Chapter 5(Pandora's box)

His eyes met the mirror adjacent where he sat on the bed. He still had the same face only that his head was bandaged and his outfit was different.

Usually, in transmigrations, the victims face was different. Henry tried to presume that he was in a transmigration just like movies he had watched or in tales.

Was he in a different universe? He needed to contact his family urgently. However, there was no means of communication. Every thought he had was crashing in his head and it made him panic.

He tried to scream but the voice wasn't there. Henry looked up and down, to and fro. 

"Damn it! How did I get myself into this?" He cusses rubbing his head which was sore. The last thing he could recall was that he passed out in a confined room.

Henry kisses his teeth as he awaits what next would happen. While in his down-cast state, the door suddenly chimes open and someone trod in.

His eyes were concentrated at who walked in. It turns out to be two girls looking like maids. They were holding a tray which had a cup of coffee in it and some little bundled wraps.

"Good morning sir" they chorused with a bow, no smiles and tensed to face him. They weren't moving as they anticipate Henry's reply.

"Where am I this time? Another country probably or held captive by another assassin or whatever you call them" he complains exhaling as he thuds his hands on the bed.

"You're home sir" the second replied quickly. Henry shook his head. This was insane and he concluded in his heart that he would never understand.

"How long have I been out?" He questioned not expecting an answer.

"A week sir" the two chorus like two hummingbirds.

"What!" He exclaims standing up from the bed and pacing around the bed. The ruffles his hair, bite his lower lip while gnashing.

"Damn it! Mom would be worried sick! Dad's blood pressure must have gone up, voyage would have died from loneliness, my cacatus possibly in the grave! The granny must have cursed me! F**k I promised Nate and Klaus that I was coming home with my bride in three days!"

The two maids glanced at themselves and then at the man rapping before them. This was so different from their master who was a man of few words and more action.

This man looked like though he was suffering from mal-nutrition. Where did all his PACs and muscles go?

Their boss was declared dead a week ago only to return home unconscious. Where did all the daring tattoos go? His skin looked toned, no scars and he seemed petrified over what he spoke about.

They dare not look at him but their lower eyes were following his footsteps. They awaits his order to drop the tray in their hands but his attention wasn't on them but his worries at home.

"Can I have a word with your master? Tell him or her that they got the wrong person" he said to them with hope in his eyes.

Henry had intension to explain to their boss everything that happened if they would give him a chance to express himself.

They looked confused. Could the injury his head sustain had an effect on his thoughts? These girls feared to give him an answer because he could take their life. Their hands were shaking and Henry noticed that.

He needed their help to get out of this loop hole. While he encountered different people, he lost all his belongings and what hurts him the more was;

The fact that he lost the ring he intends to use and propose to his mysterious girlfriend. It all started with a search for her. If he ever scales through this, he would never think about her again.

The first girl almost made an attempt to answer him when the cooing of a baby was heard from outside the door. Everyone's attention was drawn to the door.

"What now?" Henry asked anxiously and desperately wanting to know the next drama that would take place.

***

CHILDHOOD...

A woman's voice hums melodiously, weaning a baby and rubbing his head. She was sitting close to a pond, the child in a cradle as she sings for her.

The baby was giggling and cooing at her, rubbing its little legs together and clapping its tender hands.

Two boys watches her by the river bank, envious and sad at the way she nurses her child with so much love.

They saw as she brushes the bridge of the baby's nose, shower her with kisses and made some funny demonstration with her hands. She was adorable.

"Do you think we have a mother?" Henry asks the boy beside him. They were covered in mud and smell of dirt.

A man walks from inside the house, met this lady and kissed her on the right cheeks. They guessed that was her husband and the child's father. 

He carried the baby from the cradle, swings her left and right in his arms and imitate her giggles. His wife laughs at his jokes.

"No, we don't have parents, only a letter that comforts us" the boy answered the weary Henry who suddenly began to cry. He wished those couples would notice them from the distance they stood staring.

"I want to have a mother and father" Henry protested crying the more. The boy smirks at him, opened his arms, placed a charming smile and said;

"I am your mother and father, don't forget that"

***

PRESENTLY...

There was silence between Henry who had drawn back to reality and the two maids who were tensed and startled at the voice of a baby.

"Pedro! I know you're inside! I won't let this happen!" A feminine voice called.

"Now I'm Pedro?" Henry stated worked up.

"Relax sir! I got everything under control" another voice replied Henry. He recognize that voice. It was the man who stretched his hand at him before collapsing.

The two maids took their position behind Henry, nervous to see what the latest gossip would be all about on their master.

Out of curiosity, Henry turned the door knob, spur the door open and beheld a woman holding a baby and two bodyguards preventing her from reaching out to the door.

She was wearing a red mini gown, her hair braided to the back. Beautiful and so young that he doubts if she was the mother of the baby. 

She had a sculpted figure which was twine-thin. Her waist was tapered and she had a burnished complexion. A pair of arched eyebrows looked down on sweeping eyelashes. Her delicate ears framed a button nose. 

A set of dazzling, angel-white teeth gleamed as she speaks to him. It was a pleasure to see her flowing, moon shadow-black hair. Her enticing, constellation-blue eyes gazed at me over her puffy, heart shaped lips.

"What's going on?" He asked distressed and placing his hands on his waist. What was a baby doing in the picture?

The bodyguards weren't letting her speak as they were hurting her and the baby. She was grappling out of their grip.

"Stop!" Henry said and at once, the two bodyguards ceased their hands from holding her.

"Pedro! Have your baby!" She barks and ditch the child in his hands. This lady inhales deeply, unzip her bag and brought out a paper.

Meanwhile, the two maids inside the room were peeping. They couldn't believe someone was brave enough to speak rudely to their boss.

Perhaps, it must be one of his many mistress and more were yet to come. The two bodyguards were growling inside.

As for Henry, he was agaped at the baby in his arms who was staring back at him like a motionless toy.

Something was definitely wrong. How did he become a father overnight? First, they were referring to him as the king and now, his name was Pedro.

Could he be taking a ride to his future? He glanced around where he stood. It was a hallway having no end. This wasn't a suite but a house, definitely a mansion.

"Baby?" Henry cried holding on to the child who bursted out in tears because he was separated from his mother.

It seems as though the child was gathering all the energy to cry out earlier when she dropped him in Henry's arms.

"Here's the DNA report!" She continues tossing the paper to his face and Henry was flustered.