"Didi! The escort is here!" came my younger brother rushing into my room. There is quit a bustle outside which is rather not up to my liking, but I am in no place to be picky for the situation has involuntarily turned like this.
There were quit some bounties on me from political, government and private personates. Not that I am a criminal but I am no less than one either. But now the personalities from central governments themselves are personally seeking for my aid.
It all started by a call from an unknown number two days ago. The timing was seriously wrong as it had interrupted my blissful evening tea with the special pudding tarts glazed with brown sugar caramel and nutmeg specially made by the landlady's mother. Irritated by that call's abrupt timing I did not hesitate to take that unknown call and la! It was the Prime Minister! Not even his secretary but he himself.
He did not even cut any slack and went straight to the point that he is in dire position and need my help awfully. That was quite rude of him since he did not sound sincere enough let alone the fact that he did not even bothered to greet but what was even more rude was ordering me to participate in the new found International Council of Mutants and Bioengineered. He has the audacity to order me around when he actually needs my help! That's really very rude for someone who is supposed to be in a tight post, no?
Even though I declined his offer he still sent these escorts. Not one, not two, but 25 of them! On the top of that they are from Special Defence Forces! That old man really knows how to get on my nerves.
"Mam, please come with us." the 'might be' commander of that escort troop said. I replied with shaking my heads as a simple gesture showing my no willing for corporation. And guess what, I am sitting with them now in the chauffer. Rather than saying that I was kidnaped I shall say my bother kicked me out. I wonder who does that brat take after with that personality of. Such a mournful situation I am in right now in front of these complete strangers. They even did not wait for me to grab my cell phone or laptop.
After getting off from the chauffer I requested the commander a call to the PM after knowing that I will have to stay somewhere for a week before meeting the PM. On our way to the destined 'stay for someday' house I asked the PM humbly that I don't be ashamed to jump off from the window if he assigns to me live in any luxurious. He reassured me that he has taken care of that beforehand personally. And I am 500% sure he assured me that I will be living in a hut type of house but what is this?
This place is literally a luxurious hotel. And ironically the room I will be staying in has a beach hut prop beside the private pool for spa and massage with male professionals who are supposedly called hot. These arrangements are so likely to be done by that damn PM 'personally'!
A king-sized bed, private chefs in the kitchen, a bathtub big enough to fit five sumo wrestlers, foreign staffs, and a full view of the night city from the window. Oh! All these things are just to my taste so why bother to request for the opposite? Hmm…actually I am not trying to look humble and modest or anything…it's just that I am trying to refrain myself from any temptations of human world or I will not be able to work with my full potential. Like I have a lot of money, a lot of assets and all but I am still living in that apartment with lower middle-class status, its actually fun to live like that. That kind of lifestyle ties me to the ground.
So, I need to escape! My idea is to act as spoiled as possible so that the hotel management will be forced to kick me out. So, I ordered the hotel around on my whim but these people here seem to be used to these acts. I wonder what kind of customers they might have had in the past to make them so calm to me ordering them around that rudely? So, I decided to drop the plan and I sent all the servants away from my personal service.
After nearly three day just when I was thinking escaping from here through the window just as I have said to the PM, I got interrupted. There was loud banging at the door and its seriously four in the morning! I peeked through the peephole and the only thing I could see was darkness, pitch black colour. I tried opening the door with hesitation and found it difficult to do so and with application with a bit greater force I opened it and *Thud*! A man is lying in front of the entrance like a log.
Now shall I abandon him in the corridor with doodles made with permanent marker all over his face or should I just…
So, I dragged that slumber man and prepared a bath for him. I filled the smaller bathtub with water and mixed some five-jars and two jars worth of red and brown washable ink in it that I ordered for drawing purpose. No not really, I got them to help me pretend to lose blood and escape from here. I also got some chicken blood with me which I stealthily got from the kitchen last night for the same sake of acting of dying out of bleeding purpose. Then back to the man.
I made a mixture of blood and 3.8 percent trisodium citrate of the volume nearly one-tenth of the blood and poured it on the man's head in a way that it will look naturally bleeding from a deep gash in the head. The blood rolled down to his chest and elbow staining his shirt of ivory linen making it look even more realistic. Then I dragged him to the bathroom and managed to get him in the tub. That 6 feet long tub was a perfect fit for him. His last look? Oh! A handsome face of mix origin, with that ivory linen and black trouser pairs and polished shoes on that hunk of a body worth dying from a nosebleed for is sitting there in the tub all drenched in water mixed with blood. So ecstatic! I need to capture it in the camera!
Now where the heck is the camera? It took me quite a lot time to find it, now it's time for the photoshoot! The photos came out really splendid! Now the task is to load them on the laptop of mine. Taken back by my enthusiasm I did not notice the man waking up and I went to the kitchen to get me some warm milk with cinnamon to drink while I rejoice the photos. Just as I turned over after washing the blood of the knife so that I can cut the tetra pack of milk, I got a cute heart attack.
The slumber man is standing in front of the bathroom door staring at me intensely with eyes filled with horror. He might have seen me washing the blood of the knife! I need to clarify the misunderstandings I thought and tried to approach him for which he got startled and rammed out from the door.
Ah! At least close the door on your way-out man. Oh! Sh..! did he saw the pictures? The laptop screen was facing towards the bathroom now that I notice, with the splendid of shots of his that I took in full screen view. Wow! I might look like a pervert from that slumber man's point of view!
Now this experience spiced my day and now, I can think of staying here patiently until that appointment with PM now.