Chapter 5 I know him!

I was laughing when he, too, looks like an agent. This man, I don't know what he wants to achieve in life, but he looks so darn into this.

I didn't know that he, too, would dress up the way I was dressed. We look like agents, more like a bodyguard of an important person. We were wearing matching black aviators, and I was still laughing inside. I couldn't help it anymore that I ended up laughing. The sound I made was like a goat trying to poop. I was holding my laugh in until he nudged me, and I slapped his elbows until I realized it was him that made me stop and said, "Sorry."

When he whispered to me, "Everyone was looking at us," he snickered.

I looked at him to see if this was real if he really did snicker at us right now. A genuine smile crept on my face. It feels like we were just two nut jobs finding the comedy in this world. I felt his breath on my neck as he leaned again to say something, "Ask for the flight attendant if he saw a man with a tattoo on, act as suspiciously as you could to alarm the passengers."

I want to laugh at how nervous I was when he said that. The way he said that makes it all clear to me that even alarming people are just a game for him. He wanted to live to the fullest, doing everything to his amusement.

"So what kind of tattoo? Is that a real person or just an imagination of yours?"

"I don't even know if they have a passenger that has tattoos on. Just tell her that you are from the IBA searching for the right hand of some syndicate boss."

"What if this instills fear from the passengers? I might go to jail!"

"You'll never go to jail when you're with me."

"Right, my mama said to find a man who would never put you in jail. That's genuis!" He almost laughed when he looked at me funnily.

"Whatever, just go on, make a story. Make me laugh. You're good at that."

"Do I get paid for this?" I asked myself. He couldn't help but laugh, and he just fixed his aviators on and looked straight ahead. A group of men wearing the same suit as us went to me. I almost panicked, but I saw that they were his men.

So I mustered my courage and had my chin up to make me look confident. But inside, I want to laugh from anxiety.

I acted like a professional and as I approach the beautiful crew. I looked at him to ask how I am supposed to do this bullshit? He just laughed at me, that fucking bastard.

The fucked up part was that I choked on my words. I was tongue-tied! "Do, do you know, know if you have seen ah, you know. Ah, a man with, with. You know. Tattoos? I'm from the IBA. Oh yeah... Could you?" I turned to look his way, and he was so red from keeping his laugh from bursting out. He looks like he was dying from laughter. I hope he dies already. I didn't know what I even said! I was so nervous.

I want to cry from embarrassment because the crew gave me a look as if I was suspicious. Even the passengers are getting alarmed.

"Wait for a second, ma'am," as if she's calling someone from the phone. Whatever you call that. She was giving me an eye as if I was a joke.

All I want to do was run!

Three of the crew members suddenly went to the other flight attendant to look at the problem here. My hands are sweaty, and my eyes are getting blurry from restlessness.

"Miss, is this a prank? If this is a prank, we might call security so we can verify this. Can I please have your ID? And can you please remove your aviators, ma'am?"

My face has been on every news; they would know that I was that criminal on the loose who suspected of murdering that unknown man! I was lucky enough not to go through facial verification, and we entered through a backdoor. They would all freak out and might call the ambassador or whoever is in charge of this because I don't know them. They would be hysterical! And I might go to jail!

Do you know what I did next? I ran as fast as I could. I don't care if the airplane is moving and there is no way out. I just need to run! My heart was beating rapidly as I catch my breath; my lungs are on fire because I don't really exercise! I was lucky that the doors to the next cabin are open, but I was just worried that this might stir a commotion and make the passengers feel unsafe.

I reached the VIP seats. I think. It was opened, and there was no crew here since I think they all went to our cabin to check on what's going on there. I looked at the few silent watchful VIP passengers, and I bowed to them, and I went directly to the sleeping man as if I was his secretary or something, and they just let me be. After whispering nothing, I bowed to the sleeping man, and then I went to the comfort room.

I was lucky when it was unoccupied.

Until I sat down on the bowl, and then a memory flashed in my mind. I remembered something like this before. I closed my eyes. I know I was forgetful I couldn't have this checked with a neurologist or a psychologist because obviously, I am poor. Still, as I have researched this, the possible reason for being so forgetful is that I have been so sad throughout my life that I damaged a part of my brain that made me so forgetful.

It's not amnesia. I just don't remember irrelevant things anymore. Some memories are suppressed and just sitting in the unconscious part of my brain.

Until I remembered a face of a man that suffered from embarrassment because of what I asked him to do before, it was the same scene that happened to me. But what was different is that I was in his position, and he was in mine. We were teens. I shake my head to remember more of that memory I have forgotten. I was laughing because of how embarrassed he was in that memory. And now he was laughing because of how embarrassed I was.

And then I stopped all thinking and stared at myself in the mirror. I remember a face and a name. But it is not impossible that they could have been different people.

Until the door was opened, and his face appeared.

He had eyes as if he won, "So do you understand now what I felt before?"

I look at him in realization, and I grabbed his face to look at it intently. "You were him. That's why you couldn't tell me your name because I know it too well." My voice was steady and calloused.

Before I could pronounce his name, a sudden voice interrupted.