"Why are you so murky today ?" Andy rebukes me.
"Am not," I deny him without moving my focus from the road.
"You don't have to drive me to the airport if you don't want it to," Andy says again. He maybe thought that I am reluctant to drive him to the airport at 8 in the morning.
"Hey, I said it already. It's not murky. I'm just sleepy," I deny him again then yawning just to convince him my words. Andy then doesn't rebuke me anymore.
I sigh inwardly. Actually Andy's accusation wasn't wrong. I can not say my mood is at the highest right now, but it is definitely has nothing to do with Andy. It's just..
I read an article on online news this morning about engagement party of a millionaire named Ivan Radwansky. His fiancee's name is not revealed, but the face is definitely familiar to me. It's Jennifer. Somehow I got irritated to know it.
It is said on the news that Radwansky is a womanizer. Now, having a womanizer as her fiance and she claimed her self to be a virgin ? Virgin my ass ! No wonder she can afford to live in that elite apartment building. Her fiance must has spoiled her. Huh.. everything about that girl is a lie, I scoff inwardly.
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"The security is tighter than usual," Andy mumbles with a little irritation.
"Maybe they know you're going to sneak up on the Paris Fashion Week and now they're looking for you," I tease him.
"Hey, I got the invitation !!" he defends himself. I laugh. This year, Andy got lucky. He somehow has the invitation's design information. So, obviously, he made one invitation for himself. That kind of event never list their guests tightly. So, as long as people has their invitations, they can get in.
"But it really is tighter," I eventually agree with him, watching how the security checks every vehicle that is about to enter the airport. Usually they don't check that intense.
"Maybe someone important is taking a flight,"Andy guesses. I click my tongue.
"If they are as important as they are supposed to, they should have their private jets and their private airports," I grumble.
"Murky.. Murky..," Andy mumbles again to quip me.
Fifteen minutes later, we finally get through the car checking. I stop on the lobby of the airport to drop Andy down.
"Thanks, man," Andy says, patting my back.
"Have fun there," I respond to him while cleaning my hands by rubbing them on my jeans. I watch Andy walks until the front gate before I close the car's baggage door.
"Quint !" someone shouts at someone. It is so loud that attracts all people at the airport lobby. A middle age woman walking fast approaches me. "Quint!! Quinny !!" Apparently she was the one who shouted, and to..
"Me ??" I ask in confused while pointing my index finger to my nose. A group of military men walking fast behind that lady.
"Quint ! You are alive ! I know it !" The lady says, touching my cheek with trembling hand while her eyes are all teary. I catch her hand.
"No, Ma'am. You're mistaken me with someone else," I say to her, "I'm not Quint."
"No. You are.. you must be my Quinny," she insists, "A mother won't mistaken her own son."
I smile softly to her, as the military men are already behind her. "My name is Bennet, Ma'am. Scott Bennet," I confirm to her.
"Mrs. Rauss, we have to leave now," one of the military man tells her with a low respectful tone.
"But, he is Quint. Can't you all identify him ?" She still stubbornly insists.
"Come on, Ma'am. General is waiting for you," the military guy takes her hand off of me. "I'm sorry for the inconvenient, Sir," he says to me.
"It's okay," I say to him. He embraces her shoulder then gently leads her to walk along. The group of military men immediately surround her.
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Ting!
A chat notification popped up on my smartphone's screen.
[I just emailed you an information about Rauss]
[Thanks. You're the best, Thief]
I turn on my laptop to read Thief's email. Although my phone can be used to read email, I prefer to use laptop. Just a matter of convenient, I suppose. It takes me ten minutes to read the whole information she gave.
So, the middle-age woman I met on the airport is General Rauss' wife, Joanna Rauss. This Rauss guy was recently promoted to be General. They have two daughters and one adoptive son, Quint Rauss.
Quint Rauss was also a soldier, died on conflict in country I in 2014. Beside we both has Eastern blood, this Quint guy was nothing like me. As example, he had wavy hair while mine is straight, he was few inches taller than me, and most importantly had totally different face features.
Other information is about the general experiences and career and their daughters. Except for the fact that their eldest daughter has passed away, other information is not tickling my interest. I shake my head. This lady Rauss must be depressed and hallucinated to identify me as her late son.
[Have you finished reading it ?] Thief message me again.
[Yep]
[Do you know that their son died 5 year ago ?]
[Yep. He went to country I]
[Don't you think it's rather a coincident ?]
[You mean, because I start my new life at the same time as his death ?]
[Yes]
[No. Do you know that there were more than 20 thousands victims of that conflict ? He was assigned there]
[You have a point.]
[I think she was just hallucinating]
[You want me to put it as the algorithm's parameter ?]
[Just do what you think is the best, Girl. You know it better than me.]
[Okay]
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QUIC QUIZ:
Who is actually the General's Wife ? Can you guess ? Leave your answer in a comment below ^_~