White Payung

Chapter 10

She saw the two British men coming towards the bridge, and decided it was time to put her plans into place. Holding the white payung low, she threw an orange at the men, her eyes watching them from behind her umbrella. She wasn't sure which one was the murderer, but it was one of the two.

Jonathan caught the orange and shouted in triumph. The two friends were having so much fun, and they loved this culture of throwing the oranges, because it would give them an excuse to follow the girls. They looked up at the bridge where the girls were laughing, and their attention was reverted to the girl with the white umbrella.

Ken stood a few feet away, half hidden from view behind a large tree. He too was undecided which man was the murderer, was it Jonathan or Andrew. He saw them walked off after the mysterious girl, and followed from a safe distance.

Kebaya swaying in the most provocative swing, the mystery girl continued her way down the quiet lane, the white payung still shading her face. Andrew and Jonathan were just a few feet behind her, their anticipation high with the fun they were going to have.

She unlocked the front door, walked into the hall with the red wall, and into the bedroom. The two men pushed open the door and attacked her. It was just like the scene that Ken saw in his dream, all over again. The girl was going to get raped and strangled.

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Finally Ken got to talk to the girl with the white payung, just the two of them, in a romantic café, like what Ken would describe as a date. The case of the murder of the three girls was finally over. The murderer had been caught, and Ken had won the girl.

"So, who are you, really? Can't you tell me"

"I am the girl with the white payung, and I will be forever grateful for your help."

The two young people sat uncomfortably at the tea table. There was so much to be said, to be asked, but where to begin?

That night, in the bedroom, Ken sat alone on his bed. He looked out into the living room at the red wall. It still made him feel uneasy, and he told himself that he must start looking for another place.

He got into bed, and waited for his ghost to speak, but it was early morning when he realized that she had not spoken. What had happened to her? Why didn't she speak to him like she had so many nights before?

Ken got up, packed his few belongings, and went his way to the same café where she will be waiting.