Noah.12:07 am.
Noah and Adaline walked for a while after finishing their heavy lunch, it was their habit whenever they had free time. The weather was extremely hot for a winter day, their walk cut short and they decided to stay at the hotel till the weather gets a little cooler. "Do you want to get something to drink?" Noah said as they walked into the hotel lobby.
"Maybe coffee but I"ve to check my emails for my patients" updates first," Adaline said.
"I have to call the firm too, let"s meet in the cafe then," Noah said, leading the way to the opened door of the elevator.
When they arrived at their floor; each head to his suite. Noah booked the suite next to his for them before they arrived in Dubai. "I will take a shower too, I will call you when I"m done," Adaline said and opened the door of her suite. Noah was about to put his key into the door when he heard Adaline screaming his name.
Noah pushed their suite door before it almost closed, he froze the moment his eyes laid on his father"s body. Donggun was breathing heavily and sweating hard, his body trembled and shaken the bed underneath him. Adaline shouted that he was having an intense seizure and ordered Noah to call an ambulance fast. Noah blinked swiftly then dialed the emergency number.
8:30 pm.
After nearly five hours, Donggun opened his eyes to find himself laying on a hospital bed and his wife and son were standing next to him. "What… happened?" Donggun voice was hoa.r.s.e.
"Honey, how do you feel now?" Adaline said, lowering her body to reach Donggun sight.
"Where am I?"
"At the hospital, you went into a seizure in your sleep," Adaline said and ran her fingers lightly through Donggun"s hair.
"Seizure?" Donggun said and tried to sit up.
Noah helped him and said, "Yes, but don"t worry everything seems okay."
Adaline walked to the end of his bed where his charts were on the bed handle, the charts had the results of his blood test and MRI scans. Two nurses and a doctor entered the room and handed Adaline another report. They talked about Donggun results at the right corner of the room.
After a while everyone left, Adaline put the papers on a table next to her and went back to Donggun and sat on a chair next to his bed and held his hand. "Everything is fine honey; you"re just tired from all the traveling we had"— she gave him a kiss on his left cheek, he was about to say something, but she stopped him when she tapped on his hand— "Donggun, you need to rest." she stood up and helped him to lay again and kept tapping lightly on his shoulder.
9:00 pm.
They left Donggun to rest and went to the cafeteria to get some tea. After Noah put the cups on the table, his phone ranged, it was Farah"s number. "Noah, it"s Malika," she said after he accepted the call. "Hey…did you mail me a box from Seoul?"
"What box?" he said surprised.
"A box was sent to me in the mail this morning from Seoul but with no information about the sender."
"I haven"t been in Seoul for like four months and I"m positive I didn"t send you anything," Noah answered, raising his eyebrows. He heard Malika taking a deep breath, they talked for about seven minutes and both ended the call with goodbyes after giving each other their phone numbers.
"Something"s wrong?" Adaline asked, noticing Noah"s reaction.
"No, I don"t think so," he said and held his cup of warm tea to drink. They enjoyed the good taste of their tea before heading back to Donggun who was getting better and back to his old energetic self.
December 18, 2009.
6:30 pm.
They left the hospital after Donggun"s result all came back with nothing to be worried about. Noah took the day off to stay with his father. Donggun was a healthy athletic man; his age was clear on his face, but he had a body of a thirty-year-old man. He insisted to leave the hotel and to enjoy the day rather than acting like an old sick man. While they were having dinner celebrating Noah"s birthday, Noah checked his phone after it was shut down most of the day.
There were more than ten missed calls from Malika"s number. After they finished dinner; Donggun called the waiter and ordered red wine for them. He asked Adaline to get him his pen and sketch note from her bag. The waiter served the wine and Adaline started to tell Noah about their Europe trip. Donggun wasn"t paying attention to their conversation. He was intensely drawing a realistically detailed portrait of a young woman.
7:30 pm.
Noah got a call from his a.s.sistant informed him about the updates on the cases. After he finished the call; he called Malika. "Hey Mal, you called me a lot—"
"Is your father okay?" Malika said.
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"—what?" Noah was shocked by Malika"s worried voice.
"Is he okay?!" she asked again louder this time.
"Why are you asking?" Noah said after a couple of seconds. Malika didn"t reply, her heavy breathing was enough as an answer for him. "He is now, how did you know?"— he left the table and went outside the restaurant— "he had a seizure in his sleep yesterday."
"AT WHAT TIME!" she shouted suddenly.
"I don"t know maybe around 12:00 pm, What wrong?!" Noah said, shocked by her reaction.
"I have to go…bye," she hung up the phone, leaving Noah confused, why Malika asked him about his father when he didn"t mention earlier that he was sick.
He went back to their table. Donggun was done with his portrait and Adaline was checking it. "Pretty, but why she is shocked?" Donggun shrugged his shoulders and told her that the girl"s face pops in his head suddenly.
Adaline handed the sketch to Noah to see, his face turned yellow and said, "b.l.o.o.d.y h.e.l.l!"— Donggun looked surprised at Noah"s reaction— "it"s Malika!" Noah pointed at the sketch. "It looks identical to my friend Malika!" Noah took a deep breath and looked at Donggun curiously. "You never meet her before… how could you drew this identical like her?"
"Maybe you showed me a picture of her." Donggun rested his back and took a sip of his wine.
"I never did."
"What is her name again?" Donggun said, narrowing his eyes and resting his elbows on the table. Noah answered him. "It sounds familiar"— Donggun looked at the sketch— "I don"t know why I draw this girl… her face is stuck in my head."
"What do you mean?" Noah put the sketch away and looked directly at Donggun.
"Only her face with that scared reaction and the necklace she"s wearing; her image feels like a memory… like a Déjà vu."
Malika"s voice was clear in Noah"s ears, "Is your father okay?" Noah had an unreasonable feeling that something was not right.