The fire burning in the fireplace
made a smooth creaking sound.
Ivarr
Amundsen sat on a white sofa. He wore a mix of black and grey pinstripe long
sleeve t shirt. He sat there while reading ‘The Girl Who Played With Fire’.
That
house was huge and beautiful. The wooden walls are intentionally roughly
carved. There are a lot of smooth white-greyish furniture, carpets that
covering the whole floor tile, nordic curtains that left opened, allowing to
see at the snowy scenery outisde and a lamp’s that shine with a low yellow
light.
Ivarr
was alone.
Under
the low light, his silvery blode hair looked like grey colored. And his blue
deep eyes looked purple.
It’s
been a month after Nikolai’s death. And he didn’t rest in peace. His little
brother murdered in a brutal way. Cruel and inhuman.
His
liver was taken.
But
nevertheless, there are no tears dripped from Ivarr eyes.
He
closed the book and stared at the ceiling. For the thousand times, he asked
himself a same question.
Why?
Why
can’t he cry? Why he didn’t even feel sad when he heard the death of his little
brother, his only family? Is Ivarr really heartless, or is he as heartless as
the murder?
Ivarr
has tried everything. Remembering his little brother. He even watched Nikola’s
favourite movies such as Gries, Chicago and Peer Gynt just to feel the feeling
when they watched that movie together. He visited Nikolai’s favourite places
too such as Nasjonalmuseet. But he didn’t know why, all of those things he did
only made his heart more numb.
Ivarr
closed his eyes for a while then lowering his head to contnue reading. Suddenly
there are something dripped onto the book. It’s not a tear, It’s a blood.
Ivarr
rubbed his nose. Closed his book and doing a medical treatment on his nose. His
nose bleed a lot more than the usual.
Ivarr
didn’t care about it.
After
his nose stopped bleeding, he went to the restroom to wash his face, nose and
hands. He is still drying his hands when he heard someone knocked at the door.
He went with a face that void of any expression. If it’s not the police then
it’ll be a detective who’s coming.
Ivarr
slowly walk out of the restroom and went to open the front door.
The
guest was a young man and a girl who looked mismatched. It’s not based on the
appearance because the young man was very handsome with his long hair and has a
noble aura around him. On the other hand the girl was very beautiful with her
short brownish hair and her wide sparkling eyes. Their clothes are weird and
mismatched. If the young man wore a white tuxedo then the girl should be
wearing a wedding gown not a nordic sweater with a deer motif.
“Good
after noon,” the young man said while bowed slightly and putting his hat on his
chest. “ Are you the one named Ivarr Amundsen?”
Ivarr
slightly nodded. “Yes I am.”
“Greeting,
I’m Halstein,” the young man said while reached out his hand. “This is Solveig,
my assistant.”
Ivarr
shook their hands.
“We
came from England,” Halstein said. “We’ll be holding ‘A Doll’s House’ theater
performance written by Henrik Ibsen two months later in london, and we are in
need of a Norwegian’s souvenir to give to the audience. When we went in a cafe
in Bakkalandet district this troll doll are being made as a promo souvenir, and
we are very interested in this doll,” Halstein took out something out of his
pocket. It’s a small troll doll. It’s cute and looked like a gnome, but with a
wider grin. “That cafe owner said, the one that made this doll are Amundsen
Corp. Then we began to search for your address. We want to order a thousand
troll doll like this one.”
“You
went as far to Norway just to buy a souvenir?” Ivarr asked.
“Of
courae,” Halstein said while raising his brow. “I didn’t want to use a courier.
Who’s going to take the responsible if something happened with the dolls?”
After
looking at the two people Ivarr told them to come in. Halstein and his
assistant sat on the living room while Ivarr went to the kithcen to make a hot
chocolate for them to drink.
They’re
not a police or a detective. Thank God.
Ivarr
already tired of that kind of people.
***
Lyre or
more precisely Solveig, gazed around the living room. Her gaze stopped at a
photo displayed on the living room. It was a picture of Ivarr and a young man
with look similiar with him.
The young
that recently met Hades.
The face of
those two young man are pale white. Their hair are silvery blonde and their
eyes are blue deep colored almost purple. They stood next to each other, smiled
at the camera. Their smile, body language and calm expression didn’t gave off a
feeling of brotherhood that full of fun and jokes. Both of them looked like
they rarely talk but understand each other very well.
After a
while Ivarr came to the living room. He brought two cup of hot chocolate and a
few cookies that looked similiar to cupcake but larger and decorated with white
cream and colorful chocochip.
“This is a
grovkake[1],”
that young man said while putting the tray on the table. Solveig enjoyed Ivarr
voices. It’s low toned but smooth and beautiful to listen, just like a song.
“It’s only produced in Alesund. I bought several of it when I travelled there.”
Ivarr sat
next across of them. Even if that young man is elegant and looked a bit
beautifull. His gaze was hollow, devoid of any expression as if his soul wasn’t
there.
“Excuse
me,” Solveig said while pointing at the picture. “Do you have a twin brother?.”
Ivarr
looked at the picture for a while. “He isn’t my twin brother. He’s one year
younger than me.”
“Ah, from
the beginning I felt that your face was familiar,” Hades abruptly said. “You
looked alike a young man that murdered and his liver was taken a few weeks ago.
So that was your younger brother?”
“Yes. The
media are overpublishing it.”
Solveig
coughed, she felt bad for him. “My condolences.”
Ivar just
nodded slightly. “So, When you’ll need those troll dolls?” he asked.
Then they
discussed about the doll for an hour. Ivarr made a schedule that it will be
finished in the next two weeks. Halstein looked satisfied paid the doll in
advance. He also invited Ivarr to go at the show for free.
“Thank
you,” Ivarr said with a flat expression. “I’ll be coming if there is a chance
to london.”
Solveig and
Halstein bid a farewell after chit-chatting about the weather. Most of the time
only those two who talked and Ivarr only replied shortly.
“Can we
come again sometimes? Before the troll finished I mean. The Grovkake are
delicious,” Halstein said.
Ivarr
nodded. “Of course.”
Solveig and
Halstein left after bidding farewell once again.
***
“Nikolai Amundsen,” Hades mumbled in
a hotel suite with two rooms and a living room. The hotel was picked by Solveig
when she saw a hotel with classic england theme. The furniture in that room
looked old and elegant, unlike the furniture in other hotel that felt very
Scandinavian.
Halstein
sat on a blue light sofa, then read a parchment about Ivarr Amundsen’s younger
brother. “A good boy who rarely talk. Born 17 November 1993. Beside helping his
older brother’s souvenir business he also a choir member. His voice are
beautiful,” Hades raise his brow, he thought it was unnecessary information.
“He was murdered when he walking home from Balairung. He didn’t died on the
crime location. He was brought to a hospital and coma, and actually still can
be saved with a liver transplantation. But in the end he died, because he chose
it.”
“are his
brother visited him?” Solveig asked.
“No, at
that time Ivarr is out of town. When he came back to Trondheimeverything is
already over. His younger brother already died.”
“Master,
are you planning to visit every victim’s family?” Solveig nervously asked. It
was ineffective and a waste of time because the murderer still wandering in
this town.
“No,” Hades
said while putting the parchment back. “I only targetting Ivarr Amundsen.”
“Why him?
What is master planning to do?”
Halstein
smiled. Once again he only said, “You can just wait and see.”
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