Chapter 3 They're wrong

It just seemed like nothing tragic had happened to the students and teachers at that school. Not surprisingly, since the area was full of massacres, Janice's death was not new because they thought it was a problem in her life. but Nikasha just smiled at what she saw, everyone was still busy organizing their school because of the big program that was going to take place. Since no one saw the plan she made, she had nothing to worry about.

Nikasha was pacing along the hallway of the first floor, her eyes only on the wide square where other students were busy arranging the place or the booths in each department. Nikasha is the only big one in this school because she is one of the officers of the high organization. She was a paperworker so she quickly knew who the people around her were.

Less than five minutes later, she found Mara who was completely distracted, she was the only one she considered a friend except for her companions. They both stopped because of what they were looking at.

"You're just here, I've been looking for you for a while," Mara began, who later looked at his feet.

"Why? Are we being summoned?" Nikasha wondered.

Mara trimmed it and then handed over the thick envelope containing several pieces of paper.

"Ma'am Soliman is taking care of the transferees, they also need to be given a schedule, the record is already there, isn't it?"s he asked here.

Nikasha looked down at that paper and then picked up the envelope. She didn't bother to open it and find out who it was, after all he had no interest.

"I'll just do it at home, it's not necessary, is it?"

"As long as they are ready before the program starts, those transferees will come there, they will also move suddenly."

Nikasha only nodded in response, only Mara was with her because the other twins had their own world. There are things they should not be together especially since their rooms are separate. Each booth in the square was checked by Nikasha, Mara the scribe what else was missing or if she was done with making that stance. They have nothing to do but that. The class will only return in the next two weeks because they are busy with the school anniversary.

They stopped in the shady trees, relaxing and looking around to see what was going to be the next trend.

"What just happened to your feet?" Mara's curiosity here.

Instead of looking at Mara, Nikasha looked away as if someone was watching.

"It's nothing. I played last night," was the deep answer that the other person shrugged.

Games will not be liked by others especially the weak. She had never experienced being a child, the only toys they could handle were the sharp ones. She was used to the pain of them touching and cutting her. How many times has she almost died? More than twenty?

"It's serious, maybe Janice's problem is serious so she committed suicide. She's unfortunate, she doesn't have a family yet," Mara said sadly with a hint of sadness.

Nikasha glanced at her, and for the first time they stared at each other, Nikasha didn't like to stare at each other, unless she was studying someone's emotions.

"There are things that need to be taken from someone before everything gets worse," Nikasha said.

Life. There are things that even before time need to disappear in order to protect others. But no one knows if they really caught up with the problem. Yes and they killed a woman who knew and could be the eyes of the other group not knowing where that was.

Once Zeren caught Janice holding a role that only a member of a secret organization could have as such. So the girl's actions were quickly studied and watched. But the other group was very careful and there was still no trace of them.

It all ended and everyone decided to go home. The siblings are separated when riding in the car. It takes about twenty minutes before arriving at their mansion that you would assume only normal people live because they are in a normal community.

That village and at the far end is located the big gate where the big house that is almost five decades old is located, corresponding to the end of the big war.

In the first part of the mansion where the hacienda can be seen, it is broad green. typical mansion really where cozy view due to trees lined up and evenly cut in the grass.

But the opposite is in the back, where the other men are fixing the dirt. the trees will rise and at the far end are hidden criminals whom they have been hiding for a long time and turning into toys for children to practice.

"It's clean, maybe let's just paint that part later, the blood is too sticky," Asher pointed out to Ponce.

Ponce just nodded. Whenever there are clutter Asher often cleans, Ponce often watches over the actions and to him often passes the information.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, when the three vehicles arrived, their children were already here. Fortunately, Summer and Cecil were able to prepare a snack as usual. Every Monday to Friday they live normally, comparable to a happy family.

The children quickly dropped their bodies on the long sofa in the living room.

"How's your school?" Ezra asked the children one by one taking food even before they had changed their uniforms.

"Wrong question," Zenos said deeply looking like he was going somewhere because of his typical outfit. "How's your work?" its a smiling question that matched what had happened recently.

Zafia stopped drinking, the crowd was looking at her and the other walkers were already looking at Zafia. Nieva narrowed her eyes at the youngest daughter while sipping coffee.

"Well done," she said quickly then took the drink again.

The smile flashed on the others as her mother let out a loud sigh, breathing easily again. Zenos just smiled at her and then said goodbye. He was wearing an office dress that could see nothing but black. He just kissed his two nieces on the forehead, his eyes searched for Nikasha but because the destination was important he left.

"Where's the paper?" Summer asked in surprise because she noticed that Zafia was not holding her hand.

"I gave my aunt to Lana, she was the one who met me," Lucas whispered.

But everyone is surprised because Avellana is not in the living room where they are.

"Where is she? Where's Nikasha and Maru?" Summer repeatedly asked them.

The children there could not answer that because when Asher and Ponce arrived, Ponce hugged his youngest daughter who continued to caress him for asking for food that was forbidden to her.

"No. Your mommy will be mad at me, "Ponce said calmly to the daughter who was still holding a folder where the paper was.

The girl sniffed and then left in a hug.

"Look dad, we got it oh, just treat it. Promise, Mommy won't know."

"Still no. I'm just going to buy your medicine, better to eat Summer's Cake, your aunt's work is your favorite, isn't it?" he whispered to her daughter, which made Lana happy.

They walked down the long hallway from the back of the mansion, it was just straight and the far side was the living room, most of them looked at the paper held by the maiden.

"Oh! Yes, here. I can't get what is written hehe," the girl smiled as she handed the paper to her aunt.

"You can't really understand this thing. Anyways, thank you. I will review this one. Buon lavoro," Nieva smiled in praise and then left with Ezra who was both good at reading other languages.

The children were left in the living room with their other father. Only Summer was there while combing the long hair of her youngest daughter Kelly, if we add up Kelly's habit she almost inherited almost nothing from her parents, she probably inherited it from her mother's sister who had passed away.

Asher just stared at his daughter Kelly who was almost pale and dumb, Summer whispered to her daughter to take care of herself and go to sleep as much as possible.

"How about Janice? Did you know anything about her?" Asher's introduction to children still eating.

"No more dad. It seems vague to get information on her," replied Asher's eldest son who was sitting next to Lucss busy messing with Keus's hair.

"Wha- why? Don't tell me they heard?" Summer's concern caused Zeren to sit up.

Others looked at her, especially Veron, who was just squeezing her sister's neck.

"She's gone. Poor Janice," whispered the girl who was sure to be heard by others.

"The work is clean, there's nothing to worry about aunt, especially since there's no camera there and suicide is being looked at in the investigation," Lucas confirmed as Asher asked.

"But we are not sure. We don't know if Janice Epifania have the same surname that we're looking for," Asher said.

They don't know anymore. They are not ignorant but like the other group they have lost connection and identity with each other. The other group must have known that Black Ficarro had children but did not know who. So keep wondering why there are so many surnames of people who have long been dead that in fact they have never heard of having families.

Epifania, one of the families with chronic drug trafficking and quietly smuggled into prisons during their time.

"There are only two people left in the other group we know are alive so far. Why are there any left?" Summer wondered.

"Are you sure Mom, if you're the only one who hasn't been touched and left behind in the past two decades?" Keus asked his parent with nothing to answer but a sigh.