DEVANYE. STILL LOVING YOU
part 82's
The plane had just landed at the airport, I was relieved because I was finally able to get down from a height, during the flight I had time to think how if this plane crashed, surely I would die!
"Let's get off!" Get Sam to take my hand and get me out of the plane. I slowly put my feet up one by one on the stairs. Outside were already lined up eight people, four on the right and four on the left. It was like welcoming a royal. Bend with respect as we pass.
Sam took me walking to a helicopter, in front were two people, in addition to four people and in the back were also two people following us. Oh my, fly again?
"Sam. Can we just get in the car? I'm air drunk now!" my door. I got tired of flying from last night! A little dizzy, actually, my ears are a little sore like there's a bee buzzing there.
"Why?" Sam asked when he saw me rubbing my ear.
"My ears hurt a little!" mylm. Sam was silent, he covered my ears with both hands and he took me to the helicopter. Flying again? 😩😩... Yes it is!
Some minutes we flew, we went down on top of a building, what building. Sam was talking to someone on the phone, the language I don't understand at all. Are we abroad?
A man dressed in white with a doctor's suit, and two nurse-looking women behind him welcomed us. They were calm like they were unaffected by the wind from the helicopter propeller that hit their bodies. Their faces, bule faces. Fix seems like this is indeed overseas!
We came down from Heli, and so did the eight men, and I saw each man wearing an instrument in their ears, a black suit wrapped in their big bodies, shiny shoes, and a black suit, just like Sam's previous appearance. Neat hair is too stiff even in the comb to the back, some hair fat.
The female doctor approached her with a wheelchair, she and Sam chatted for a while, Sam and the doctor both laughed, what the hell are they talking about? Cheating, I don't understand!
Then he spoke to me with his language. I looked at Samuel, asking for meaning.
"He said get on a wheelchair" she explained. Ohhh...
"But what's it for?" my many.
"Just make sure your content is okay."
I doubt. Fearful. What if it's time for my son to be released early?
"You're not gonna inject me to death, are you and take my son now?" Samuel suddenly laughed.
"You're too dramatic! Hurry up just check it out for a second. I still have another job after this!"
We got into an elevator, the nurse pushed my wheelchair, while Sam and the doctor talked, occasionally laughing. If I could understand their language! It doesn't rule out the possibility that they're talking about me! I. I. Hehe.
Finished the examination, Sam said everything's fine. The doctor gave Samuel a prescription which he then gave to someone, he immediately left after receiving the prescription.
"You're doing fine. Just exhausted. Didn't you get enough sleep last night?" Ask Sam. Indeed, I thought too much about my sin of running away from my husband.
"Just a few hours. I can't sleep while the view of the moon is so beautiful!" I'm not lying, it's true that I thought about everything while looking at the moon. Sam just laughed.
Finished from the hospital we're back to the heli, too long if I call a helicopter! Fly again for the umpteenth time.
"Where are we going this time?" I asked while resting my head on his shoulder. I don't know why I'm scared, but if I lean in like this the fear disappears a little.
"Go home." replied Sam briefly.
Where are we going home? Why do I feel like a prisoner in the custody of eight people at once? I was confused, I was dizzy, there was no definitive answer from Sam, he just said he wanted my son, and I had to take care of him and educate him. Why do they want my son? They don't know us, I don't know them either.
"Wake up, we're here!" her word. I rubbed my eyes, it felt quite fresh now, not too sore in the eyes like before.
I'm coming downstairs. Sam held me so I wouldn't fall. Spreading my eyes around. Helipad on the roof of a building.
"Come on!" I haven't looked in all directions, Sam's already pulling my hand to a door. Eight more people followed. Yes it is. Ignore. I am a prisoner like him!
There's an elevator in there, Sam takes me down. Elevator door opens. I'm gawking, is this a hotel? Looks luxurious, classy, with a lot of beautiful things there. Painting, urn, big chandelier.
Sam took me through several doors, and I constantly admired everything I saw.
"Where is this sam? Hotel or palace?" my lips just sound like that.
"It's at home. The great lord wants to meet you now. He's in his study. Remember to be nice in front of him."
Deg.
I'm afraid!
"Don't be afraid, as long as you're being nice. The great lord won't hurt you." I stopped, pulled my hand from him.
"Sam, who exactly is the great master? Why does he want my son?" I don't want him to take my son. I need to think of a way to get out of here!
"You will know if you meet him." said Samuel then brought me back to a place, a large wooden door carved beautifully.
My chest is beating fast, Who is this great master? if he has bad intentions, I'll think of a way to escape. Being a vagabond doesn't matter!
The door is open, the room is quite spacious, just like a library, a lot of books on every shelf there is. Near the window was a table, and a chair facing the window, turned our backs. The chair swayed to the right and to the left, it seemed like there was someone there.
Sam spoke politely to someone in the chair. The so-called great master simply raised his hand and moved his one finger.
Sam spoke again. Then next talk to me.
"I'll stay first. The big master wants to talk to both of you." Said Sam.
I panicked, didn't understand the language and I was scared.
"Sam, I'm afraid, don't go!" I held Samuel's hand. He could have left me.
"Just calm down, Great sir don't bite!" whispered Sam. Then he took my hand off and backed out of there.
The door closed, only me and the big master in the spacious room. I stood sculpting, my hair bristling.
The chair moved, the great master got up from his seat. I can see from his posture he is a man who is also tall. He turned his body. I was surprised to see his face, he was handsome. But not surprised by his good looks, but I remembered something about him.
He smiled to see me. The same smile I had a few years ago. Why would I say that? Because we've met before.
"Welcome to the Carnation house!" said welcome me!