Enigma Of The Killer Lecturer

Mistake

Soraya opened her eyes, what could be seen was the unfamiliar ceiling of the room. Sunlight enters through the windows. The air is getting colder towards the end of the year.

Soraya inhaled the slightly warm air. She knew it must have come from the heater in this room. Soraya lifted her head slowly, she realized this was not her room. She should have immediately remembered that she was sleeping in her professor's room.

Soraya peeked at her body which was covered by a thick blanket. She was completely naked and stayed like this all night. The thought of what they had done last night made her flutter. Maybe it will be an experience and a memory that she will never forget in her life.

"But, where is he?" Soraya did not see the man in this room. Her eyes glanced at the clock on the table which was already 8:40 in the morning. Soraya was not surprised because it was a Sunday. But what made her a little disbelieving because she had spent on someone she never expected before. Someone who just looked at his face made her guts shrink.

Soraya saw her clothes neatly folded on the bed along with a white towel. She smiled, feeling very happy that Robert Stanley was such a caring man and always paid attention to the little details.

It reminded her of the assignment Robert had given her on her first day in painting class. At that time Robert asked her to come to the front of the class and draw complicated line in no time. Just like what happened last night, what happened then she would never be able to forget.

Soraya got out of bed, grabbed the white towel and walked towards the bathroom. She let the warm water wet her body, she couldn't stop smiling.

After taking a shower and putting on her clothes again, Soraya stepped out of the room and went down to the first floor. She smelled a delicious aroma from the kitchen and it made her feel called out.

She was stunned to see how clean and tidy this kitchen was. Even the food served on the table also looks very neat. Robert who originally had his back to Soraya, turned to her when she saw that Soraya was awake.

"G-good morning?" Soraya greeted him warmly and smiled cheerfully. But Robert actually responded coldly as usual. It was as if nothing had happened between them.

"Eat!" He said curtly as he pulled up a chair and sat quietly like a noble.

Soraya was stunned, she didn't know why Robert reacted like this. Cold and stiff as if nothing was different. Soraya was confused, she did not know what had happened and what mistakes she had made.

Soraya took her place on Robert's seat, sitting as nervously as before. It was as if there had never been any madness and extraordinary things that they had done.

Robert enjoyed his meal quietly and didn't say a word. That made Soraya disappointed, she thought maybe their relationship would change if they stopped making love and thought that they belonged to each other. But in reality, what is happening now is no different from what happened before. Robert looks cold and doesn't talk much, as if it's an absolute character that comes to be changed.

"No, I can't give up! I have to keep going and make him acknowledge my existence!" She thought. Her spirit returned.

"May I ask you something?"

"What do you want to ask?" He asked coldly.

"What's your birthday, Sir?" Soraya asked. With this, she can know when her idol's birthday is.

"November 15." The answer is while sipping a cup of black coffee.

"November 15? That means he's a Scorpio. They say Scorpio is the jealous type, loyal and possessive. I'm Cancer, doesn't that mean we're very compatible according to the horoscope?" She thought. A smile began to form on her lips. It made her face look weird.

"Well... then, your birthday is over, huh? Too bad!" Soraya tried to get him to joke. But the reaction that Robert gave really made her despair.

Robert stared at her for a moment, then picked up the new folded newspaper in the corner of the table. When the newspaper was opened, Soraya could read the news on the back page.

'The body of the woman in the lake has been identified as that of Diana Brown'

A sentence that made her eyes widen. Soraya's hands suddenly trembled, her chest began to feel tight and this was very bad for her. She still could not digest the sentence written in the newspaper. She didn't want to believe it.

Dringgg...dringgg...

Her phone rang, Soraya was shocked and almost dropped it on the table.

"David?" Her heart skipped a beat, she knew David would definitely break the news to her.

Soraya got up and walked into the living room, so she could have a chat with David. Even though she was sure that she wouldn't able to hear what David had to say.

"He-hello David? What the-"

"Sora, have you seen the news in the paper this morning? The body of the woman in the lake is Diana's!" David's voice was low and weak. Soraya could feel the sadness that David felt because he felt the same way.

Soraya was speechless, but tears kept flowing from her eyes. David realized that Soraya was crying because she wasn't trying to say anything.

"David, is this a dream? Are we dreaming?" She said while sobbing. Her heart ached so much.

"I also hope this is just a dream. But I realize, like it or not we have to accept reality and it feels very painful."

Hearing David's words made Soraya cry even louder. She ended the call and burst into tears in a voice she was trying to hold back.

Soraya sat on the floor, covering her wet face with her knees and arms. She didn't know what to do now. The only thing she remembers is Diana's painting.

"That painting? Is that possible?" Soraya remembered the painting covered in brown cloth in the private painting gallery in this house.

Soraya thought about going into the gallery to find out what painting was hidden behind the cloth. Soraya tried to observe Robert who was still washing the dishes in the kitchen. She hoped it would help to buy time until she could actually see the painting.

Cautiously, Soraya entered the unlocked gallery room and pressed the light switch. The painting she saw last night was still lying in the corner of the room complete with a brown cloth covering it.

Her hands were shaking, trying to grab the cloth and pull it away. Her head started to spin, she started not sure if she really had to see and confirm.

Several questions popped up in her head, should she know what painting was behind this cloth? If it really is a painting of Diana as in her dream, what should she do? Was this time, she really could trust Robert like before.

"No, I can't doubt it. This painting is proof if it's true he was the culprit, if it's true that he was the one who killed Diana. But, what if-"

"What are you doing?"

Soraya gasped in surprise, hearing Robert's voice in the doorway. Terrified, Soraya turned her body and looked at Robert who was already standing a few steps behind her. Staring at her with very cold and scary eyes.

Soraya was getting scared, she could feel the anger in her eyes and it made her realize that she had made a mistake, a very big mistake.

"I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean-"

"What are you doing here?"

"I-it's me-I just want-"

"You know what? I really hate it when someone goes too far into my life and I feel like you're starting to get really annoying." He said. Very cold and sounds painful.

Soraya froze, crying silently. She heard that this man said that she was a bully and she hated it so much. Soraya lowered her head, she was speechless.

"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry-" She knew apologizing was pointless. She had made a mistake, despite her personal desire to make sure the painting she thought was the same painting as in her dream.

Soraya begins to realize that she is too obsessed with her dreams and that it has made her lose the sympathy of the man she loves.

Robert stepped closer to the painting Soraya really wanted to see. Calmly, he pulled up the cover so Soraya could see what painting was on the canvas.

Soraya's eyes opened wide when she saw the blank canvas which was still white without a drop of paint. It was just a blank canvas, nothing terrible that Soraya wanted to see. Robert sighed heavily, he looked disappointed.

"I think that you are different from other girls when we have the same passion. Porcelain dolls, forest, lake, tea, song, food and painting. I feel you fit me so well and make me think that you are something of me that I was missing and I've found it. But I was wrong, I was very wrong. But it's not your fault. It's just that I have misunderstood you. It was my fault for letting you go too far into my life."

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