Chapter 1 HE IS COMING BACK HOME.

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"Sara, it's almost time to leave. Don't you think you are getting late already?" A woman who was sitting in a wheelchair spoke as she wheeled herself toward her daughter's room. A young lady who had an average height walked out wearing a red skirt and a black shirt that was tucked in perfectly. She had a white cross bag slung around her neck alongside a black pair of shoes. Her waist-length shiny and smooth hair was tied up to become a doughnut, her icy blue eyes were glimmering and it complimented her beautiful fair skin.

"My, my, you look glorious, Sara." Her mum spoke.

"Thank you, mum. I got that from you."

"Of course, who else would you have gotten that from if not your mother?" Her mum replied proudly as her eyes lingered on her grown daughter.

"Are you going to a fashion show?" Sara's brother, Vicky, made an entrance. He was three years younger than Sara but whosoever saw the two together would have thought he was the older sibling. He was a handsome young man who was into arts and decorations.

"Do I need to go to a fashion show before I look this great?" Sara asked her brother.

"I just think that's too much of a dressing. Why don't you try wearing a ball gown?"

"You..." Sara threw her scarf at him and the latter chuckled after annoying his sister for the morning.

"Vicky, let her be. She is getting late already. Be on your way, Sara." Her mum scolded and Sara gave him a teasing smile before leaving.

She was Sara, the first and only female child in the family. She was a twenty-five-year-old and single like the moon without no stars which sincerely, she wasn't really worried about. She was a creative writer who wrote poems, stories, blogs, etc for money to go along with the maid work she was doing. Sara's family was not the rich type as they managed their income but the maid job helped them a lot.

Sara stood at the roadside trying to look for a cab or maybe a free ride which she eventually saw and took. She arrived at the Francisco family mansion. They were one of the most respected and powerful families in the City and Country. They were not more than three, the father, the mother, and the son rumored to have traveled after his sudden disappearance from home. No one was later concerned about this again, maybe Sara was but a little bit.

She stepped into the mansion quickly, ignoring the murmurs from the other maids in the house. It was just an hour left for lunch. The family had a strict order which was at 7 in the morning, breakfast should be ready, anytime was suitable for lunch according to individual's demands then 6 in the evening was for dinner.

They could eat whatsoever they wished to after this. There was always a punishment if this order wasn't met. Sara eagerly entered the huge kitchen where a lot of preparations were ongoing, she didn't get the concept at first. Her friend, Josh, looked at her. He was wearing an apron and a net on his head. He whistled when he saw Sara.

"Aren't you a bit overdressed for this occasion?" He asked her.

"Why is everyone saying that and what occasion?" Sara asked as she picked one of the aprons and dressed up like Josh.

"Haven't you heard yet?" He questioned as he stirred the soup on the fire.

"No," Sara replied.

"Okay, let me go straight to the point. You know that Master and Madam's son disappeared, right?"

"Of course, I was here the whole time," Sara answered as she poured herself a glass of clean water. She was about to drink it when the unexpected happened.

"Good. He is coming back today. He is already on his way." Sara's eyes widened as she allowed the information to sink into her mind. She couldn't drink the water anymore.

"You aren't joking, right?"

"Are you laughing?" Josh raised his brows.

"Wow." She suppressed the bubbling feeling within her.

"Madam wouldn't stop talking about him. That's why everywhere looks tighter than before, he is coming back home." Josh giggled.

Sara didn't know if she was to be happy with this news or not. He was finally coming back home after fifteen years...a whole damn fifteen years! This was huge, how would he look like? Would he still remember her? These and more were questions that filled her heart as she started her work.

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Inside an airplane, sounds of coming feet from the inner room could be heard by a man whose eyes were closed and faintly into sleep. The sound came closer and nearer until it stopped.

"Do you want one?" A hoarse yet thick voice asked. The man's eyes opened, revealing their grey color as he looked at his friend who was handing over tobacco to him. He closed his eyes again and replied.

" I don't want them to welcome the smell of tobacco instead of my elegant perfume." The man withdrew his hand and chuckled. He sat in front of him and crossed his legs against each other.

"Pretending to be a good boy to momma, huh?"

"She knows what goes around comes around. It's a simple logic, the good boy gone bad." The man replied.

There was a brief silence between them.

"We are finally going home, who do you think you can't wait to see apart from your parents, Alfred?" The other man asked.

Alfred reopened his eyes and looked out the window, he stared at the abundance of clouds as his heart pondered more on the question while his friend watched him intently. This was the first time he was taking this long to respond to a question.

Finally, Alfred looked back at his friend with no paramount facial expression.

"No one."

He replied finally.