Chapter 20:
Fourth Dream

“Eat up, Swift. You haven't eaten anything in the past two days. ” The man with short hair coaxed the woman who was lying with her back on the bed. 

The woman was sobbed as she said, “Where. . . where's my son, Anton? I want to meet him." The woman's soft voice was heard and the man put the plate on the table before sitting down beside the bed.

“You won't be able to look after Anton on your own, Swift. With your condition like this and. . ."

The woman froze as she felt the man's hand gently stroking her back. The man brought his lips to her ear and whispered, "You need someone who can satisfy you and give Anton a little brother to play with."

At that moment, the woman got up from a reclining position and got out of bed. The woman looked at the man with horror. Her body trembled.

"What are you saying?!" The woman asked, snapping.

The man grinned and walked over to the woman who seemed to be looking for an opening to escape. Unfortunately, this room was very small and she couldn't escape. The door to the outside was behind the man which meant, in order to escape, she had to get through this man.

"Come on, Swift. You know what I mean. Don't you realize that I've liked you all this time? But you even prefer your pretentious husband. He's nothing compared to me. "

The man grabbed the woman's hand and gripped it firmly. The grin did not disappear from his face which could be said to be quite handsome. "Fortunately, your idiot of a husband did not survive. So, I hereby claim you as mine. "

The man forcibly kisses the woman who looks rebellious, trying to distance herself from the man. Tears started pouring down her cheeks as she realized, all the resistance she had put up was useless. She hated herself that she was too weak to fight back, especially when she hasn't eaten anything in the past two days. The woman closed her eyes, hoping that God would help her in any form.

That woman's face. . .

"Babe!" Harry shouted loudly and opened his eyes quickly. His heart was beating very fast. His breathing was irregular and sweat trailed down on his forehead.  Harry's body shook violently. The young man looked away and found himself sleeping again in his mother's study.

Harry rose from his seated position and walked toward the mannequin, which again became stiff, lifeless.

"Shit. Whoever that woman was who's present in my dream, she. . . I just realized that she. . . she looks so much like you. "

Harry lowered his head and closed his eyes. His hands were clenched tightly. “She. . . she doesn't deserve to be treated like that by that bastard. She's a mother and loves her family very much. " Harry said weakly, before looking up again, staring at the mannequin before him.

"Her name is Swift and she has a son named Anton. I don't know what her husband's name is and what that bastard's name is, but if I was present at that time, I'll make sure that bastard will never see the daylight again." Harry's breath was still panting.

Harry moved his hand, touching the mannequin's cheek. "You. . . and her. Why do you guys look alike? Your faces. . . the shapes of your faces. . . are exactly the same. The only difference is. . . your hair color and eye color. ”

Harry sighed and continued, “She's a brunette you're a blonde. She has gold colored like eyes and you have sapphire ones." Harry closed his eyes and shook his head.

His eyes met the mannequin's eyes, begging for some sort of answer or explanation. "Tell me that she's not you. Tell me that you didn't experience the bad things that she went through. Tell me. . . please."

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"But she's beautiful, Harry. You're weird if you don't like her. If I haven't met Giselle and met her earlier, I will definitely ask her out. " Zayn's original remark made Harry roll his eyes.

"I wonder how Giselle will react when she finds out that you secretly like her best friend." Zayn snorted and pushed Harry's arm roughly.

"Come on, mate! I'm just being your wingman. Come on! Where's the old Harry who can easily change his girlfriend, without having to get caught up in a feeling called love? "

Harry stopped his footsteps right in front of his black  car. The young man turned around and looked at Zayn lazily. "Zayn, I'm not in the mood to find a girlfriend and I'm in the mood to be alone. Please don't bother me."

Without waiting for a reply from Zayn, Harry opened the car door and stepped away from his friend who couldn't stop grumbling how annoyed he was. Who wouldn't get upset when you're talking and not being listened to?

Harry immediately drove his car toward his father's house. All Harry knows, his mother has moved into her new boyfriend's house and Harry doesn't want to go there yet, to visit them.

The Styles residence looked very quiet. Des is definitely in the office and Gemma is in the boutique. No wonder it's quiet. Harry walked into the room, the young man walked towards the laptop he rarely used. Harry opened the laptop and immediately searched through a site on the internet.

World War 2, Pearl Harbor.

What emerges next is a long history of World War 2, which is really tiring to read. Harry only skimmed through, looking for something he was looking for. However, throughout that long history, it is very difficult to find. Harry decided to search with other keywords.

Anton Swift.

The search results provided many positive insights for Harry. Anton Swift, is the son of the woman in Harry's dream, who looks very much like Babe. In fact, there is a short article about Anton Swift.

"Anton Swift, a former American soldier who participated in the war in Iraq. Born in 1942 and retired in 1997, at the age of 55 years."  Harry raised an eyebrow at the writing. That means, he's ninety-one years old now?

“Anton was awarded the best commander in 1978 after successfully leading a peace group in the state of North America. Anton is very similar to his father, Oliver Swift who is known to be one of the best commanders of his time. " Harry sighed.

"Anton Swift. . . is he for real?"

Then, Harry finds out more about the Swift family until he gets new information about a member of the Swift family who is currently studying in London.

And his name is Jason Swift.