31. Fake Hair

"Nothing better than today," said Aruna closing the door.

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"Sir, Miss Anna's car disappeared along with the scent of someone smelled by the sniffer dogs."Reported one of the aides.

"You haven't found the car yet?"Mahendra asks for an explanation.

Herry and the others shook their heads.

"How could the car disappear so easily?" asked Mahendra.

"It seems, if you deign to involve the D-Floor team, I'm sure they can easily find the car,"

Mahendra was silent for a moment.

"The Post guard of the main house gate, thought that Miss Nana was the one who came out driving her own car," Mahendra frowned as he heard the aide's explanation.

"When the car passed, they seemed to see the silhouette of Miss Nana in her car."

"He also knows how to avoid CCTV Sir" added another aide.

"Is this man or woman?"Mahendra threw a question.

"If you look at his footprints, and his ability to climb cliffs. He is clearly a man."

"But the gatekeeper consistently said as if the shirt, scraf and his appearance were female, the clothes worn showed Miss Anna,"

"It means the perpetrator deliberately resembles Nana?"Mahendra asked the arguments of his men.

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"Aarh.."Sigh breathlessly with the chest up and down.

The blue eyes were wide open, whereas 1 second earlier, the man seemed to slumber in sleep. He didn't sleep well. So conversations with his aides creep in between breaks.

'It was as if the clothes she was wearing resembled Miss Anna,' he said.

This sentence kept ringing in Mahendra's head more than in other sentences.

The blue-eyed man rose from his sleep and moved towards the desk on the left side of the bed. An outdated Laptop that he had not opened for a long time - more or less almost 1 month-finally touched again.

Mahendra opened his laptop and shifted the chair to sit down. His fingers played on the keyboard. Then he went through the folders that contained photos of some investigators. The police and the D-Floor team related to his wife's case were suspended. Lack of evidence, especially eyewitness accounts.

The man stopped several times. The man's hand seemed to be holding his temple when he saw a photo depicting a splash of blood at the crime scene. His chest rippled, remembering Aruna's drooping hands dripping with fresh blood when his aide was lifted at that time.

Mahendra almost ended the observation when his blue eyes saw a picture of scissors smeared with blood. His hands covered his face, and his eyes reddened. He was grieving.

The pale face on the hospital bed entered his memory. His wife had waited patiently for his promise to reveal the assault case.

The blue-eyed man again opened his eyes, gathering intent once more. The exhaled breath from his lips painted unrest. Mahendra opened his eyes wide, observing again the objects that became evidence of the terrible tragedy that befell his wife.

Scissors, his wife's haircut, torn clothes, and…

he zoomed in on the thing-a black-brown mixed-color wig, long wavy at the ends, similar to someone's hairdo-

"Like Anna's hair?" he murmured.

Mahendra got up from his chair. The man ducked down, looking for something in the drawer. -nothing-

Laptop on the table he closed. Mahendra grasped a rectangular object with his right hand. He realized the file he was looking for was in a desk drawer on the 1st floor. Before leaving the room, Hendra grabbed the key, this man rarely locked anything in the main house, and today the blue-eyed man changed.

Hendra went down the stairs and immediately turned towards the study. But something disturbed his eyes -he looked away for a moment. His wife looks like she's walking. Blue eyes smile while trailing the pregnant woman with her characteristic ponytail.

It turned out that Aruna met a group of motherhouse assistants who used to be on duty in the kitchen, as well as a cleaning team. The little one carried firm sentences that rarely came out of his way of speaking. He protested against the manager who was in charge of overseeing the kitchen.

"Why aren't you like before?!". Although Aruna's voice is firm, in fact, when the pregnant woman's mouth is bent, it still looks funny. A group of assistants who had gotten complaints occasionally smiled between nods of regret.

"Sorry Miss.. I want to be in control of the kitchen, but who I am in appeals.. em.." the manager did not dare to say Anna's name.

