MR PAUL

"I never thought there can be so many Africans in this place." Amsa whispers looking around the hotel restaurant which was almost filled even though it was a VIP section as she and her teammates sit over a big round table and eat.

"I am in love with this place already, maybe we should travel around together more."Shamim drops his glass of wine. "Darifa will be in charge of our hosting of course." Everyone laughs gently.

"Their food tastes good too." Ella commends as she eats the meal bits by bits.

"I suppose we get a glance of them here before returning back to our apartment." Darifa whispers ignoring the previous conversation.

"Thats true, they should come downstairs to get the food." Asma concurs.

"What if they placed an order to be delivered to them?" Abdullah asks.

"Lest just hope the-" Ella tries to say something to her friends but suddenly stops when she saw Paul, now looking old, even older than he is supposed to be, accompanied by a lady who is almost looking like a boy, because of her body build and tattoos. The lady has a big tattoo of her name on her arm, the tank top she is wearing revealed that clearly. Ella continuously swallows the spit she suddenly feels in her throat and fear, is immediately written all over her.

The rest of the team members noticed Ella, they looked at what she was starting so bad at, but all they could see is an old man being accompanied by manly looking woman.

"Are you okay?" Asks Abdullah.

"What is wrong with you? Why are you looking like that?" Asma asks too.

"P-pa- Paul." She stutters pronouncing the name. "That is Mr Paul."

The team mates look at the man again, as he occupied a seat not too far from them. His daughter sits opposite him too and they seem to be having a discussion.

"If he is Mr Paul." Darifa whispers still staring at them and slowly turns her head to Ella. "Is that Linda?"

"I guess so, the tattoo on her arm says so." she replies and lowers her eyes.

"What's with her body build? Is she a wrestler or boxer or something?" Asma asks no-one in particular.

"Probably she gyms a lot." Abdullah replies.

Asma drops her fork and faces Darifa. "You should stop gyming, I don't won't you to end up with that type of body."

She laughs gently. "I won't like it if my body is like that too." she faces Ella. "Sit here, do not stand until I am back, is that clear? Ella nods. Darifa faces the rest if the team. "Please wait here, I won't be long."

"What are you going to do? this is an open space, do not do anything funny." Shamim warns.

"Dont worry, I am not doing anything serious. You can watch me from here." She walks to Paul's table. "Hello."

"Hi." Linda replies sizing up Darifa with her eyes. "How can we help you?"

"Actually, I sa-"

"Who are you?" Paul asks interrupting. "Where are we?"

Darifa frowns a bit not understanding whatever it was that the old man was pulling. "What does he mean by where are we?" she asks in her mind.

Linda holds his hands tightly. "You are with me father."

Paul stares at her for a while and asks again. "Who are you?"

Linda turns to Darifa quickly and says. "Can you excuse us for a moment? You can come back later."

"Okay." Darifa a nods and returns to her table.

"What happened, why does your Face look like this?" Asks Shamim.

"That man's not well." Darifa rests her elbows on her the table and sighs. "Something is wrong with him."

"What did he do? Did he show some signs?" He asks again.

"When I was there, he asked his daughter where they were, and who she was." She inhales sharply. "Like something is wrong with his memory or something."

"What was her reaction?" Asks Ella again. "I mean his daughter."

"She seems to be aware of that, she held his hands tightly and asked me to excuse them for a while and probably come back later." She inhales deeply. "What kind of illness could that be."

"Alzheimer." Ella replies murmuring, she moves her head to Darifa a bit. "We can't use that drug on him anymore, his life is at risk, any little thing, he can die."

"But we sure can use it on his daughter, seeing that she is aware if the illness and her mom isn't here. She should know something."

"So, our target isn't Paul anymore, it's now Linda." Asma says with her eyes on Linda and her father.