Anything For You

Chapter 23

Boboiboy POV

"Ugh..." I groaned, I was sleeping on my bed with Ochobot beside me.

He was charging on his charger pad.

I didn't want to disturb the robot since he hardly had any sleep last night because of me.

I slowly pushed my blanket off as I slowly wobbled outside my bedroom.

It was dead silent.

I walked over to my grandfather's room and I leaned in to listen.

Nope, no sound at all.

I went downstairs, slowly and quietly.

It was there I saw my grandfather's phone.

It had a solid brown color and a small crack on the right side of the screen.

"Woah, did he really take care of this properly?" I thought.

I shook my head and sat beside the phone.

I rested the back of my head on the couch, still hurts a bit from the fall.

That part of my head was stitched all together.

Suddenly, Tok Aba's phone started ringing.

I picked the phone up and stared onto the screen, "Yanni", it said.

I pressed the green call button and situated the phone on my right ear.

"Hello?" The voice started, "I'm sorry I had to call really early. I just had to check on my son."

"Son?" I said.

"Wait a second, son, is that you?" The voice asked, it was a lady.

"Who are you?" I asked back.

"I'm Yanni. Boboiboy's mother." She introduced, "Is this Tok Aba or who is this?"

"Mom?" I say, "I'm Boboiboy. Sorry, I don't have my memories as of the moment.",

"Boboiboy! I missed you!" She exclasai., "I heard you're suffering from short term memory loss. I hope you're okay."

"Yeah, I'm fine..." I replied.

"You know me and your dad miss you a lot." She said sadly, "Any chance you'd like to come back?"

I paused and thought about it.

I was curious and I wanted to go back. I don't remember my parents but I want to remember them.

Maybe I'll know more about myself, my friends and my family if I go back.

I contemplated before I finally said "Yes" to the call.

She squealed in joy saying, "Okay, we're sending a limousine to pick you up, sweetie. It'll be there in less than 15 minutes so you must pack up."

The call was ended and I placed the phone on the couch before I exhaled all the air that I breathed in the entire call.

I stood up as I carefully walked upstairs, turning the knob of my door.

Ochobot was still sound asleep so I tip-toed towards my study table.

I took a sticky note and a pen as I wrote,

I'm at Mom and Dad's,

I know I haven't really recovered my physical and mental health but I think I can heal faster there.

You can call me if you want, mom and dad are waiting for me.

I'll be back in a couple of months and I hope you'd be okay.

I finished the note and stuck it on the door.

I pulled out a suitcase which was under my bed and dusted it.

I opened my closet, grabbed a few clothes and other accessories and stuffed it in my suitcase.

I walked outside, the sun started to rise up.

A few minutes later, a limousine parked in front of me.

The window of the car opened and a man in a tuxedo asked, "Are you Boboiboy?"

I nodded as he invited me to come in.

I sat on the seat nearest to driver.

It was warm and comfortable, really.

We were driving through a thick jungle, memories hitting me hard.

I feel like I know this place but I just can't ring a bell.

"So, sir, are you the actual son of Miss and Mr. Wainwright?"

I raised my eyebrow, "Wainwright?"

"Mhm." He nodded as he watched me from the mirror.

"Yeah I guess so." I responded.

He nodded, seems like he understood me.

I looked to the side, it was a green jungle and soon we reached a huge concrete gate.

"We are here, sir." The driver announced as he exited the car and opened my door.

I felt embarrassed, I was wearing an orange hoodie and some brown pants while even the driver wore a fabulous tuxedo.

My cheeks went red and I walked over to the humongous house.