"ahhhh! finally "kAMIL stretch his hands and leanded on leather chair.
that was the the optimal sight,I strived to hear,as KAMIL puted end point to all long project, and to my over questions:"did you finished?", "how much more?","this month right!",that was the case over ten long years I was 21 years In old when we started this project and he was 19 years In old , I must be wearied MLH with such questions besides the work and its pressure, but he wasn't the guy who has mad reaction, but I can't guarantee what would happen if I forget his coffee at five after noon furthermore his statement won't derive away if I came late on its regular time, at least that was what I reached to know in first year I shared struggles with him .
"ahhh! i feel like my back bend" he relax more his back on the chair after let a shy moan out.
he's no longer different than how I imagined hackers and how do they work, as my imagination and reality are pair of earrings,than he's residing in darkest room, ornament by multitude computers,thus are the only items who projectile light, but the only thing I failed to seem is his addiction to purest dark coffee,he's used to abuse it, I tender to confirm that without core of doubt.
"sleep... I need some sleep....I didn't sleep for 53 hours" as he stood from the chair and orient toward the bed.
he must loss his scent
"uh...no wait you didn't been awake all this hours... you've just wake up"
"uhhhh!....what?.....really! I feel like I wanna sleep" spat out in sleepy tongue, and his eyes were mid close away from open.
he must loss his sense of smell,the garbage scent from him figure out from a mile,it overwhelmed the coffee smell,his nearer need to make sense with logic a bath with a good shampoo.
"yeah!...you're fine, let's give our patiently waiting program a try" I stood frantically and laid my hand on his back to guide him for the chair then do somewhat handle move like i'm comforting the chair for him.
I might seem abusing him but as much I might surface as I'm ten fold curious,plus he's easy to beguile when he's in akin mood, actually last time I saw him slept was before three days on the desk, when I intend to put drowsinesss medicine in cup of coffee,as even soldier of high rank like mine won't attend to bear devilish KAMIL when he recognise that's not a pure coffee he desire, this is my second year awareness in dealing with him, there were two "why" I indulged to these tricks , first, regarding to what call in cheap media "austerity politic" due to country weak economic so what seem poor gouvernement bereft his people from somewhat still pure substantial elements in continent country markets including KAMIL's coffee type, second "why" is I was just baby pawn in military then, not like today, not as big fish as I overwhelming wish, but in all case I'm blessed to share some planes contains, lane every Wednesday at military airport with largess and fresh food, first choice all over the world oriented to big fish family to fill these glutton asses, my this week "why" is little specific, I was mindful thinking of big deal to bring over my brother hacker inquirer some materials for finition to our asset baby, I've been feeding him milk from my usual pocket salary and some ashame traffic alike every ranked officer in military,when he's been taking it from Excel hand in his field I've never seen even in military intelligence, as I suspende metaphors I'm the financial father to our ripe programs and caffeine addicter its duteous mother, he like without a unelegence beer a she, and without long hair and yellow is a monster, thus his soul is in human body.
our relationship is two B "Blood Brother",but why would soldier like me who get climb at work by kissing boss asses up, obedient trafficker, also hitman, would I consider hacker's as my blood brother his creed take gouvernement down? simple if still we have matual concord in goal. why i suport Concord would take my life to risk? more simple, i'll be sincerely frank as I say it's my family creed inherent over 4 generation.
in sake of substantial history let's take clock backward when our country won its independence in former century, my fourth grandfather MADAH BOU was supposed to be a president on his large and sofisticated bureau, but since he were oblivious of hiden courants under his knee, he sat 20 years in jail, instead of presidential castle, untill the judgement releive with straight outlined concords, in which said he could complete his intern life out the country boarder, so he accepted and let the family creed: "live on the presidential chair or die trying" to his sun SABER BOU, the second holder of the creed, his rathered manner to make his way by plain politic activity, haha poor grand father he must be raised by angel,so he didn't know that resistance party under this system pressures must kiss up for gouvernement more than loyality party, he end up hated by the most people he wanted to lead them,further more they labeled him "father of terrorism" in territory, until they found him lay died in dark room due the bad corps scent after been tortured viciously.
