The old lady just looked at the crooked-nose man in a gentle look.
"I am not in a hurry, dear gentlemen. You can take all the time you need."
The crooked-nose man looked at his partner and sighed once again.
"I don't think we actually have as much time as you think, Mrs. Lisdelle. However, indeed, I was the one who gave the offer." The crooked-nose man left his words hanging in the air. He slant his head to the left, thinking all the possibilities. Out of all, he was definitely not happy with any option.
"I prefer to explain it in short."
The old lady just stared at him in a deathly silence. However, the crooked-nose didn't back off the threat. He stared back at the old lady and continued his ice cold monologue.
"This group is notorious across 10 countries. The police across the continent has been practically chasing after them for nearly a decade. Even if they have been known well enough, strangely, the police still couldn't figure out how many of them, who is the master mind, and else."
The little boy stared at them as he listened to the story. His pupils widened and sweat started to flow out of his pores.
"I don't like this. Pizza owner, what are they talking about? Is the owner in danger?"
The middle-aged man didn't answer the young boy's questions. He wasn't sure either. Who are they actually? He asked to himself. The silence nearly killed everybody there with heavy tense.
The young lady looked at her grandaunt, wasn't sure what to do nor was it related to her too. Those men said something related to their family's inheritance. Should I help her? She was hesitant.
Finally, the old lady broke the ice-cold air, "Lynn."
The young lady grasped with surprise, "Yes, granny?"
"Could you please bring me a cup of milk tea? And... three slices of spinach pie, please?"
"Sure, in a flash, granny."
The young lady came back with a tray full of pies and a cup of tea. She put the cup in front of the old lady and the pies to each of them, the old lady and the gentlemen. The old lady took the cup and sipped it with composure.
"If... the police couldn't do much for this past decade, how will you help me, my dear gentlemen?"
The chubby man and the crooked-nose man looked at each other. Seems like they hadn't introduced their selves properly enough.
"We are, Mrs. Lisdelle, detectives from the headquarter," said the chubby man.
They sun rose higher as the clock ticking. The air got hotter and everybody in the coffee shop felt uncomfortable.
Welcome!!! To the whole mess in my mind!!
Hello, nice to meet you!!
I don't know how did you end up reading this silly blog, but anyway, thanks for starting reading this thing!!! This blog will be my aid to keep my sanity from the whole mess in my own brain.
There will be at least 2 series that I will keep on posting.
The first one is "Brain Damage Control" or BDC. In this series, I will write about anything I learned in the day. It might be super random, but I will keep it easy to read, easy to understand. It's a practice for me too =) The other one is "The Tale of a Boy in a Coffee Shop". This will be a micro-novel series.
Please enjoy the might-be-not-a-very-new-concept-but-I-like-it-this-way-anyway experience while reading it. I hope I could keep writing it in an interesting way. Of course, any suggestions and requests are highly welcomed!!
So!!!
Enjoy!!
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