Kapitel 2: DREAM: WHO ARE YOU?
Suddenly, a flash of light appeared inside her dream. Then, she saw a little girl leaning on her bed. She couldn't see the face of the little girl but she feels her messed up emotions inside.
She slowly walks towards the little girl to peek at her face. Anyway, it is just a dream. There is no harm of seeing her face, right?
The little girl flinched and turned her head to Sandra. Their eyes both widened and couldn't say a word.
There are confusion on both of their eyes while observing each other.
"Who are you?" the little girl's voice sounds cold while frowning.
"I…I am Sandra Cicero. What is your name?" Sandra asked, blinking. She feels like she's talking to herself on a mirror but the other side could answer unlike the actual mirror.
"I am Samantha. Samantha Velasco" Samantha replied. Samantha is staring at Sandra and the mirror behind Sandra.
Sandra is in front of her but there's no reflection of Sandra inside the mirror except herself.
"Samantha." Sandra said while staring on Samantha. She feels like she's talking to her in real life yet not. Then, she frowns.
"Why am I look like you?" Sandra asked. She couldn't keep herself from holding back her curiosity.
"I don't know but I only know that twins are the only identical, no other explanation" Samantha coldly said.
"Then, we are twins?" – Sandra.
"No, twins should be sisters. We are not sisters" – Samantha.
"Then, what are we?" – Sandra shrank because she wants to be sister with Samantha.
"I don't know" – Samantha slowly opens up to Sandra.
"I have father but my mother died of child labour. How about you?" – Sandra.
Samantha flinched of what she heard. She feels like Sandra's situation is familiar to her. There's a sudden headache so she clutches her head.
"I… I have my grandfather" she slowly said. Then, her eyes widened when she realized an unacceptable truth.
Such as… 'Why don't I have parents?'
'Is grandfather hiding something from me?'
Then, she looks towards Sandra who is slowly fading away like a ghost.
'Then, who is she? Is she real? But how did she enter my room? A real ghost? No…" there are a lot of questions on Samantha's mind.
On the other side, Sandra jolted awake. Her eyes are misty without realizing it.
"Who is she? Why do I feel that she's real?"
"Sandra?" Alexander enters Sandra's room and frowns when she saw her tears.
He walks towards her and hugs.
"Papa, I dream of a girl who looks like me" Sandra said without hiding anything.
"Looks like you? Impossible. When your mother gave birth, only you came out. You have no twin sister" Alexander said. He just answered Sandra's
Sandra silently cries while recalls of Sandra's sadness before their conversation.
"Papa, she said that her name is Samantha. I want to help her" Sandra started to cry because she felt of what Samantha's feelings are.
Alexander patted her back and tried to calm her down. "It is just a dream, Sandra. Dreams never become real" he looks at her eyes with worried eyes.
Sandra nodded.
Going back to Samantha…
Samantha is laying down the bed while recalling of her encounter with Sandra.
A maid knocks on the door three times and said, "It is time for dinner, Miss Sandra" from outside the door.
She didn't respond but readied herself and walked out of the room.
The maids and butlers of Velasco Mansion lined up while Zandro walked out of his room.
He looks at Samantha and smiles like a gentle grandfather.
"What do you want to eat for dinner, Sam?" he asked tenderly. Samantha looks at him coldly but Zandro doesn't mind of her coldness.
Anyway, he doesn't want an emotional granddaughter. Especially, Samantha is a human weapon he designed as.
Well, he already perceived to himself that Samantha is the finished product of cloning experiment or Sandra No. 2.
"As long as it is good for my health, I wouldn't mind eating any kinds of food.
Zandro smiles. Yes, this is kind of granddaughter he likes to have. Her granddaughter must not be so picky with foods, has cold personality, unsociable, genius, and lastly, a weapon-like abilities.
A good-for-large-family table has different kinds of vegetable dishes and meats. There is also favourite wine of Zandro.
When Zandro starts eating, Samantha picks up her spoon and fork to start, too.
Zandro feels pleased of Samantha's etiquette on table manners but doesn't show it on his face.
