I met my little wife in another world

41. woke up

"You are not going sir?" a young officer asked politely.

Subham looked at the huge space shuttle leaving the earth's surface and replied, "No, that's not my destination."

A young man walked up to Subham indicating that the visiting time was over.

The young officer knew, he got up, saluted Subham, and left.

The young man beside him asked, "Sir, what are your plans next?"

Subham thought for a while and said, "Let's go to the gallery for a while."

Subham's hair has turned white, and his body is much skinnier than before but he can still walk normally thanks to the genetic enhancer, not much different from others who are over 90 years old.

Subham stood in front of a huge painting and asked the young man beside him, "Do you think he will be waiting for me?"

Subham wasn't expecting much from this young man, however, to his surprise, the young man replied, "Definitely."

"Why are you so sure?" Subham asked back.

The young man looked at the painting, "If I can see your love for him then he can feel it too."

Subham smiled, "Well I know" After a pause he asked again, "Why do you believe in my story, I'm sure your mother doesn't nor your grandmother."

The young man looked into Subham's eyes for a long time and replied, "Grandpa, I have learned from you how to distinguish between truth and false." the young man's eyes were complicated for a while, "A man wouldn't act his entire life to avoid marriage." he didn't say directly that he had never even encountered someone so fanatical even in the religious field let alone one who's missing his lover.

"If my sister was here, she would roll her eyes at you, for having such a grandson." Subham laughed a little.

The young man looked at the huge painting of a young boy and asked, "You were not eyeing such a young boy, right?"

Subham felt baffled, "He is already over 20, he has a babyface and looks younger."

"And you are over 90." the young man said calmly.

Subham felt his mouth bitter, he wanted to beat this kid, "Tsk, you would be a nephew of my son right now, what age are you talking about."

Subham didn't even know what he was talking about.

"What's his name?" the young man asked again, still looking at the painting.

"Mrinal." Subham smiled again; his name alone was enough to make him smile again.

At night Subham went to his bed before he could fall asleep, he heard the sound outside and went to check it.

The base station was launching another artificial weather stimulator, the hazy blue flame was extremely dazzling. Subham looked at the flames for a long time feeling hollowed out, dazed, and before he could grasp the familiar feeling he fell on the ground with a 'Thud'.

Subham could hear the noises of people arguing, he tried to open his eyes, which felt heavy as if boulders were pressing on him.

Subham opened his eyes and was stunned by the familiar yet unfamiliar ceiling. 

The sound of arguing was clear, Subham heard Mrinal shouting.

"You can't go in!"

"We will have to, and you cannot stop us from doing so."

This sentence was being repeated over and over, and Subham tried to sit up. It was extremely difficult to even exert any force he felt as if his body was empty but had a tremendous burden.