The wheels of the car sped over the gray terrain, carrying the crew steadily and quietly. The driver's window was half opened. Beckey, with shoulder-length straight black and brown hair, was waving merrily as her head looked up slightly at the slit of the sedan's black crew.
“How many times have I told you, don't put your head down, blimey! Grrrr! Don't you think in your little brain you're carrying two passengers?" the woman with the head like a candy wrapper looked up in the opposite direction in fury.
"Oh come on, Gwen! This is called enjoying life! New car, sunny weather, light breeze. What's the weird part about that? Isn't that right, Cake?" he replied nonchalantly and casually.
Meanwhile, the passengers in the back were silent. He sat leaning back, his hands resting on his thighs, his eyes closed as if he was thinking about the most serious things. Little drops of sweat fell from his forehead even though the car was air conditioned. He looked like the only one who was the most intellectual of the three people in the crew of the sedan.
“You're such a psychopath, Beckey! At least your victim is in the back,” he looked back, handing him a plastic bag. "Have you started?"
The woman called Gwen stretched out her hand to pity Cake. But Cake wiped it quickly and roughly, as if to break the calmness of the man who was concentrating.
“D-don't joke! I'm not like a child-" he forced to stop and cover his mouth. His cheeks puffed up, while his face was paler leaving the man with no other choice but to take it.
“Oh, oh, mama didn't know the little guy was struggling, fufufu,” Beckey sneered.
"But, I didn't expect Cake to get landsick," Gwen said, slightly disappointed, sighing a little. Gwen said, pinching her nose to make it sound like a clown, “Well, well, ex-Scotland Yard you know! Kekekeke!”
The two women sitting at the front laughed quite loudly, while the man was busy catching his breath. When her cheeks puffed up again, she gripped the plastic bag again. Fortunately, after Beckey gave him an aromatherapy liquid in the form of a small bottle which he inhaled deeply, his condition improved.
“I will never forget this,” the man called Cake snorted, then immediately pressed his nose against the small bottle.
Beckey immediately put her head back in the car and closed the window. That relieved Gwendoline a little.
“When I thought I allowed Feline to go on vacation where she agreed that you guys would take care of me, but instead took me on vacation, I started to regret it,” he added, pointing at his own face. "You see? This is the face of a sick person and needs treatment, not a vacation!”
The expressions on the faces of the two women who had been slightly giggling became somewhat guilty.
“Sorry, Cake, we really didn't mean anything. The problem is…” Beckey sighed and turned to her left. "Gwen forgot that she had an appointment with her friend."
"Huh? Friend?"
Gwendoline was silent and stared at the window. His face was slightly sullen.
“Well, someone who knows me introduces someone whose friend asked me to help. In the end, Miss Elton ordered her to come to Patterdale." He said reluctantly.
“Then since it's in a villa, then I thought it was a vacation!” Beckey's tone was excited.
"Ah, yes whatever."
In the end Cake took control of all the back seats. He reached for a teddy bear-shaped pillow to rest his head on, his legs positioned as comfortably as possible to fit the place. Cake didn't really care, his eyes started to close again, and took the opportunity to fully recover his condition.
The atmosphere was calm and quiet as if no one dared to raise their mouth. Until the car stopped with smooth brakes. Cake also realized something even though the atmosphere was peaceful.
“Wait a minute, a client?!”
The two women were silent for a thousand reasons that seemed reluctant to say. But the man immediately got up from his comfortable position.
"Why are you so quiet, Gwen?"
When the woman called Beckey represented her explanation, Cake's ring finger technique covered her mouth and told her to focus on driving.
“Well, Cake, did I say a client? Even though my partner said it was a vacation?”
He shook his head, "At least not verbally and Beckey is just telling the truth what she thinks." His Sounds like someone collecting debt.
“This is coercion in the guise of vacation!”
After all that, the car was full of bickering that made Beckey uncomfortable. While between the two fires that were burning each other, Gwen and Cake were just arguing with each other.
