The Professor's DEATH

CHAPTER 3:

"What the heck, Calderon! Are you now suspecting me just because of that FAFA thing?? C'mon that's bullshit!" I said

How the heck does it happen? Why did such evidence point me as a suspect? How did it leads to FAFA as the decoded message? My mind couldn't process this sudden turn of events.

"It was you. I almost forgot that one thing that you and the other suspects have in common. Ms. Kaorie Francheska Gavotte, you are now under arrest for murdering Mr. Froilan Arithmeticùs. Anything you say and do can and will be used against you in the court." He plainly stated while putting handcuffs on my hand.

"Swear! I have never done such thing. You can't do this to me!" I exclaimed

"Oh believe me, I can." He said while revealing his playful smirk. How could you do this to me Calderon? I just can't f*****g believe you.

"Just explain your side on the court, Miss." Said by the police

"No! Let go of me! Do you really think I can do that to him, Calderon?" I asked while tears began to fall from my eyes.

"Who knows. The evidence clearly tells us that it was you. All along, it was you. How could I even forgot that famous acronym that only the three of us know. I'm such a fool! You fooled me!" If only looks could kill, I'll surely be a cold corpse by now.

"I've helped you out in order to solve this case. Do you think I will still go here and help you solve it if I'm the one who murdered him? How could you accused me that easily, Calderon." I'm slowly giving up.

Why can't he let me explain my side first. He cannot just put this handcuffs on my hand without a legal warrant of arrest. He's now violating laws for arresting me.

"Stop the act now, Ms.-Detective." Mr. Gauss said

"Surrender yourself to the authority Ms. Gavotte." Mr. Gallòn added.

"No! Answer me, Calderon! Do you really think I could kill someone who knows nothing but to love and cherish me? Do you really think I could kill your best friend? Do you think I can stab my lover multiple times? I cannot do that. I am not a murderer!" I yelled at him while tears keep flowing down on my cheeks.

You heard it right, Froilan is my boyfriend. A secret boyfriend to be exact. We've been in a relationship for almost 7 years. He has been good and caring boyfriend. I love him so much.

But I know Dash, he's also in pain right now. Froilan was his childhood best friend. I've witnessed how much they cared for each other. They're like siblings.

"Yeah, whatever. Talk to my hand." I got annoyed to the point that I wanna slap him on his fuckin' face.

"The book, where is it now?" I asked him

"Ah! That FAFA thing? Ask your deceased lover instead." I suddenly have this urge to punch Calderon on his face. When I tried to struggle, the police only tightened their grip on my wrist. They can simply just let me go since they've already put my handcuffs but they didn't.

"Damn you! Are you kidding me, Calderon?" The way how he answers my question pisses me off, big time! How dare him!

"Fool Again written by Foolish_Angel. In short, FAFA. You both love that limited edition book of yours, right? You love it because it was your work. Your very first self-published book! And he was obsessed with it cause it was your work.!" He shouted. Just by looking at him, he's more angry than me. I just turned this playful man into a little monster I never thought I'd be able to see.

I'm a writer but only the three of us knows that. I write only for them. Their feedbacks is enough for me so I decided to publish my story and make that as a limited edition book entitled as Fool Again. No other people knows the existence of that book except the three of us.

But right now, I felt hopeless. I kept asking myself, 'where did I go wrong?' Everything is wrong in the first place.

I am now questioning my ability as a Detective. Really, Kaorie? Just because of a book , you will be labeled as murderer. Something's wrong, right? Did I make a wrong deductions on the small evidences left in this room? Maybe I did. And that mistake is the reason why I'm facing such kind of trouble. I accused them and now they're accusing me. I can't take this wrongful accusation. I just want to disappear. I am too disappointed.

But No, this can't be happening!

I immediately run to where Froilan's bag was located. I don't care if they will be able to trace my fingerprints on Froilan's things.

"He texted you to come at the Chemistry Lab at around 10:25 a.m. You came here for that famous book of yours, right?. You cannot lie to me. Here's your phone." My mouth gaped in awe.

"How did yo--"

"A simple tactic." He answered

"I came here earlier, yes. But it doesn't mean that I am the mastermind for this crime. I will prove my innocence to everyone." As soon as I free myself onto their tight grips, I rushed to where His bag was located. It was lock so I entered his password.

5050

Click!

I know he's so obsessed with arithmetic, that's why those are the numbers that first came to my mind.

I can clearly see my lovely book. I scanned every pages of it hoping that He may left a note for me. That's what he always do whenever he's borrowing my book.

Page 225

There's a paper containing his handsome penmanship.

The paper has a back-to-back notes. In the front, the note says:

I

Cannot lose,

You, my Orie,

Please be my Valentina,

Love me until life ends.

Froilan Arithmeticùs will forever be yours,

Not a simple promise, but an oath,

Please make me the happiest man in Universe.

And at the back, the note goes like this:

My,

Beloved angel,

Please do read,

This note in red,

It was dedicated to you.

I, Aritmeticùs, cannot ask for more,

Than be with you until the end.

I read and read it again for countless times. Until I suddenly murmured, "I- l-o-v-e y-o-u? M-a-r-r-y -m-e?"

A genuine smile plastered on my lips. "Yes!" I shouted not because I was able to decode its hidden message but because of the hidden message itself.

The poem follows an arithmetic sequence 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 and so on. I just get the first letters of the last words in each lines. I got too shocked to the point that I shouted 'Yes!'

As I turned around, I found the lifeless man got awakened by my simple "yes!" And in just a snap, I found him kneeling in front of me while I let him wear a ring on my ring finger.

His best friend, the police and Four Gentlemen says:

"CONGRATULATIONS!"

"He's now officially yours, Mr. Arithmeticùs." So, it was just all an act? All this time, they were just acting? What the heck!

He was about to kiss me when I suddenly punch him on his face.

"You deserve it, you moron!" I yelled at him

"What a very nice way of saying 'I love you too' from my future wife." He chuckled and we smiled at each other.

-THE END-