My 419 Nightmare

55: Question, To what End?

The Queen's POV

He hates me.

I've have known about it for a long time but facing his hate straight on is hard. But still...

"You called some reinforcement upon meeting me, Kittinan? I'm flattered."

"Enough. What do you want? Coming here unannounced. Does Dada even know you're back?"

A small smirk glaze across his face upon his last sentence. He sure know where to poke. But then, me too.

"Well, this mistress is just stopping by to congratulate you on your upcoming wedding. She looks like a nice girl."

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The pressing atmosphere turn worse as the pregnant angel releasing his murderous aura. All of them seem to be affected in one way or another, with the youngest of them all visibly shaking.

But the woman, the Queen, seems unaffected.

The devil squeeze his demonic angel's hand, trying to keep him calm while his friends, the doctors especially is keeping an eye on him, trying to catch him from erupt.

But then... The table turns.

"Then this young master should offer you a congratulation too. Your dead daughter have been brought back to life. She looks lovely, don't you think? She especially have your eyes."

The demonic angel smile without intention, seeing how the calm Queen finally stirred.

The temperature of the room seems to have drop a few degrees more. Silence ensued as the angel and the Queen are having an invisible match with one another. No one dare to interrupt as if any distractions will be fatal to them.

It wasn't until minutes have passed, the angel turns away, not giving up, but in fear towards his own condition. Standing up, he drags his devil to the toilet, closing the door before he begins to throw up again.

The Queen let out a glint of sadness, unnoticed by others, except for the youngest of them all. The latter blinks in confusion, pouting slightly, staring openly towards the supposedly evil Queen, before his gaze was block by his tall lover's body.

"Don't spoil your appetite looking at such woman."

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Phana's POV

"Such a bold statement, Mr. Kongthanin."

I turn around facing that woman. She is now standing up, taking a step forward, approaching the four of us.

"Isn't it the truth, Mistress Innochtare? See, our friend can barely keep himself from barfing upon seeing you. I don't want my boyfriend to suffer too."

I watch as her face turn red. From anger or embarrassment, that I don't know, nor do I care. I know my jest is a bit childish, but hell. That guy that was running away is her son, suffering in the toilet due to his special condition that would be make worse, by this woman particularly.

"Enough!"

I turn my attention toward the bathroom, where Kit is walking out steadily, head held high and eyes as emotionless as ever. The only thing that make him seem human is the intertwining fingers on his right hand, hold that man, Ming.

"What is your intention coming here today, mother? Congratulating me is surely not your main agenda. Let's put it all on the table, shall we? I have a life to get going to."

Kit walk back to the sofa, gesturing for us to relax. Without extra sitting inside his resting room, all of us have to settle by edging off his cabinets. I pull Wayo to my side, keeping him close while Beam is keeping a close distance towards Kit, stand just behind him. Out of the corner of my eyes, I watch as Forth leisurely lean on the wall, with arms folded on his front.

"We both know that girl is not my daughter," that woman started, "and we both know what happen to my real one."

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The atmosphere turn tense once more with the unplanned jest by the Queen. Silence ensues as she pause before continuing, "I'm not sure about that old man's intention on making up such thing. He might have gotten old with age if he thinks he can get away with this."

"He can." The angel interject, cutting short the Queen's ramblings.

"What do you mean?"

The angel let out a small smirk before nodding slightly towards one of his friends. The one standing near him, starts to explain about their finding, about how the Elder of Innochtare have somehow managed to succeed the DNA in-cloning that was deemed as impossible to the world.

"So yeah, we can test her blood samples or even her tissue samples later on, but that girl will have the same genetic make up as you and Kit." The doctor ends by leaning on the edge of the sofa.

"That's impossible! This is not some science fiction film. They clearly get her up on some cosmetic surgery."

"Science fiction? Of course not. This is the truth. I manage to get some information on this and I believe my father knows about it too." The angel's lover scoff before he continues, "he have proven that if I can get my hands on something, he can get it too."

"Never mind on that." The angel chimes in, "The main problem is, to what end is this game is going? Faking a fiancee to get me come home is fine. Faking up a granddaughter and get her to marry into one of the biggest conglomerate in Asian is dangerously brave. Especially when the head of that family seemingly knows about that fake granddaughter."

The angel brush a thumb across the back of the devil's hand that have never left his palm. Earlier that day, the angel have discussed certain matter with his lover, making the devil realized, his father may have hidden cards upon his sleeves.

The room goes silence again as the Queen is churning this new information while the pair of love birds on the sofa is having a time in their own bubble, comforting each other silently through subtle gestures and teases.

Before the pair get dangerously close to making out on the sofa, the youngest of them all chimes in, putting out his thought.

"Perhaps, we must trace back to the very beginning."

The whole room turn towards him, making him blush, embarrassed with the sudden attention, but he continues.

"P' Mingkwan said that they have succeed with the DNA in-cloning, and I also remember that P' Beam says that this procedure can be possibly done by having the DNA of both of the parents. It is probably easy to get the DNA of you, mam. But P' Kit said that his father is already dead, so..."

Silently, but surely, the Queen's features turn ugly, no horrendous. Her eyes sharpen, glaring at some unknown memories, screaming a bloody murder, making these boys in front of her wonder, what the hell have happen to her.

Not far from the room, across the city in a certain room, in the big, old mansion, a certain man is looking at the family portrait, muttering a small sorry. His eyes is full of regret, as he blame himself for everything, while staring at the picture of his family, that doesn't even have him on it.

"Why did I do those thing? Is it because of my love? Or my loyalty? They're suffering. How can I make things right again? How?"