Not long after, the sedan climbed the semi-highland terrain. The window panes show sweeping green meadows, trees that are lush but not clustered so they don't look dark, and a two-story white building. The sedan turned and approached the building. Follow a detour so that all sides of the place are visible. As we got closer, we saw several people waiting at the door.
The car enters the garage which from the outside looks connected to the villa. Then they came down from there. The garage was quite dark, with several cars lined up. Quite spacious and box-shaped from the outside. But Cake is a little curious, because inside only leaves a rectangular shaped place. Approximately - about a quarter of the area of the box from the outside earlier.
The door opened, and they got out of the car. Fortunately, the flames of anger between the two humans were contained, because Beckey reminded Gwen to be professional.
Someone came to them.
Miss Pusscat! Miss Pussett! I'm glad you're finally here!” she added while shaking hands. "Yourself?"
Cake slightly gawked at the woman with dark glasses, slight lips, and a red rose dress with a similar scent in front of her. The two men's hands shook immediately.
“Enchanté, mademoiselle. Carmel Keymark. Call me, Cake."
She smiled sweetly, “Ah, Esme Elton. Nice to meet you too.”
The woman was silent for a moment, but Cake's hand still hadn't let go of her hand.
"You didn't say you had French acquaintances, Miss Pusscat?"
Beckey explained that something was unexpected. She adds that Cake is Pusscat's equally intelligent cousin.
“This guy is just an extra,” Gwen forcibly removed Cake's hand. "For the record, Cake can play tricks on you any time, Mrs. Elton."
The woman called Elton replied that the man she brought was unique and quite fun. It's like an extra gift. Meanwhile Beckey noticed Cake's face mocking Gwen from behind.
Walking out of the garage, they headed for the villa door which was still locked. A villa that has a minimalist and simple impression. Rather than modern, futuristic and majestic characters, it sells more of a classic, comfortable and refreshing value. The woman who was called Elton explained that the outer foundation of the villa was mostly made of durable teak wood. That's the reason why the villa has been around for a very long time and only went through minor renovations like painting. A sign that says Zippouch Obsolete Houses.
Miss Elton, introduced them to some of the people who had gathered and sat waiting for the owner to hand over the keys.“Headband, beard, and clothes that look like thugs, are Deacon.”
"Hey Elton, that doesn't help," he said. His eyes winked at Beckey. "Deacon St. Eadberd, mechanic and metal musician."
Beckey just smiled kindly.
“Stop it Deek! you can scare her! I mean." The man with the neat haircut in the white coat asked for a handshake. “Raymond Quill, a pharmacist. Just call me Quill."
The bearded man pushed his friend lightly. "Hey, you ahead of me buddy?"
Miss Elton broke the ridiculous and humiliating behavior.
Two other women were attracted to the rather short and childlike Gwen, while the other was more interested in chatting with Cake. The woman with glasses and her appearance looks a bit stifling.
"Pippa Zouch." She asked for a handshake
“Mademoiselle Zouch, your friends are very kind and friendly. I'm glad you're back together again." Cake extended his handshake humbly, as was his smile.
“Can you guess? Well, yeah after 15 years of not getting together? The photography club is one of the phenomenal ones of our era,” Said the woman wearing a white sweeter with a pink scarf and glasses.
Cake chuckled slightly seeing Gwen who was still being bullied by two women.
"Ah, I'm sorry my friend is like that. Iona Fernsby, red hair, works in kindergarten. Meanwhile, Honora Corbyn, who has short hair, is a nurse at a mother and child hospital. So just understand their behavior."
“No, that's only natural. Just consider yourself a friend.”
Some people started to snort, because they had been waiting for about thirty minutes. While the time was approaching sunset. Suddenly, an old black Porsche 356a, stopped in front of them. A person in a Victorian dress complete with a hat that slightly covers her face got out of the car. Her skin was pale white, her body slender, she walked up to them carrying the slightly wide and exaggerated crinoline. Gives off a slightly strange aura. It seemed natural since the two men who were trying to get close to Beckey didn't dare to approach her.
“Who is in charge of all of you?” Her tone is soft, slightly shrill which makes the atmosphere goosebumps.
Cake in his heart whispered that he did not expect to be met with a horror scene.
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