Of all the time that rich man working, and doing all his best for the future of future wife and kids. But it ended up no time for love! Owen Louise Burke, the only one who inherited everything from his family. He grew up with a golden spoon, never experienced struggle in life, never experienced falling in the gutter, never strived for anything.
Aside from being rich, he's kind, handsome, tall and dark. Owen Louise is the top rated compassionate person who helps millions of kids and homeless. He keeps being intelligent, dominant, and submissive. Owen doesn't have a girlfriend, but he's planning to build a family, he already built a dream house and companies. But having a baby at his age is not a part of this plan.
"Sir, Mr. Miguel sent these files. He told me to remind you about the trip on Santa Cristina on the 13th of July." His secretary Louisiana said.
"Hector Miguel, it's very difficult at any time. Please tell him, I'm not available on that date, I have a date on that date. And he told me his daughter is beautiful and smart like me. I don' I don't want to ruin that precious date!" Owen said while his secretary Louisiana was constantly taking down notes of what he was saying.
"Noted sir." Louisiana said.
His secretary had already left, while Owen was busy thinking about how to get his eyes used to the family picture of him and his family. He's the only son of his parents, and as a Burke the good image must remain.
"Mom and dad looks good together! How about me, which woman will be lucky and fit for me. I really like a woman who is fragrant, beautiful, smart, height and color is not a problem, except the body shape. He needs to be perfect in the eyes of the people who will see us." He muttered while looking in a frame.
He's always like that, imagining the woman who wants him and fits for him. The woman with beautiful appearance. But, he never thinks about the woman attitude, he never thinks about the woman who will take care of him in case the moment has come that he can't stand up, can't speak, and can no longer reject anyone who violates his wishes. He was in the middle of his momentum when the telephone suddenly rang, he immediately answered because it was a call from his secretary.
"Sir, Mr. Miguel is here! Shall I stay? I'm pretty sure it's about your outreach in Santa Cristina." His secretary said.
"Tell me I'm busy! I'm doing a lot." He said to his secretary, who later hung up the phone.
But he heard a series of knocks, it didn't stop and Owen could hardly hear his own breathing. Owen quickly stood up and opened the door, exposing the pitch black smoke. He could hardly see what was in front of him, he was blinded by so much smoke. His eyes filled with tears and at that moment, he felt something grab him.
"Who's that?" Owen asked in a panic to whoever was in front of him. Owen kept his eyes closed as the smoke seemed to enter his office endlessly.
Took a few minutes, finally subsided. But Owen still hasn't recovered from the thick smoke that engulfed his office. It was the first time this happened to him, Owen couldn't understand what kind of smoke it was.
"Mr. Burke, are you alright? You look so pale!" Said Mr. Miguel to Owen, Owen noticed the strange smile on Mr.'s lips. Miguel.
"Hector, please put my nebulizer in the cabinet. Please, I can't breathe!" Owen said to this, he immediately obeyed.
It's only a crash if Owen's asthma flares up, but at that moment it seems like his destiny is death. He only gets an attack once a year, but he feels like he's going to die when he has an asthma attack.
He is an only child and he is a menopause baby, as if his mommy expired before he was born. His mommy didn't get sick then, so his parents were very surprised why a healthy baby had asthma.
"I didn't know to hurt you. What about our outreach in Santa Cristina? There are still stories there, when there are rich people who behave there and die!" Hector Miguel said as if threatening him, Owen shook his head.
"It's my sign to believe in barber stories. That's just an old story, it means it's passed. Imagine, twenty one and you still believe that? What a lunatic mind." Owen said.
"Oh Owen, don't go back and forth to Santa Cristina! I believe you won't be covered in black smoke once they see you in that town." Hector Miguel said.
"What do you mean by black smoke?" Owen is curious about it.
"Ah, there is also a story that when a person's life is certain, someone shows up. For example, in Santa Barbara, Barbara is the grim reaper who will kill you, because she will scare the sick person into joining her. In Santa Cristina again, these are the voices in the black smoke. I know that they appear to people who have too much luxury in life and are very sick." When Hector Miguel told Owen, Hector noticed that Owen was pale, so Hector put the nebulizer on Owen so that he could breathe air.
It was as if Owen was playing with his eyes at that moment, the black smoke passed by and he heard something howling. But Hector's hearing remained deaf and it was as if Owen was the only one who could hear.
"Hush now," the wind kept whispering to Owen but Hector couldn't hear anything. Was he going crazy, his hair stood on end because Hector's barber story was true. The black smoke and voice of Santa Cristina.
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