"Who are you? you're human.." the assistant manager couldn't help but laugh. They are amused, his manager at the young Miss bully.

"You too.. huuh.. why aren't you guys as good as you used to be?" they were silent for a moment after hearing Aruna's words.

"What's wrong with us, miss?" asks one of them.

"You have no initiative!," Aruna's voice was firm.

"How come, the Fire Nation has attacked miss," this chirp got Aruna's glance. And the little one laughed.

"The water and wind handlers will put it out," Aruna added after laughing. Then they looked at each other, and they looked at each other.

Without them noticing, a sweet smile produced a dimple from the blue-eyed man, who had been watching from behind the wall.

"Work as before.. when I first met you. Although this house often looks gloomy, there is no need for you to be gloomy. I know, I'm the only one allowed to be beautiful in this house.. but that doesn't mean you're not allowed to look bright," and they laughed at Aruna's monologue.

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"Miss.. we will work even better, " the last sentence before Mahendra stopped eavesdropping on the discussions of the motherhouse assistants with his wife.

Mahendra walked back to his study, staring at each room he passed. The man felt that this house was getting gloomy. True, as Aruna protested to the assistants of the parent House who lost their initiative.

Mahendra did not know that they were working by following a single command made by someone. The Best Partner, the most solid team, is usually filled by a group of highly Initiative people.

This man entered his room, then rushed to check the drawers. The Laptop he brought back was opened with curiosity, combining the file in hand with the observed photo.

The wig, which he observed in the photo, was found in a trash can near the 5th floor toilet not far from the elevator.

The blue-eyed man muttered.

_wait, Aruna feels the assailant is female, and it's Anna?_ he talks to himself.

_The sniffer dog smelled the trail of someone who made Aruna get away from the shore of the lake, and that person used Anna's car to escape. And the gatekeeper of the motherhouse guessed it was Anna?_

Mahendra put the file in his hand.

Why does the perpetrator always try to resemble Anna?

The blue-eyed man checked once again the photos on his laptop; the toilet, the trash can near the toilet, and the elevator door not far away.

Footprints in the lake of men's shoes_

Mahendra pondered for quite a while, " Toilet.. he walked towards the toilet, changed his appearance, threw off the wig and then went to the elevator," his wife was not wrong. Aruna was right, and it was true that she felt it was Anna who attacked her.

"Just a minute.. hold on.." the man seeks understanding, he talks to himself. "..CCTV trouble on the 5th floor surrounding the room Aruna, and elsewhere not. Means CCTV each elevator is still operating, " Mahendra observes his laptop.

I heard a scream from the blue-eyed man.

"Oh.. God.." this man quickly got up from his seat. He left Aruna's laptop and case files behind.

Mahendra ran to find a petite woman with brown eyes. This man was cursing himself, who had been reluctant to see the photos and case files of his wife directly.

After inquiring with several assistants, he found his wife watering the plants in the garden next to the motherhouse.

The pregnant woman was having fun there, joking with a group of assistants who presented joint activities-gardening, mowing the grass, tidying up the branches, and removing the dried flowers-.

Mahendra set foot on the grass, walking towards the woman's back. In line with his arrival, several assistants rose to greet him. Hendra smiled briefly until this man stood near his wife and hugged her from behind.

Aruna flinched for a moment because the husband held her tightly. Strangely, the man was silent.

"What is it?" asked Aruna.

"Let's go for a moment.."

"Where to?"Aruna thought Hendra was seducing her because the man knew he was angry this morning.

"You like to ride a motorcycle, don't you?"Lenten Mahendra is still holding his wife.

"It's been a long time since I've seen you dress to your heart's content, or seen you enjoy simple things.. me.." he who speaks takes a breath," - misses my old Aruna.. who likes to use cute bracelet accessories or live in a house full of weird trinkets.. me.."His breath was blocked, and Mahendra could not continue his speech.