What is it? (2)

Chapter Twelve.

Earlier during the live broadcast at the Eastern province.

An old woman was sitting in front of television watching the live broadcast.

All her hair were already white. She was holding an old stick in her hand. It was beside the blue and red decorated cushion she sitting on. The sitting room where she sat was beautiful decorated.

The servants were walking around decorating the living room making the place lively .

She smiled looking at the young man on the screen. She turned around and saw that her husband was no more in the place with her . She frowned and murmured 'Where is these old man. What is wrong with him. Always walking around.' she sigh and called out

" PA Smittan !"

"PA Smittan !"

"Come and see my grandson on the television."

Shortly an old man with grey hair emerged from the stairs. He was wearing a blue loose pants and pink short sleeve. He held his stick tightly and looked at the woman on the chair before asking in a forged stunt tone " Why are you shouting my name ?" he asked pretending to be angry

The old woman looked at him and smiled 'These man.'

"Come and see my grandson on the television. Look at him in his full glory. He takes after me. "

The old man looked at his wife and sigh " Yes I accept he takes after your looks but in intelligence and everything he is after me."

"Are you suggesting that I am dumb ?" she asked frowning.

"Who said you are dumb but if that is what you believe then that means you are indeed dumb." he replied smiling

She angrily hinted her stick on the floor "You! old man."

looking at her angry face which he finds adorable. He bursted into laughter and put his hands up in surrender "Yes, yes you are the most intelligent. But seriously is these why you called me here to tell me how beautiful you look?"

The woman looked at him and sigh "No. At least you believe that I am beautiful now. He takes after your ruthlessness in military. Only God knows what he is going to do to his offender."

" Yes I am proud of him . My great grand son Danvers is going to be worse than he is...

" Who is going to be worse than who...?

A deep musculine voice asked from outside. The old couples looked towards the entrance and saw a man in his early sixties entering from outside. He is no other one than Vomaah's father who is a well known retired Major general in the country. Even in his sixties. He still looks young and handsome like a man in his fifties. He has a pointed nose . Even due, Vomaah looks more handsome than he is. The old woman looked at him and smiled "Son come inside fast." she said motioning him with her hands.

The man looked at her and smiled before greeting "Good afternoon , Mum. Good afternoon dad. "

"Who were you people talking about ?" he asked after he sat down.

"Your son . " replied his father

He looked at the television and smiled lovely at the man on the television. He looked at him for sometimes, Before he turned to his father and asked " Father when are you going to announce your birthday. You are already old. What is wrong with you . Why are still hiding your month and date of birth."

He looked at his son angry face and said " Stop frowning. You look like one village masqurade that I saw when I was young. During those first world war. I visited one of the African villages ."

Broher Smittan sigh " Dad stop changing the topic."

He raised his hands in surrender and said "Very soon. Just call your son. Tell him that grandpa wants to meet him for the last time and, he invited him. He also said, he should make sure he comes with my sweet grand - daughter in law."

"Dad you can never change. You and your overstatement." he laughed softly before standing up.

He was about to leave when his mother asked him "Where is your wife ?"

he sigh and said " That one? she loves traveling a lot . Especially since his son became the president.

.....

After his assistant left. He opened his phone only to see 32 missed call from his wife but one thing he knew is that his wife will not leave that kind of missed calls for him. Maybe some thing

had happened that is why someone was using his wife's phone to call him. He started to panic. He doesn't play with his family

He stood up. Picked his phone up and dailed his wife's number. On one ring. It was picked . He had a sigh of relief but soon. He started panicking again because it wasn't his wife's voice that he heard but a man's voice " Who is these ?"

He asked in panic.

On the other side . The doctor that picked up the call was startled to hear the president's voice which contains a tinge of panic . he sigh 'So he was correct. These is indeed president's family ' he spoke in a professional tone

"Good evening sir, Is these Tara's father. Please come to the hospital at Golden military hospital. "

On hearing that Vomaah's hands turned sweaty 'I hope my daughter is fine.'

"How is my daughter. Is she okay."

"Oh, yes sir. She is hundred percent fine . She had just be calling your name since she woke up."

Vomaah started to calm down a little but realized something and suddenly asked "Where is my wife. Why are you with her phone and...."

Before vomaah could finish, the line was cut.

On the other hand. The doctor was already sweating. He looked at the middle aged woman who gave him the phone and gritted his teeth and thought 'If not because of one thing. He would have chased these woman out of his office now. She almost caused him problem . Why will she give him the phone to call the president, knowing that it was the president that should be called '. he gave the woman back the phone and sighed before leaving.

Vomaah frowned before rushing out of his office. When the workers saw the president's stum look. They cleared his way.

On reaching to the floor. He entered into the front car . He collected the key from the driver and drove off ,In a high speed while other cars followed him in the same speed. Even due, they don't Know the problem. It is their responsibility to protect the president.