Different One
Eps. 14 Now You're a Stranger to Me

Jorell was still helplessly staring at Detective Carl who was a 100% copy of himself%.

“Why is there someone else out there who looks so much like me? Is she ... she is ..” Jorell did not dare to mention and continue.

He looked back at the man who looked so much like himself that he was fixed and deep, until the man left him.

“Oh, jeez! It's very thrilling. Really, my heart seemed to stop for a while.” Even Jorell forgot to breathe, until his chest cavity felt tight.

Jorell took a deep breath, before no air could enter his chest cavity.

“I need to calm down. I must not carelessly move here or will invite suspicion.” For a moment, after he was able to calm his heart that was pounding incoherently, Jorell stood up after previously sitting down for a while to calm down.

Among the curiosity and unrelenting palpitations, Jorell then walked into the room where Detective Carl was. The room is open at the moment.

“I have to go in there.” With quick footsteps, Jorell walked into the room.

Luckily, by the time he got inside, Detective Carl closed the door. Jorell got stuck in there and couldn't get out if the door wasn't opened.

Jorell stands next to Detective Carl. His intention of getting in there was indeed seeking information about the man. But there's no way he'll get any information back when Mr. Carl is still in the room.

Jorell stared intensely at the man beside him. For some reason without being able to hold it, his eyes dewy and suddenly a clear liquid just flowed from his wet eyelids.

***

“I will come out myself to make sure if so.” Detective Carl, stand up from his seat. He came out of the room leaving the laptop monitor still on.

Now there was only Jorell in the room itself, and of course he had to be able to take the time to find the information he needed.

Jorell turned to stare at the monitor that was still on. At first glance he read it, the contents of the murder victim case data.

“No, this is not what I'm looking for.” Jorell, who was reading the monitor, turned to look at the nightstand in the room.

Slowly he opened every nightstand to look for something that could be used as a clue. Until he found an ID card there, then took it.

“Carl Watson.” Jorell read the name on the ID Card in a trembling voice. Even his body bristled along after reading that name.

That man was really the one he was looking for. For a moment Jorell felt relieved and again felt squeezed by his chest, even more tight.

Suddenly he saw his body fade.

“What is this?” Jorell looked at his own hand which was now fading like a shadow.

He had no idea what was going to happen to him even when he heard the clockwork sound that had stopped and was now starting to beat again, spinning forward.

Not yet had he returned the ID Card he held, he disappeared from there. To make the card in his hand was dropped.

***

Jorell took a look around. His eyeballs turned around looking around which had now changed. The background in the detective office was gone and changed with the room he knew.

“Did I go back to my room?” He looked at the table in the corner where a monitor was still on. There was a bag nearby.

“I've found Mr. Carl Watson. I'll look for the next clue.”

Among the excitement and excitement after meeting the man he was looking for, his mind now returned to wandering.

“Why are we both so similar? Mr. Carl looks more like me as the adult version. Is there really a blood relationship between us?” That thought just flashed through Jorell's mind.

Is it wrong to think of the man he is looking for as his biological father, seeing their very similar physique and face. Maybe their way of thinking is the same even though it is not predictable.

“I hope, this problem will find its bright spot.”

***

“Jorell, wake up!” From outside the bedroom door, Darcy woke up with a loud shout.

Before, Aroon came and tried to wake Jorell up, but there was no response at all and the door remained locked.

“Jorell!” This time Darcy screamed even more. He almost kicked the door if Jorell hadn't opened the door.

“Daddy ..” Jorell gasped in shock as soon as opening his eyes was greeted by the familiar humming sound of his father.

He immediately went to the door and opened it before it was kicked out by Darcy.

“Sweetly you just woke up. Quick breakfast there. Your mother has been waiting!” Darcy stared intently with a pair of furrowed eyebrows.

“Ya, Father.” This time Jorell dared to look at Darcy's eyes, after previously he had often avoided those eyes.

Avoiding those eyes because of hate, avoiding because they don't want the man to know what's on his mind. But this time he even commented on the thin smile on the tip of his lips, just left his father.

“Any once that kid. Why is he throwing a smile at me like this? Usually she gets scared when she looks at me?” Darcy tries to guess what happened, but unfortunately he can't guess.

Darcy just stared at the back of Jorell who passed away leaving her.

***

Jorell has joined the family for breakfast. As usual, he sat down while the others had already eaten half the breakfast.

“Jorell, why are you up late this morning?” ask Betsy. He was really worried about Jorell's mental state after meeting with BP's teachers at the Florimont Institute.

“Nothing, Mom. I stayed up late doing chores and just slept almost morning,” timpal Jorell.

“Learn what? All your grades are below grade. At most you play games until morning.” Darcy suddenly hooked up.

Jorell just kept quiet and did not respond to his father's words. For some reason, at this time he no longer considers the man as his father, as well as the man he fears, but as a foreign man, a man who has absolutely no blood relation with him. So the fear that usually nests when facing Darcy, this time is gone.

I will prove it later if I can even rank number one in school, Inner Jorell.

“Honey, today I came home a little late. There's a problem at the office. My client who hired me to be his lawyer gets a backlash from his opponent in court. You take care of the children yes,” said Betsy explained.