THE FUNERAL

Raindrops fall on my cheeks as I wait for the funeral to begin, tears that I tend to hold race down my cheeks, to the cold grass floor.

All the invitee are waiting for the funeral to begin, they are talking to each other about the same person, Liana Crewfret. My detective friend ...is dead by accident in an emergency case by 'murdur', but now, we detective could not find out who or how the murderer murdered Liana.

We are finding out and unfolding the mystery. As I thought of that, that's not accactly what I think.

We don't know yet who murdered her, but we have nothing to do with the corpse since we already find the cause of death.

Today the detectives are wrapped in their own sadness of losing someone in the first case of us.

Yes, this is only our first case and we already lose someone. Some new detective they gave up and resign out of the team.

But I'm not the one who'll do that, I'm determined to be a detective and I already completed that dream. It's just a beginning I can't give up this fast.

All the years I been dreading to have my first case as a detective, dreading to be in a real detective team ordered by the captain.

Raindrops start to getting bigger each minutes, but I didn't care. The only thing I care now is to watch my friend's funeral to peacefully continue even if the thunderstorm is occurring.

My gaze trail to where her coffin is placed, sadness flush throught me again, but this time, it's felt heavier than the last time when I saw her coffin or the first time I know Liana passed away.

And without me knowing it, I started to cry. I pour my feelings out below the rains. I missed her, even though we are not close to each other that much.

I thought about her children and her family, if in that coffin is not her, but me? what will my family do without me?

The thought of my family made me cry even harder. I just remember that my family are peacefully asleep in their hospital bed last time I saw them.

I wonder if they're fine. But now that's not the biggest point where I'm here. Before I know it, the funeral came to an end.

The invitees start to made their way back the rainy path. I stood rooted to the spot, praying my last prayer for my friend.

And now I am the very last person in the yard. Whatching the rain continue to pour down on Liana made me want to burst into another round of tears.

I know today I already cry so much, I prepared to leave when my gaze land on the next coffin next to Liana's.

A soft gapse escape my lip when I read the name on the coffin.

LEONARD OKENWOOD

The name was proudly write in bold capital letters on the coffin. Another series of tears race down my cheeks again.

Damn, I missed my grandfather so much I just realized it's almost five years since he passed away.

I gave up on stopping the tears and allow it to flow freely. I take a deep, steadying breath as I get up all my things that's scattering on the grass floor.

I held a cap and go straight home. Just then that I realized my home is now a messed. I wonder if that detective I met last time before I go to see my family at the hospital is settled home yet, or he didn't do anything?

I pushed back the curious that how my house would look like now.

The cap pulled into a stop in front of my house. I instantly moved out of the cap, pay the driver and reach to the doorknob.

To my surprise, in was locked. I wonder how it was lock since I take the key with me, can that detective possibly have my house key? but how?

Sleepiness made my brain blur and my thought run wild with nonsense things. I grabbed for my key in my little bag and insert it to the keyhole. Then there was a soft click and I am allowed to open the door. I step inside my own house but my feelings made me think I walk into a wrong house.

I was surprised when I saw all the scattering things was gone. It was now replaced with the clean, well-cared furniture. That detective must be replacing it for me , I thought to myself as I explore new furniture in my house.

Finally I reached the staircase, I immediately climbed the stairs untill I reach the second floor of the house where my bedroom is located.

I put down my bag and lay down on my bed, lazy to take a bath. Now I'm so tired, my eyelid felt so heavy I tried to drag myself to the bathroom to at least wash my face.

But before I know it, my eyelid shut close and finally I drift into sweet slumber.

****

"get that girl in! that's the order!"

"but why?! she's innocent!"

"she's the one of that b*tch detective!"

"I thought we just get our hostage!"

Two armed men are arguing about what would they do to their hostage. This night the guys are coming to get their hostage, but here now, they caught a girl sleeping deeply inside her bed.

" maybe... get her naked?"

"no, she's not worth with our boss"

" agreed but we can't let her sleep peacefully, right?"

The only source of light in this room is dimly lit candle on the bedside table where a girl is slumbering her sweetdreams. Two men are hardly thinking what should Thay do to her while she peacefully sleep, not knowing her life is at stake by the guys.

And then there is a flicker of movement and she's wild awake facing her great upcoming unfortunate.