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Bro, what! He has a Quintillion? The ALUWA
"Boss where did you go? Where have you been? Are you alright? I found your car in the middle of the road. I had sent words out to men, to make a search for you. I told you not to go on your own. Did anything bad happen to you?"Villian met him with so many questions. Alves had just arrived at the front of the large gate of the MANGRID tower. There were numerous henchmen positioned at the front of the gate. They had all bowed as soon as they saw Alves return. Alves remained standing there for a while as he looked from Villian to the men. His eyes were ambiguous. They couldn't quite reflect what was going on in his mind. But from the look of things, it was obvious that his mind was busy. As soon as he plucked his eyes from Villian, he approached the gate, leaving Villian standing there. Villian knew too well to carry on the argument. Instead he hurried to get the gate for Alves. Alves walked through the gate into the super large compound of the tower. He kept on walking in the direct
Bro, what! He has a Quintillion? "His Eminence is Wise."
Alves couldn't choose what to do. All he could do wa stare at the old man who had bowed and was still in that humble position before him. He knew he should do something. Anything, at least to ease the old man of the uncomfortable position. Yet he couldn't help himself.From his facial expression, it was evident that he had so many questions which had been inspired by the shock. He would never had expected something like. He had come here for something entirely different. The fact that he had to go from one phase of confusion to another was a little too much for him to process. Suddenly, he got a grip on himself and hurried to the man to help him up. "What are you doing? Are you trying to lay a curse on me? How would you bow before me? What would people think if they catch a sight of this?"He scolded as he helped the man return to his seat, but the man was reluctant to go back to his seat. "Allow me to remain kneeling before you, His Eminence. I have wronged you, and can't look y
Bro, what! He has a Quintillion? Her dream.
Driving for a while, he came to a stop at a silent garden and pulled over. He stepped out of the car and walked a length into the garden. Lucky enough for him, there was no one in sight. "Should I keep taking this as a lie?"He muttered the question, staring into the space. "Why does everything keeps pointing in the same direction?"He took a deep breath. "First, it was those weird unclear dreams I used to have when I was young.""A decade later, then I was double crossed by some weird men in black robes who claimed that I am their king.""Then I was warned to be careful of Villian... that he isn't who he seems to be.""Then I found a possible link to the men in robes.""Out of curiosity, and in search of the truth, I hurried to go meet Grandpa's only friend. To ask him if he did the highlights or was told any strange story by grandpa. Only to find out that even the man was part of the story all along."He threw his face towards the sky, letting the fresh air hit on and tickle the
Bro, what! He has a Quintillion? "Portal"
To Alves, it was as though fate had just caught up with him. If you ask him what fate particularly, he had no slightest idea. But he did realise that things weren't what they used to be. Things didn't appear to be what he used to know them to be. And the sudden changes which came in successive file gave him no chance to ponder over the latest discovery. While he was trying to espouse one of the sudden changes, he found himself snatched away by something stranger and threatening. But one thing which he knew for sure was to get to the root of all this. That was the only way to get answers to the mysteries. "Why did she suddenly have a dream about the me? Who is she? How is she connected to all of this?"His left hand which was on the wheel twirled, taking a turn into a long and empty tarred road. The area was unusually quiet, and there was hardly any car in sight. It was just his car and the thoughts stalking him. "Why does everything has to lead to the same direction? Things that s
Bro, what! He has a Quintillion? "That lady is your Queen!"
Alves couldn't break his eyes off his palm. He kept staring at the bird which was seated in his palm. He could swear that he heard the voice from his palm... which could only mean one thing. Since his palm could not speak, only the bird could?"Did you just say something?"He asked, staring keenly at the beaks of the bird as though his eyes could pluck answers out of them. No other world came from the bird anymore. It was dead silence. Alves looked away from the bird towards the direction of the two bamboo stalks which the bird must have referred to. "Can a bird talk?"He found himself trying to review that topic again. It was strange and random. No matter how tall he was, or the height he might climb, he could never had seen that mystery coming. Like he couldn't see the rest too. "Did you just talk? Did you say those two bamboo stalks... I mean, do you mean the space between the two bamboo stalks, that throws me away, is a portal?"He had so many questions, and it was rather funny
Bro, what! He has a Quintillion? "Take me to Mia's apartment."
From the manner at which Alves stared at the old man who was approaching, there was no doubt that he was crushed under the weight of confusion. And he couldn't get himself the answer that he needed. He would have to wait it out, for either of the two to tell him what the hell had just happened. "Crawl your way down to his Eminence!"The old man yelled at the youth, and the latter started to do as instructed. He kept crawling until he got to where Alves was standing, with the bird in his palm. As soon as the both of them got to Alves, the old man went down on his knees too. And both the old and young man were kneeling before Alves, in heartfelt bows. Before Alves could even think of words to speak, the old man had beat him to it,"His Eminence, please forgive my insolent son for his thoughtless behaviour towards you. I will take the punishment for this abominable act which he had just exhibited."Alves' eyes were on the old man. He couldn't take his eyes off. It was obvious that the
Bro, what! He has a Quintillion? The Festive
Alves drove towards the big apartment of Mia. There was no life in sight. It was unusually quiet. He could take that as a sign, but instead, he stepped out of the car. There was nothing to be worried about in sight. The fact was that, he knew that the last thing he should do was visit Mia. Not necessarily because of how they departed the last time. But because of the possible threats the media posed at any meeting that brings the both of them together. The large gate holding the fences together couldn't open before him, because his car was not registered to the building. He walked closer to the gate and pushed the alarm bell. He waited for a while and the small gate for legs was pushed open. "Who is that?"He heard a voice as soon as the door was pushed opened. Following the voice, was a head pushed past the barrier of the door. "I want to meet Mia."He said to the man. It would be reasonable if the man choose to be rude to him. Mia might had fed her workers with venom, following
Bro, what! He has a Quintillion? "I'll give my life to have this, sir"
Alves kept walking. As he walked on, he took a glance at Mia. He expected her to look away at once, or perhaps roll her eyes at him, but she didn't. Instead, she had concern crawling up her face, or perhaps curiosity. Alves was approaching the young man standing by the hanging fancy basket. Even if he wanted to, he couldn't allow himself to be distracted anymore. He got to the man, wearing no precise reaction. He threw his searching gaze at the old man, the celebrant. The founder of the VIAL SHOWER. That would be his first time seeing the man. "So, Mr Alves, can we please get to the good part? There are a lot of attendants who would love to present their gifts."The young man announced. When the fellow had referred to the rest of people in the hall as attendants, there had been a wave of chatter inspired by disagreement. But neither Alves nor the Young man was willing to say anything to that. Soon enough, all attention was back to Alves. Alves turned to the crowd, looking from on
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