Remember Me, Baby.
The same taste

Andrew was glued to the door of the museum until his car disappeared at a crossroads. Her hand trembled slightly when she pressed the off button on the left side of The Eyes—, her glasses that look like regular accessories.

The scan results have just confirmed his conjecture. The search file is a hologram display that can only be seen by him that displays all information related to the Kobayashi family. Starting from their family tree, their subsidiaries are spread almost throughout the Asian continent, including the engagement event that was held recently. However, not a single photo or coverage was posted by the media about the event.

And, the girl .. she …

“What happened?” clark asked when he saw Andrew standing by the entrance.

He followed immediately when he found out Andrew was outside. Her best friend sent her a message through their communication channel which made her quite surprised to think there was an emergency situation. Who would have thought Andrew's performance really looked chaotic. That made him even more anxious because Andrew had never been seen this close. Even Mr. Roux and Alfred themselves have never managed to make Andrew's condition this bad.

“What's up, Drew?” ask again because Andrew never answered.

“She is the fiancee of Junior Kobayashi, Clark. What say?” he answered while folding the mini keypad that helped him operate The Eyes.

Information about Kobayashi Hiro's fiancee is minimal. Other than that she was the daughter of Sakamoto Zen, there was almost no other information. It is only fitting that the information in the file sent by Jovanka was very little. Looks like Mr. Sakamoto protects his daughter very well. If it wasn't for one of the bodyguards who mentioned Mr. Kobayashi is quite clear, perhaps Andrew will never know the identity of the girl.

“A-what? She's she? Who do you mean?” Clark looked to the right and left in confusion. No one looked suspicious. Everyone is busy with their own business.

“Sakamoto Keiko,” murmured Andrew, “I don't fantasize, Clark. Therehewas. I actually saw and talked to him.”

Andrew took off his glasses and started walking. He lost interest in going around the museum. Now all he wanted was to go home and dig out as much information as possible about the girl.

“Hey! Who her? Do I know him?” clark shouted while trying to equalize his footsteps with Andrew. He had no idea what his best friend was talking about.

“The girl I've been looking for almost my whole life. I just met him. Name's Keiko. Sakamoto Keiko,” murmured Andrew with a glaring gaze ahead.

He himself still could not digest all this. If Keiko is the reincarnation of Kinara Lee, then who was she in the past? Was in his past life, his name was Andrew? Or ….

“Andrew!” clark shouted as he saw his best friend running among the crowd.

He tries his hardest to catch up to Andrew who has disappeared from his sight. While continuing to apologize and occasionally looking down, the man tried to remember the name that had been uttered by his best friend. Feels a little familiar.

“Mr. Kobayashi's? Sakamoto?”

Clark's eyes were perfectly rounded. He reached in the air and shouted, “Andrew! Waitaminute! You must be kidding, ‘kan?!”

There's no way her best friend's imaginary boyfriend is the daughter of one of their targets. This must be a joke. Perhaps this was the time where his stiff and serious best friend finally decided to make a slightly absurd story to trap him.

“That guy does have a lousy sense of humor. He must have just wanted to prank me,” muttered Clark to convince himself.

However, all his assumptions suddenly evaporated when he arrived at the halfway house and found Andrew was serious in front of his metal case screen. Some familiar paintings appear scattered on the table. Yes, Andrew did always carry some pictures of his own like a valuable treasure wherever he served.

Clark only dared to approach slowly when he saw the look on the face of his friend who was very serious. A few random numbers and letters appeared on Andrew's folding computer screen while the man continued to type in password combinations.

Stuck in place, Clark held his breath when he realized what Andrew was doing was proving that the man was not joking or messing around. Until finally when the laptop screen blinked and appeared the round face of a mature brown-skinned young man with very familiar curls, Clark could not help himself anymore.

“You really met that girl?” tanyanya slow.

“Hum.”

“You are not fantasizing ... or joking and such?”

“Hum.”

“Hello, Garry. I need your help,” Andrew said without further ado.

He took one of his paintings and showed it to the screen and continued, “I've sent this picture. Please track his whereabouts. Date of birth, parent origin, number of siblings. Everything was. I want everything. Understood it? Let no one be missed."

“Wohooo .. easy, Boss. Calm down,” reply Garry with a wide grin still plastered on his face, “That's a simple matter. But, what's my reply?”

Andrew narrowed, stared intently at the young man in the shape of a bongsor and said, “As long as your location is not given to the government, then be grateful.”

Clark's laughter almost spouted. Andrew's sense of humor is indeed very bad, especially in a precarious situation like this. That is why he chose to remain silent and watch over everything within a safe distance. If Andrew had gone to ask for help Garry who is one of the most wanted hackers by Interpol, then it means he is in super serious mode. Don't try to disturb him.

Garry who seems to have gotten used to Andrew's behavior did not bother with the man's words.

He just kept smiling widely and said, “I'll send you all the information you need as soon as possible. Ciayo!”

The young man immediately broke the connection before Andrew could reply.

“Bedeb*h the child ..” grumbled Andrew slowly. He took one of the paintings lying on the table and watched it closely.

Deg ….

Deg ….

Deg ….

Kinara Lee or Sakamoto Keiko, the pounding in her chest remained the same. His longing remained the same. The strange feeling that makes him often lose his common sense and gamang it now just gets bigger.

The girl's scent and voice now filled her head. It reverberates like the bells of a cathedral calling out to the prayers. It smells like cherry blossoms in spring.

Clark scratched his earlobe clumsily. The EEL squad's special mobile phone kept vibrating in his jacket pocket. He didn't want to interrupt Andrew, but ….

“Sorry to disturb your sweet dreams, but Jovanka asks us to gather with the others at headquarters.”

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