"Amelya, what is that desolate garden for?"

In that look, there was no light. But I must know.

"I asked you a question.. not expecting another question, Giuseppe.. "

There was also a tone in my voice that was second to his.

"Hmm...!"

He is tame.

"I can't knowingly put Amelya in trouble... I also have a daughter like Amelya."

Everything he says is just a big mess.

I don't know how my knowledge of that deserted garden and my life being in trouble are connected. However, I was feeling that my irrational suspicion that there was some connection between the deserted garden and this bungalow, would be true.

"Giuseppe, how can I get into trouble if I know the details about that garden..?"

I asked.

"Hmm…!"

"This Kassoli bungalow came to this day and age because of those evil forces, children.. Oh, what kind of family is this?"

I understood from the sad feelings on his face that he was roaming among the memories of the distant past.

'Evil forces..?'

I whispered the words to myself.

"What Giuseppe is saying is not clear to me."

I said I wanted to know something else.

Giuseppe got up and came to me with those deep eyes fixed on my face.

"Unclear places were still unclear.. If Amelya continues to work and study in this bungalow, it will be good for everyone, including the children."

There was a warning in that voice. But, I decided to raise my voice again where this mind still does not obey him.

Giuseppe, what I say..."

"Amelya, I am saying this because I feel like my child.. Don't look for these things again.. Don't change your life."

Avoid my words, he said while looking at the deserted garden in the distance.

Then, when I was unable to learn any more information from him, I hurtlingly went inside the bungalow.

When this mind, which is becoming more and more tangled in a maze, was burdened with great pain, I again focused on my usual duties. After cleaning the rest of the half-cleaned book room, I had to prepare lunch.

Having prepared fried meat slices and vegetable salad for lunch, I first went to Mrs. Serena's room and fed her and gave her the medicine properly. After preparing food for Giuseppe and Federica, I didn't even feel hungry today. Because of that, I carefully removed all the old framed pictures from the wall hanging all over the walls of the hall and had to wipe all those pictures.

"You want to be Amelya.."

I was wiping all the pictures on the corner table in the hall, and I looked back because of that unfamiliar female voice.

A middle-aged woman wearing black pants, a blouse of the same color, and a light brown knee-length coat started looking at me. I felt something close to her figure with a slender, tall body, but I did not pay much attention to it.

"Ah.. yes.. I am Amelya.."

I said, looking at her. The next moment, she started coming near me. The expression on that face was full of wonder.

"Mmh.."

"I'm Michela Kassoli.."

After a few moments passed, they looked at me and began to pick up words as if she had suddenly regained consciousness.

"Ah.. Mrs. Michela.. because I had not seen you before.."

"Alright, children.. I'm going upstairs.. When they're done doing that, come meet me."

She stopped my story by placing a hand on my shoulder and started to tell it.

"Good, Mrs. Michela.."

As soon as I turned my head to the floor, I thought that she had started climbing the stairs to go to the upper floor with great excitement.

"Hmmm..!"

With nothing else to do but watch everything happen, I turned my attention back to the task at hand. After cleaning and hanging the last few frames, I went to the kitchen and prepared a cappuccino. I also took out the heart-shaped cake that I had made in the morning, cut a small piece of it, and put it on the plate. I kept the cup of cappuccino and the saucer with the piece of cake on the tray and quickly walked upstairs.

"Mrs. Michela.."

I spoke to her while sitting and thinking on the old, long wooden chair on the short balcony upstairs.

"Ah.. come child.. "

She called me, and I handed her the tray with the cappuccino. There was a lovely smile on that face. At that moment, I began to think that that face was still that of a playful young woman.

"Can Amelia do the work in the bungalow alone..?"

"If anyone else needs help, tell me."

She says she's putting a piece of cake in her mouth.

"It's not that difficult, Ms. Michela.. but if I have to go to the city suddenly... the only problem is that I can't leave Ms. Serena alone."

I told the truth.

"Um... take Federica at such a time... she is very close to the bungalow... and Serena too."

She started to say.

She was careful not to say a single word about herself, even though she had been talking about me for a long time. Emma had said that she was a cousin of Mrs. Serena, but of course I wanted to know who she was. Although I directed the question to her in every way possible so that she would not know, I could feel that she deliberately avoided all those questions. However, her friendliness brought relief to my heart.

Mrs. Michela, who spent time in the bungalow for another hour, finally met Mrs. Serena and started to leave in the car she came in. As evening fell, Federica and Giuseppe also left the bungalow as usual. After they all left, I got up early, dressed in a light dress, and came to Mrs. Serena's room.

Like every day, her eyes were fixed on the deserted garden, which was covered in pitch darkness. Seeing the expressions on her face, I thought that her thoughts were going far beyond her consciousness. But as I did not have the heart to ask her about this, I again crept into my room without disturbing her, remembering that I had one more duty to perform. I thought that the evidence I found while cleaning the book room in the morning would answer my questions to some extent, so I looked at it for a moment and took it in my hands with confidence.