another defeat make gouvernement's two BOU's zero,but at least he reserved a plan B.
a plan B in my family mean inherent a posterity if self attempts failed, therefore my father find oneself obliged to influenced with idea of guidness, that's the only thing I knew from his last note, i red details about the creed of course and his name signed blew, every thing about him is mysterious island as he change my family name and send home where my third father was born and became member of military unit since I was still had milk skin surface, maybe he feared from something that's could be the reason why he didn't note how he worked for the creed in normal sheet instead of email by some how it reveal that i should read it's content in fifteen minutes and any attempt to save the email will blow the computer, well and this is the reason I have some scars on my face,I'm always curious, and I'm now"ADAM BUI" the fourth and current holder of the creed in 2049,almost half circle since the creed is alive, and i swear that I won't need plan B,cause one I hate raise baby, and I have fate in my plan A, as our life can't find another way to live without, it's everything about us even animal had one since two decade, it's a careful program exist to penetrate every planted ID in right people hand, and also the SUPER ID orient to celebrities and politicals, I don't how but I have in it and fate that I won't raise babies.
meanwhile KAMIL's playing with his lovely keyboard keys and steal a look at room lighted screens from time to another as he's preparing first program try.
"lay on the bed" MLH said while he still concentrating on his stares at screens.
"uh! why!" I might seem palyed dumb but my mind failed to get why I should lay on the bed to give the program a try.
"Okey! fine! I will go to bed...don't awake even if it's my birthday" spat in sleepy tongue as logically man who didn't sleep for three days would do.
"no! no! alright! I will lay on the bed" I said fastly as I'm super curious about how would program as my top reason to live will work"let's our baby a try "I continued.
I lied on the bed logically until I saw him tie some kind of cord get linked to the bed like I just get out of crazy hospital.
"hey! what are you doing" I tried to reach for reasonable reason to justify what he's doing
he kept pushing the cord vigorously to tight it more, careless about my speech, as i wonder where would he come with such energy while he's much like zombie than human.
"hey! i'm talking to you, let me out of this fucking cord" I sulked and had serious look as i learned in military with much furious tongue.
he kept his ignorance as he brought out a gauntlet suited my right hand as well,as I can't stretch any part of my body as I was perfectly tied, then he went back to his screens and start count down"3".
"wtf that mean" I spat as instinctly reaction as I felt some suspicious about the going on.
"2"
"what! stop!" I kept worring him as if he's going to do something will regret it,he still backward
"1"
"nooooooooo" I yelled as much as my throat could hold when I closed my eyes so taugh.
I felt my heart get down to my feet as my under pressure and fearness, and I thought if I would open my eyes it's gonna be the view of the side of life or the guantlats are made of black will ring some spirit to my body body,and he's wizard instead of hacker, course ashame because it's the end the creed I don't even inherent a plan B, wait I feel some thing tickling my right hand, I thought it's my mother, untill I open my eyes and see the sleepy face gazing at the gauntlet he put on fishy stare at my right hand and realize nothing of bad scenario happened, I'm still in the same bed, I felt alright for fraction then I heard slight voice squeeze my heart much than before "aha" followed with a slight touch at side my meddle finger.
I felt something innormal happened after that touch.
"where am I?" I spat awestrucked
" you're your ID now" HLM's said coldly
"hah! wtf am I doing in my ID" I sound out of his screens
" huh..... it's the programme process you were financing it" always sleepy
"wtf are you speaking.... the hell take me out of here"I heard my sound out from the lighting screen.
I didn't heard his reply.
" I'm fucking talking to you,fucking take me out of here" my sound come out of screen one more, as I am waiting for serious reply I heard loud snoring fullfil the room.