13 C 13. The Past 1

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[Subject 3519 has only two options. Tap to change the colour of the room]

That means others have more than two colour options. If I will ask for more, blue and yellow will do.

I tapped on the black and the room descended to darkness. It became pitch black. Only the red screen was lit, and it also was limited to its place. I select white and the room returns to normal.

A few seconds later I sat on my bed after I returned the table and chair to their places.

This is not the first time that I was brought to a place where people experiment on me, seeking to know the secret behind my ability.

The only difference between that place and this place is that this place relies on scientific methods.

And that place uses something our scholars called Metaphysical methods. A method that is beyond physical senses and can not be measured and understood through science: Witchcraft!

It leaves a small trauma that makes me hesitate in trusting anyone. For that, I always avoid handshake or anything that will make me have an intimate touch with anyone!

It all started when I was fifteen years old. There was an occasion when our father was celebrating his newly launched successful company.

A lot of people came to celebrate the occasion. I was chosen by my father to stand beside him in welcoming the guests.

It was boring, with so much formality. When a guest comes, I have to bow a bit and greet them, with a smile plastered on my face.

And if the guest asks for a specific person, I will be the one to walk gracefully and quickly to call the said person.

Even after I was bored, the moment I saw a guest enter I would start smiling.

I was in that situation, around noon, the sun is high and the weather is becoming hot, drifting in boredom.

A man came. I don't know him, but the way father accepted him is like they know each other well, from somewhere.

They make a lot of jokes and tease each other, about some business they have done before.

As for me, I leaned a bit forward in a bowing gesture. That was the norm. It is not now that I should greet him, I would greet him only if he turned his attention to me.

But suddenly, I felt a chill crawling down my spine.

I immediately raised my head and looked at him. He was beginning to look at me when I was raising my head. Seeing that he smiled widely and pushed his hand for a handshake.

It has become an instinct that if a person comes for a handshake you do the same.

I did not know when we shook hands, but gradually, that feeling of worry dissipated, and returning to normal, I greeted him well.

Though it might sound slow it was just a split second.

Father immediately said, "Let younglings carry on. I have been waiting to discuss that thing with you."

"Oh, hahaha, I don't think I will agree with you, but I will hear you."

They walked away discussing. The moment I saw they were out of sight I left the place too.

Not because of what happened between me and the man but just to go and enjoy the other side of the party.

Besides, I have already forgotten the chill I felt. As for receiving guests, I didn't think about it. It was just a formality.

Around 9:00 am everyone was going to sleep because of all-day activities. I was called to the kitchen.

My mother was making one of my fathers favourite stew. He was there too, waiting for her to finish. Making small talks from time to time.

"What happened to you when Ikwato Iro came?" My father asked. I did not understand the question because I had forgotten.

Seeing my questioning gaze he said, "You jolted for a second he looked at you, and you waited a second before you greeted him. What did you feel back then?"

This time his question has an authoritative aura in it. I immediately remembered the incident and I narrated what I did feel.

He asked me further questions before he said I should go to sleep.

My mother kissed my forehead, and she guided me to my room.

The next morning was different. All my schedules have been changed by my father. Things like no more going out for the whole month. And also I'm not allowed to meet with anyone who is not my family member.

When I complained, my mother said it was the Boss order, she meant Fathers order.

Even after a month passes nothing happens. My father's intuition tells him that I'm in danger, that is the reason for all the precautions.

As for me, it was just tedious from all the constriction.

Things did not change, when I began pestering my Mother. She looked apologetic but did not help change the situation.

Until I spent some month before she realized that restricting me do me more harm than good. That is when she began to actively try to change the situation.

I once heard my mother raise a pitched voice complaining to the boss, that what he is trying to do is not working.

Just because he thinks that I will be in danger doesn't mean I should be deprived of school and going to some places and long as they are deemed safe.

Above all, whoever wants me harm, can still harm me if they wish to do so while I'm at home because they might be using 'Tsafi in doing so.

In the end, he relented, and I was able to go back to my normal activities.

Some modern people might find it strange to believe in some Superstition that people of the ancient time used to achieve their goal.

But the truth is some Superstitions are very much alive and true.