Time Ghost

Chapter 30

~brr~

Cheerful tone of the automated milking machine soars up and goes around in circle. Lone farmer inspected each instrument in careful manner. Its suction cup should be maintained regularly to prevent distress, especially during operational session of the device. Sometimes simplicity could garner unintended malfunctions that is difficult to solve without learning of its real-time problems. Clogging device often occurs at some point in their busy hours, so the old man goes standby for quick repair whenever it happens.

At least, Damien has them all stored within the mind.

Real Chuck is fluent against this kind of situation and brings the young scientist to quickly become competent in just a tick of his finger. When bottleneck circumstance does actually take place, the old man could fix them up with both eyes closed in the process. He will turn off the machine, massage clogged areas to relax its tense muscles for five to ten minutes or until the respective udder is released, then switch them back on afterwards.

Usually, the old man will release the cow-in-problem out for recreation subsequently. Animals have emotion, too, and milk business tends to promote affection for their economic model onwards. There is fixated brush in a certain area of the open field which would become primary enjoyment of the beast after traumatic event that occurred.

“Okay, last breast to rub and I’ll finish.” Chuck muttered, then giggled to his own jokes as the left-hand massage one of the udders,” Okay, I’m just makin’ you laugh, Amanda.”

~mooo~

As Chuck called her names, the cow responds with a loud sigh.

“Yeah, you love that, too.” The old man ensued.

Tired. I am really exhausted with all these workloads, but a duty is but a required note to take heed. The real Chuck should anticipate my presence. Or not, it depends on his attention towards Lilia at the most.

All in all, am I pulled back here because of an incomplete matter? Sounds like it. Needed some foundation to ensure them as true, for some reason.

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The old man completed his shift at ten. Brunch period for some, but never to the hectic ones on the road. Chuck drives along the lines of the parking lot near the local hospital to find a spot within walking distance. Ten minutes after, the old man found it under the acacia tree in just seven meters close to the entrance passageway.

” Hot days, today.”

Chuck cracks open a cold beer in the cooler. Instead of going out and having a quick search for the woman, Chuck panned his vision towards the near-empty parking lot of the local hospital. The old man was searching for something along the way. Several automobiles were idle in their parking zone, awaiting orders to come around. Ambulance car was stationed in its own lane for ease of dispatch. Motorbikes have their own territory instead of being unified with four-legged steel creature at the larger area of the parking lot.

” I should… Ah, that’s the car!” He yelled slightly before muffled himself after.

A red-tinted SUV was stationed there, alone, and neatly align on top of its free space beneath. She has arranged a silver shade on the front window to bounce away hotness from the car. Steering lock is hard to c***k down and will displease most theft attempt, so the woman has them installed straight away. Freshly made tires footprint could be seen engraved across the left-side, whilst a box truck occupied the right area of the car.

She’s been here for quite some time. Nobody will have time to spend on placing traps and sun visor if there’s no reason to do it. I’ll better make headway to Dr.Stone, the person she mentioned earlier in the past.

~bam~

As usual, feverish agenda was running on the clock. White-robed nurses were venturing across corridors to take notes and updates of their patient. Doctors were putting their utmost concern to console relatives, whilst office clerks and pharmacist goes in frenzy to read prescriptions into medicine.

And behind the front desk, a woman under small hat welcomes everyone that enters.

“I’m looking for my wife, Lilia. Is there any schedule with her on the table?”

A young-looking receptionist smiles towards the old man in return,” May I ask for your name, sir?”

“Chuck Carlsen. Is my wife meeting Dr. Stone today, Diana?”

The old man peeks around the nametag. On the other hand, the woman in charge scratches her head repeatedly against the query,” I’ve only been here for about an hour, Mr. Chuck. She could be in here before my shift.” She answered,” I’ll try to ask Dr. Stone on the matter. Please wait a moment, Mr. chuck.”

The old man could only muster a smile towards the receptionist, who was departing in a hurry moments after.

Diana, huh. I notice her disgruntle from kilometers away.

Lilia might have been away already. It has been hours since eight in the morning. Indeed, the woman was left early, but how could a person maintain lengthy appointment for more than necessary?

Or….

In fact, that woman was out there days before my appearance. Too tidy for a woman to go outside without putting a makeup. No smell of perfume, either, back in the bedroom as I wake up. I haven’t check on the wardrobe. Yet, it should be certain that Lilia has them packed up to run away.

If my presumption is correct, I must resolve this to get out for another run. First trial for my deduction should be done with the first office on my issue.