They both eat quietly.
After ten minutes, they both finished.
Zandro wipes his fingers with table clothes.
"Starting to tomorrow, you are having your home-tutor lesson. I will hire a competent professor for you. The academic lessons will be assigned to him while the military training will be assigned to the military professional I've like you to meet" he said without getting Samantha's opinion.
Samantha nods. Anyway, she has no other choice, right? She even feels that she has no right to oppose her grandfather.
Zandro immediately stands up and walks out of the dining room. He prepares himself on his way to secret organization's underground laboratory for cloning experimentation.
The maids started to clean up the dining room. Samantha goes up to her room and starts to operate on her laptop.
She is searching in the internet how to code. She feels that she should start to learn some of the things her grandfather doesn't want her to learn such as hacking skills.
On the other hand, Alexander enrols Sandra in a private academy but unlike others she must come back home in order to prevent another abduction incident to happen.
Sandra takes a nap while inside a car going to school. Again, she dreams about Samantha but unlike before. Samantha is learning a hacking knowledge.
Samantha feels her presence but she doesn't mind it. She just set it aside the phenomenon of Sandra's appearance and treat her as human-form consciousness.
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It's been week since her arrival.
Sandra wakes up early morning and walks slowly towards dining room. The breakfast is served already.
She sits on her seat beside Alexander and yawns. Even though she slept early last night, she still feels sleepy.
She's dozing off due to lack of sleep.
Alexander smiles at her adorable face.
"I enrolled you in Wesley Academy three days ago. You can start attending school tomorrow. Your school materials are already inside your backpack" he said.
He puts the friend chicken leg on Sandra's plate. Sandra starts eating and slowly regains her sleepyhead in reality.
"What grade am I, Papa?" she asked. She doesn't know in what grade right now. As her memory starts recovering, she was in nursery before.
"The school will test you in what grade you will be in accord to the result" Alexander replied.
"But, temporarily, you will be part of Class-1S. That is an elite class. These students are geniuses and the school provided them an Advanced Materials appropriate for them" he continued while putting additional dishes on Sandra's plate.
"Okay, Papa" while enjoying her meal. AH~ what a good life~
On the afternoon, Alexander sent the information of Sandra to the Academy they chose.
RINGGG!
His phone is ringing. He picks it up and listens to the other side.
"Your daughter is Sandra Cicero, am I right?" the caller asked. Obviosuly, the caller is using a voice changer to unable Alexander of recognizing him.
Alexander doesn't respond but still let the man continue.
"Alexander. Ah, Alexander. You are the father but you couldn't even tell if the Sandra on your side is the real Sandra. Oh, I pity you, Sandra" the caller said while trying to provoke Alexander.
"What bullsh*t are you saying?!" Alexander's bulged out. He doesn't understand the caller's intention but he could tell that the call is provoking him to rage.
"Alexander, what you see or hear is not exactly what happened. That's all I could say. As a father, you are more familiar with your daughter than anyone else" the call continued then cut off the call.
Alexander rubbed his forehead while the caller's word repeated on his mind.
He sighed and looked outside his bedchamber's window.
Recalling of what happened in the past, she was searching for Sandra. Every minutes passed by, his fear rose up until they couldn't get any news.
He used up all his connections in order to track down the kidnappers but failed to do so.
Every person, who was comforting him, left him day by day until he almost gave up. However, he dreamt of his daughter cries of help.
He could always hear her cries of pain and it woke him up every time that dream happens.
One day, Sandra cries stopped which made him worry but he saw her inside a bedchamber, sleeping like little angel.
Sandra woke up and widened her eyes when saw her father. She never thought that it is a dream or not, as long as she could see him.
"Papa!" she cried and tears flowed down on his cheek. Alexander hugged her.
"Stop crying, my baby. Papa will definitely find you" he said.
Sandra nodded at him and continued crying.
Then, he woke up with tears on his face.
He embraced himself and cried. He felt her daughter's painful cries. He wanted to comfort her but couldn't.
Every day, he's living with worries. He wished to dream of her again but couldn't until the news of Sandra came out.
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