The Bodyguard's
The Clues

“What secret, Carlo?” The curiosity within Miabella grew larger. She immediately grabbed the book that her husband was holding. Miabella then saw the tombstone image that had been shown by Carlo. “How do I read this post?” asked the brown-haired young lady while frowning.

“Looks like my dad wrote it,” says Carlo. “This is a kind of outpouring of heart, when her best friend died to protect her," the man explained.

“Gosh.” Miabella covers her mouth with one hand. “What happened?” the young lady asked again, becoming more curious.

“Let me translate for you, Cara mia.” Charles took back the book that was in the hands of his wife. He took a slow breath, before starting to read the writing for Miabella. “Dark winter ...” Carlo began to read his father's diary. “He died protecting me. I feel useless as a human being. These two hands were unable to protect the friend I loved dearly. Piotr Rylov, his heart was hollowed out to withstand a bullet fired by Roderyk Lenkov. The bullet that was supposed to pierce my chest.” The handsome man glanced at the wife who listened carefully.

“Why stop? Let's continue,” urges Miabella.

However, Carlo only looked at the beautiful face of Miabella. Anxious, the man immediately melted his wife's lip before resuming his reading. “I have to face Roderyk, a friend who I also love very sincerely. However, he has broken my trust ...” Carlo stopped his words. He frowned while flipping the book.

“Why else?” miabella asked who was getting impatient.

“Note my father just stopped,” murmured Carlo with astonishment. He flipped one last leaf and found something there. “What figure do you think this is, honey?” tanyakanya.

Miabella, who was very curious, immediately brought her face closer to the book. "Six of the same number. What does that mean? Number one six times?” The daughter continued Adriano D’Angelo knitted her eyebrows.

“Hm.” Carlo rubbed his chin while circulating his gaze around. “Is the number listed on each shelf in the glass cabinet what my father meant?” thought doubtful.

“We just try.” Eagerly, Miabella ran towards the bookcase formed from glass boxes. They stacked and attached to the wall and became one with the big pillars. Each of those boxes has a code number consisting of two numbers and starts from zero one.

Miabella runut's index finger touched the glass boxes one by one. He did this to lead him to one-on-one numbers. “Look, only on this shelf that is not filled with books,” point it out while to Carlo. The young woman was confused while trying to open a box locked by a small padlock.

Carlo also wanted to help. “Any once, How to mia,” he said. “All cupboards and glass boxes are unlocked. However, why are only these one-to-one numbered boxes tightly padlocked?”

“How do I open it?” With all her might, Miabella pulled the padlock made of iron. Of course, his efforts were in vain.

“Let me try, Darling.” Carlo grabbed onto Miabella's slender waist gently, then shifted the wife's body to the side. His blue eyes were watching the padlock hole earlier. “It looks like I've seen this hole shape,” said Carlo seemed to think for a moment.

Carlo then reached into the heritage folding knife that was always hidden in his pants pocket. He looked at the tip of the knife, then compared it to the padlock hole earlier. Doubtful, he put the tip of the knife into the padlock. The handsome man smiled widely as the tip of his knife managed to unlock.

Miabella also cheered like a child. Immediately, he opened the glass box wide and took out something inside, which was an object wrapped in a dull white cloth. Carefully, Miabella opened the cloth, and took what was inside.

“A key?” hiss the couple simultaneously.

“What is this key?” Miabella aligned the antique and carved manual key until it was aligned with her gray eyes.

“This key is exactly the same as the old wall clock in my room,” said Carlo while looking at his wife. So did Miabella who also looked. The two lovebirds looked at each other for a while, until Carlo finally decided to lead Miabella back to the small hallway that leads straight to the hearth.

“Don't underestimate me, Carlo! I don't like it!” miabella replied in a slightly taut tone. Eagerly, she showed Carlo her agility to have her husband believe.

Shortly thereafter, Miabella arrived first in the furnace. He then, helped Carlo to get out of the tight spot. “Yeah, your face is full of ashes and dust,” the young woman's face while looking at her dirty husband's face.

“Ah look. You also. You're even worse.” This time, Carlo instead laughs at Miabella while rubbing her face, then rubs it on his wife.

“Hei!” miabella Protest. He was about to avenge Carlo's actions, but the man first prevented him.

“Let's continue, Cara mia. Now we find out first about the secret of this key,” said Carlo. “Ayo.” His burly hand led Miabella straight into the room.

There, Carlo immediately lowered the antique wall clock, then placed it on his lap. While Miabella tried to insert an ancient key full of carved tadu on the clock window located under the circle of the clock.

“It turns out to be a match, Carlo!” he was excited as he opened the small clock window, the size of his fist.

“Try to see what's in there, Bella,” tell Carlo. Not wanting to waste any time, Miabella immediately put her hand in there.

“Gosh. Another sheet of paper,” complained the gray-eyed young lady. “Russia's writing again, Carlo.” Miabella clucked in annoyance. She handed the paper to her husband.

“I will teach you Russian language and writing slowly, How to mia.” Carlo smiled knots while opening the paper carefully so as not to tear. He had time to spell the writing that had been blurry before reading it aloud.

“You will only be able to see it through the glass sky when the sun is just above its nest. The golden sparkle that can reveal everything, buried deep in the ground,” said Carlo slowly.

“Yes, geez. My head's dizzy. I have absolutely no idea what that writing means even if you have translated it, Carlo,” snorted Miabella.

“Only can be seen through the glass sky?” Carlo muttered softly without caring for the beautiful parachute beside him who was frowning.

“You will only be able to see it through the glass sky at noon. I don't know if it means the glass sky,” Miabella grumbled.

“Perhaps the ceiling is made of glass?” teraka Carlo's. However, I do know that there is no ceiling made of glass in the main building of Red Wolf Palace. Except ...”

“That means we have to wait until tomorrow to find the answer,” cut Miabella, “the best and we can do now is ...”

The young woman deliberately did not continue her sentence. He suddenly ran, then jumped on the bed and lay there in a bent position. “It's been too late. Have a good night, Carlo,” he said as he closed his eyes.

“In the back garden, there is a glass cottage. Made entirely of glass, as well as the dome,” Carlo muttered as he crawled onto the bed and lay on Miabella's side in a recumbent position, with both hands folded behind his head.

“Maybe that's what is meant by glass ceiling, How mia.” Carlo turned to Miabella who had fallen asleep. The sound of smooth snoring was like melodious music in the ears of the clan leader. Carlo chuckled softly as he approached and wrapped his hands around the wife's slender waist. “Buona notte, My Love. Let's continue this adventure tomorrow morning,” he said before the blue eyes were closed perfectly.