Chapter 4 It's like a puzzle

A few minutes later Nikasha got out of the car right at the opening of their gate. She wanted to go for a walk first so that she could get used to walking with her feet bandaged. It doesn't matter if the wound is bruised there because Summer cleaned it properly. She just needs to rest that but nothing will happen if she just stares. At no time did she think of herself. Consideration of the other person comes first and he thinks it is right.

The wind was just right, enough to keep the two walking along the mansion warm, it was still a long way off and had to actually use a car to get to the house itself. Nikasha walks quietly still on her heels, while Maru sings softly and dances his head in the air.

"Yummy baby," Maru called to the girl who automatically looked at him.

it's just funny to think that Maru really thought of that term with the girl, she didn't have any bad intentions, she just really wanted to tease it.

"Call me when you can't, I'll carry you again," Maru suggested with a smile.

"Can you help me later?" Nikasha asked stopping Maru.

Who wouldn't be surprised if you were offered a favor by someone who rarely asked for a favor. Maru nodded quickly then the smile widened.

"Sure! Where is it?" its a lively question that was already arguing with joy.

"I'll just knock you in your room," the girl answered shortly.

When they got home, Nikasha used to go straight to the back, because there she could not meet anyone, no one would ask if her condition was okay, no one would worry.

Her emotions were blank when she caught sight of the photograph hanging in the hallway itself, a large picture of where the members of the Black Ficarro were turned yellow.

Many are in the picture but only nine remain. In the next picture you can see two twin boys and a man who looks like the two twins based on that picture, if you look closely he is five years old.

"Armando Azarcon," Nikasha whispered as she stared at the photo where she was with Zenos and Zorteo.

The story is just confusing. You never know if it's all true or maybe it's just like what Nikasha reads in the book, fiction. A big question was in her brain, how could the older members of Black Ficarro like the Azarcon group, when that organization was so close.

"Curiosity kills you," a young man replied suddenly.

Nikasha quickly turned to Matthaois who was staring at the picture the girl was looking at. Matthaois turned to his master's son, looking down at the bandage at his feet.

"There's no end to a story if one's imagination is naughty," Matthaois meaningfully said here with Nikasha shrugging.

"What do you mean?"

Matthaois replied with a grin. Their suspicion was correct, that the children did not really know much about what had happened before. More than ten times their parents told stories about what happened before, but ten times the children did not understand. The war lasted ten years.

"I can't blame you for not understanding what we're saying. But isn't that nice? The creator of the events using the photos is about to fade," he explained while staring at Armando who he once said became friends.

Matthaois has already left him, but she just stays in that hallway where the photos are, slowly if he does walk. as if accompanying the sound of footsteps and her breath, as she looked closely at the photographs that almost gradually reduced the number of companions there.

"El Cuanto," she uttered a name dhe didn't know but she saw at the bottom of the photo holding a cigar.

El Cuanto being the strongest then. Fearlessly assassinated the governors of the American nation with the help of the Mexicans he subjugated. But unfortunately there was one who spoke, a traitor who would not have thought that he would be the cause of the destruction of the powerful groups then.

So it was followed by a great war in which only the mafioso were also fighting. No longer followed a word with six letters that were most important in their organization. Many were captured and killed, including her father.

Nikasha just sighed because until now it seemed like there was still an explanation missing that she didn't know where to look.

When he reached the far hallway where the living room enters, she turned right and then the stairs opened up to the second floor. He quickly changed her clothes, wearing only simple black pajamas and a white shirt.

When she left Cr, she took an envelope, didn't even look at what was in it and then left the room again. It goes to the right where Maru's room is. It was about to knock but the door spat on the young man who was in a hurry to put on the black shirt.

"Where are we?" the young man asked quickly as he followed Nikasha up the stairs.

"Library, let's take care of these transferees," Nikasha said quickly.

When they got to the third floor, at the end of the part they opened the typical door where there were a lot of books, it was quiet and comfortable to study there so they chose to just stay here because there were definitely a lot of people downstairs.

Nikasha started to teach what to do, Maru put together the grade level years and courses taken, while Nikasha set the school time and other activities.

With each reading of the two of the names they held they both looked at each other, as if something was wrong. The two ignored that because they had no proof of the names they could see and read. They continued to practice non again until the end. But instead of leaving that room they were silent for a moment.

"Maybe we're just mistaken Nikasha," the young man said seriously as he could already hear the way the girl was staring at the paper.

Nikasha stood up slowly and then walked into the room as if there was no wound on her foot. She placed both her hands on her waist and went up to her nape.

"Coincidentally? These are the six surnames among those who died then. If anything happened coincidentally, it was their identity that came to us," Nikasha said softly, staring at the young man now.

Maru put down the pencil loudly and then stared at Nikasha.

"It can also be deliberate."