"No! Alfi will come with me!" He was pulled hard on his Mother's wrist. His Father did the same, so he felt a little pain in both of his hands.
"Mom, D-Dad, it hurts."
"Shut up there first, Alfi. I'm just having a little argument with your Dad."
"But Mom—" Alfeo didn't finish what he wanted to say when suddenly his Father led him.
"My son will come with me. Do you want to have another men right? Then let's do it. Just don't include my Son in your misery, Rica. He is also my son. You are the one who betrayed the two of us, so you have no right to our Son." Alfeo Father turned his back on his Mother while Alfeo could no longer paint his face in tears.
"Mom, please!" Alfeo wept his own tears as he struggled to get out from his Father's arms.
"No, Alfi—" Alfeo's mother was about to run to their destination when the cruise ship they were on suddenly tilted at the same time as the time stopped for the young man.
It was as if the whole area around on him it was in slow-motion while the cruise ship is already sinking. Slowly sinking.
"No …!" That was all the young man heard before he fainted.]
"Oh? The I'm right. He's 12 years old, isn't he? I'm sure if he disappears at that age, he'll remember where your house is." I raised my eyebrows at Christopher.
I saw a glimpse of sadness from Mr. Christopher face.
"It's not that easy, Dem." My forehead furrowed.
"What do you mean?"
***
"There's a condominium ready that you can live in in Milan, remember, Miss Galvez. You only have two months to find him." We are at the airport now and I almost gasped because of the lined up airport staffs who were waiting for us outside.
It's actually a private airplane. Seriously, is he a trillionaire or what? Full of sarcasm I whisper to my brain.
"What if I don't see him in two months?"
The old man just laughed out loud because of my question.
"No, what you should ask me now, is how can you bring my Grandson back in that little time." My forehead furrowed again a second time.
"I haven't even seen him yet, we'll be talking back soon?" He just shook his head at my response.
"In-case you can't get him back to the Philippines," Christopher stopped speaking before turning his direct gaze to me, "Your Mom, Miss Galvez. You know what I'm referring to, don't you?" I gasp right away in no time at the same time I messed up my own hair.
"Sh*t! It's your wealth, but you can't even find someone! There are so many detectives that can be paid, instead me!" my strong complaint to him.
"Do I already have everything I need in my bag?" I asked him again as I turned to put on my black jogger.
"You're in a condominium in Milan, everything is already there, Miss Galvez. You also have a cellphone there, you need it so my staff can contact you. And also me." Not on my own I once round my eyes in the air again. Seriously, I think he can do everything in the blink of an eye.
I did not say goodbye and immediately turned in his direction.
"Wait." I stopped immediately and angrily looked behind me.
"What now?"
He just smiled at me as if to indicate something.
"Do you remember the last rule under the contract? That's just one, isn't it?" That I immediately gaso to my stand once again as I remembered that. And when I just think of that thing, my body hair is standing on end.
I think the hair on my armpit also stood up.
I just gave him an emotionless look.
"Don't worry, I don't give a damn to guys." That was the last thing I said before I finally left there. I even heard the loud laugh of Mr. Christopher.
'So, where do I start looking in Milan now?'
I put my hand on my own neck and boarded the plane. I was like Dora but the version who is without a map, shocks.
***
"Ma'am, excuseme," I immediately regained consciousness and looked at my side.
"Naka rating na ba tayo?" I asked the flight attendant next to me. Is there a flight attendant inside? Gosh, I really thought there's no one. Just only me.
She smiled at me.
"I'm sorry, but I only know English Miss," I seemed to understand right away what she wanted to say to me. Right, I forgot.
"My bad, as I said earlier, have we arrived yet?" I got up from my seat.
"Yes, just earlier. The crue is just waiting for you to wake up so you can get off the plane." I felt annoyed in her voice but the opposite was the big smile posted on her lips.
Alas she is, still beautiful, blonde hair and have a blue eyes. I immediately felt ashamed because of what she said earlier.
"Okay, I will just get my belongings—"
"No need to do it Miss, it's already in the car right in front of the airplane." After she said that she motioned me to follow her so I immediately followed. Seriously, my headache. I think I ran out of a bottle of wine before I waited for the plane to land.
"This way Miss,"
"Okay," I went down to her first. I immediately frowned and rolled my eyes across the airport.
"What time is it?" astonished I ask her. The flight attendant smiled immediately before answering me. Is it already afternoon? Why is the weather so cold?
"It's already 5am in the morning, Miss." My eyes widened immediately because I thought it was still afternoon.
"Really!?" I can't believe my question. She just nodded and motioned for me to follow her again. I did nothing but look around the whole airport.
Am I really in Milan? Seriously, is it their airport? I can see the floor I'm stepping on made of very shiny tiles. I think I can even lool myself from their floor because of it's shiny tiles that they used.
"Excuseme," I called to the flight attendant. For a moment, she stopped walking and in surprise turned to me.
"Yes, Miss? Did you forget something?" I'm secretly disgusted with her calling me Miss, I hate it.