Unpredictable Sam

Five years later

"Sam, wait!!!! Don't run so fast!" I shouted as he ran so fast the moment we got off the plane. It hasn't been less than a minute since the plane landed, but his excitement. I can’t say anything.

"Sam, stop right there or I'm going to stop all your gadgets and put you under house arrest," I warned him, which made him stop. I knew this trick is the only thing that's going to work on him, and see, it worked like a charm.

"Liah, why do you always use my gadgets as a threat? What have they done to you? They are just little babies," he pouted.

"Yeah, they are just little babies, then what are you? My mother? No, right? You too are just five years old kids, but your obsession with all the gadgets leaves me speechless," I said as I pushed my suitcase toward the entrance, where I found my assistant Mathew holding a name board with "Samuel" written on it.

"Yes, Mathew! It's me. You've come for me, right?" Sam hurried toward him and asked before I could.

"Yes, boss, I've come to pick you up. Anything else you need?" Mathew asked, bending his body to match their heights.

"Yes, get an Americano. I've been dying to get one, but I couldn't make it on the way. Come to the car; I'll show you what you need to do," Sam said, echoing my mannerisms, leaving me speechless.

"You know caffeine is bad for your health? You're just five years old, but you're already having insomnia. It will be difficult for you in the future," I said without much expression.

"Liah, I'm like you. You can't sleep but always work on your projects all night, while I play games and use gadgets. You know how I'm used to all these gadgets and how I am right now, so I don't have to explain much," he said, while Mathew handed him his Americano and sat in the back seat. Sam soon picked up his tablet from his bag and did something to take control of the car, leaving Mathew shocked.

"Boss, what's happening? I can't control the steering," he panicked.

"You sit tight. I will drive," Sam said. He quickly increased the car's speed and maneuvered through traffic, cutting off other cars. Is this how people play video games? Are video games really like real-life driving? It feels the same, though.

"Sam, make one mistake, and you're banned from touching things," I warned again, sitting tightly.

He didn't pay attention until an old lady suddenly stepped out in front of us, making all of us shocked, and my eyes widened.

"Sam, stop the freaking car!!!!!!" I shouted loudly while he somehow used his strength to bring the car to a halt.

My heart nearly leaped out of my chest. I hurried outside and rushed to the old lady who was about to fall. I grabbed onto her. "Thank God, you're safe. Thank God, nothing happened to you," I muttered, as if I was trying to calm myself this way.

"Ma’am, are you okay? Are you fine? You didn't get hit, right?" I asked, panicking.

“No, I didn’t get hurt. The car stopped before it could touch me. You don't have to worry,” she said and started walking to the other side, glaring at Sam angrily.

“What did I tell you? Life is not a game. Life is not a fun thing the way you do with games. It's life. Once someone dies, they can't be revived,” I said, looking at Sam who was looking down.

I snatched the tab from him, closing all the apps he had opened, letting Mathew drive the car as usual. On our way, no one said anything, but the silence was loud until we reached in front of our villa, where all of the workers were waiting to invite us inside the villa.

I got down from my car and walked, seeing everyone standing in line, ready to introduce themselves. But considering how tiring the travel was, I cut it short. Sam once again didn't say anything and walked inside on his own without even looking at me once. It hurt.

“Show us our rooms. I think that would be a huge help,” I said politely. One of the maids showed me my room, while another one showed Sam our room.

“Ma’am, your husband didn’t come? Is he coming late?” one of them asked. My head snapped, and I glared at her, while Sam walked closer to her.

“Mind your own business. Stop poking your nose into people’s business,” he spoke, sounding more mature than his age, making me feel assured.

The maid walked away upon hearing this. I slowly went near Sam, picked up his hand, and said, “You're still mad at Liah. You know why I scolded you, right?” I said in a soft voice.

“Yeah, I do. I'm not angry at you. I'm angry at myself. How could I do something like this? What would have happened to the old lady if I had failed to stop the car? I'm scared just thinking about the scenario,” he said, revealing his true feelings.

“Nothing would have happened. I'm sure. You're such a good boy,” I reassured him, kissing his forehead, and showed him his room. As expected, his room was nothing but a gaming setup. Even though I'm not sure if he only plays games or something else. He always gets good grades, which is much better than children his age, as if he's a born genius.

“Liah, what time is it?” he asked.

“It is 6:50 PM,” I said while looking at my smartwatch.

“God! I have something important to do,” he exclaimed and ran toward his room, slamming the door loudly, leaving me all confused. What is so important at seven o'clock that he is panicking this much? I wondered in my mind. But it's hard to predict what he is doing.

No, it is hard to Predict Samuel.