Time Ghost

Chapter 41

Out of many options in the wardrobe, the man in glasses selected white button-shirt adorned by small logo of cursive-written ‘GD’ across the left chest. Chic design from its red-colored curves and lines motifs throughout the middle dominate its casual look. Presentable, fiery, but also modest and calm due to breezing contour of the red disc at the center.

Then, James Watson took a brown jean for covering the rear,” Yeah, I think it’s fitting me well.” He commented as the man in glasses examined them all before the mirror. Combinations of white and brown is recommended for less-glossy appearance in the party. People will regard a man in this outfit to be less dominant, yet amicable to be approached from every direction.

Ariza Jansen. I must remember that name. She is the only person to be missing in James Watson’s reminiscences of the past. Let’s discover her desire and compose my objective based on that findings.

“I’m never lucky with girls. Hope I’ll cope up with the flow.”

After dressing up for about five minutes, James Watson feels geared up. He flexes a knuckle around the side for self-encouragement against his own nerves. The hourglass was pouring down to its last drip of diamonds to have another cycle in subsequent manner,” I’m ready.” He assumed another word to his own clench of fist.

`~kriek~

Ariza Jansen was nestling on the couch upon the living room. The brunette-haired woman fixated a ruby red sweatshirt for informal expression of her taste. Black jeans coated the bottom as it casts dramatic atmosphere towards their surroundings. Afternoon headlines packed the forty-three inches LED television as the woman binges into it for the time being.

Until the man in glasses enters the room, then her attention loomed towards him at the most.

“Hey… Looking good, sweetie.”

Her brown eyes go wide towards him. Sensual blooming lips under the nose, she draws near and putting herself to embrace,” I missed you so much, my dear brother.” She whispered.

Mission aborted. It’s nowhere close of a spouse. She’s his little or an elder one, maybe.

At first, the man in glasses feels reluctant to give his warmth. He even thinks of blatant refusal a moment ago. Ariza Jansen has a glimpse of charismatic dominance that shudders him of the worst. Back then, commitment for the future makes him goes slightly disgruntled.

Her immediate reveal primarily becomes the cue that makes himself feel comfortable to embrace afterwards.

“Look, your face is in the news again, baby boy.”

Within his clutch, Ariza then pointed across the picture on the background side of the news,” You’re too rich it captures the attention all the time.” She commented. Against her compliment, the man in glasses could only shreds his hair to respond.

“I guess so. Would you mind carry some of those weight for me, sis?”

Ariza shook her head in mild fashion,” Nah, too much responsibility and exposure it’ll dry my skin. I just relished your love, bunny-bo.”

‘Based on forbes’ richest person in the world, James Watson Punemere occupied the first place for the second time in a row. No one could reach five billion dollars without technology nowadays, as the runner up and the third possess their fortune from social media business…’

Yeah, globalization has everyone on the tip of their success lately. To be the wealthiest personality, one should conquer world’s supply chain, and seasonal pride is one of them to cultivate. In two years from now, James Watson’s supremacy would be surpassed by conglomerate in this particular sector.

And I must ulitise his resources to the fullest. Could I send a helping hand to the little me in France? Nah, it’s too crafty. My objection here is to return for the real universe I was living in. I’ve need versions of me to be solid and hardworker as I was in some time ago.

As the reports about him echoes, the brunette woman was seemingly unpleasant. She releases herself out from the hug for a second visit towards the softness of mulberry couch on their side. Her eyes wander off the grid to roam in circle. Astounded, both of them sparkles against his mansion’s gargantuan size.

“You really live alone in this castle? I’m amazed.” She remarked,” Your house can fill two or three chicks and they could have three kids each.”

James Watson placing a deep frown in his face,” Don’t put it that way, sis. Most will listen to it weird.”

“Ha-ha-ha, just kidding.” She chuckled.

Ariza continues her observation by putting her attention towards the bucket of flowers hanging at the front porch,” Who’s tending them for you? Gardeners?” She questioned.

“Sort of. What’s your point on asking that, sis?”

She’s talking pointless matters. Too much that I failed to understand her intentions. Could it be about my asset?

Let’s hope it’s not about James Watson being single. Of all things, it’s the problem that I avoided the most.

Hearing on the blatant retort from her little brother, Ariza draws a sign in thin air. Two curves across the top sides and concluded at the bottom that intersects in overlapped position on top of each other. Symbol of love, no doubt, for the brunette woman giggle afterwards,” You’re pretty much an oldie, now. Thirty-four? I’ve had a friend that was on vacation with four kids around your age.”

“How’s about him?”

The woman curls her lip,” He’s dead by cancer.”

It’s not my point but still fine. A dark humor to fill up an odd interaction upon us.

Back again, the brunette woman bounces to stand up. Ariza fits both palms of the man in glasses and close it down to pressing them together under her clasp,” Our mother is sick. She wants you to have a wife soon.”

Voila! Seems like I will venture for much longer than I hoped for.