Abstractal Nature: Diaries

Sunday Again

"Hoam. mm.."

Marcel yawning. In the morning he was lazily sitting in front of a table that had a glass of cereal available. He let the maker splash in the bathroom, there Jihan did not close the door in the clean-up activity.

Marcel sipped a drink without a care tangled in his pajamas arms. Fill the glass is an economical menu, not his favorite. He asked Jihan for brewing the Orange-flavored cereal. Jihan agreed without giving a reason. Marcel told me what his favorite drink was.

"Gue likes chocolate, honey."

"Yes! Ntar buy it. I'm also dying mah, Sel."

"Chocolate..! By allah."

"Yes!!"

Marcel silent blow-nipple contents mug. His gaze then led to the tableware rack that was roomy with the dining table, staring at the glasses and dishes.

Marcel may want to protest too, because usually the container he hangs, Jihan actually tipped the glasses.

"Said not have to clean up, even dirapiin," comments Marcel on the existing neatness.

Marcel turned towards the refrigerator. The door there is a message paper. Nothing has changed, but more has.

Marcel sipped his coffees again.

Slrups..

"Darling?" said Marcel again. "You're missing the fridge?"

"Yes, Beb. The grocery list!"

Marcel didn't chim in, smiling to himself. They were both equally strange if they continued chatting. Perhaps in her mind, Jihan thought of as the other side of her who leaned towards femininity, telling shopping for those who read refrigerator messages. Ririn rarely comes.

I don't know, the two girls were rarely long in their manly moments. They are two virgins who have been independent as it seems, do not bother the stock.

Marcel got up with a mug, not wanting to spend it there. While passing through the bathroom, Jihan came out while rubbing her hair as usual. Marcel who was passing by was instantly hysterized.

"Yes, Bebeb is awake!"

"Dwelling. Trusses.. Who did you say that to?" ask Marcel.

"Br..! Cold Beb. Cini. minca.."

Jihan put a towel on her shoulder. He snatches the glass from Marcel's hand, then pokes his lips and mel*mat Marcel's mouth.

Marcel welcomes Jihan's kiss.

Cyciuph..! The cyipph!

After k*lum, the two smile at each other. They looked bright afterwards.

Jihan returned the cup to Marcel.

"Thank you.. Unch!" manyun Jihan on the face in front of him with a fizzy.

After turning his lips, Jihan breezed towards the room with her body still pajamas, continued handukan.

Marcel looked at the lusid without directly asking, he was like he had just seen Jihan, like a newly kissed fellow girl.

Marcel is now sitting in front of the monitor finished putting his coffee there. No keyboard, Marcel can also directly turn on the LCD with Morse code - it, touch the fingertips.

The monitor turns on, serving a login page alias two bar fields of stuffing. There seemed to be points present filling. Before long the screen changed the display of the desktop screen.

Dii. iit! Dit!

Marcel used the index end to touch the cross-person shortcut, his community icon.

Didiits!

Now it appears on the screen several folders and their respective names. There is one shortcut with a lens-camera logo, the icon title MY ROOM. Marcel took the shortcut.

Didiits!

The walking stream highlights the girl's room space. Seen in his bed, Jihan was lying with regular breathing aka sleep.

Marcel propped up his chin, his fingers scraping the surface of the table, focusing the spotlight on the face there. He controlled the direction of the camera and seemed to have mastered its features.

Jihan slapped the skin of her hands and scratched the marks afterwards. He changed his sleeping position. Jihan swiped her cheeks against the pillow she was holding, then before long she was comfortable, still asleep again.

"Hhh-hh! Sora.. Kebo is also a man. Jogging even ngorok."

Beres turned to Jihan, Marcel moved his finger again. The live screen is shifted to the corner of the monitor. Marcel put it there in a minimaze screen, kept it in check.

"Bukain chat room group dong."

Sidit!

Ten million unread messages. Will you read it later?

"Archipine, Ma'am. If it does not fit, buy a new room with a profit balance."

Archived history

"Hhh many people, still gini gini chatnya. Ma'am, puterin dong file uploaded the Mustang. What the hell are they talking about now?"

Sidit!

"Udah. Sodara-sodari, the gap we have patched, closed according to the Server protocol. The color of this ijo is the leaking point. Externally derived in xyz coordinates: xyz (some, encoded with many numbers and understood only by the reader). So safe until now. Bang Scope has signed it herself. Don't worry anymore, who's the soloter."

"Hhh.. It was Ex Two Thousand," commented Marcel, looking more poultice. I don't know where that conclusion came from, maybe I've seen similar cases.

On that screen, the core of the Server leaked.

There are many nomands successfully gagged by Enfield. There are also reports belonging to other snailers, that Enfield had a slight error while receiving the xmatter supply from Snail. Endfiel's dev team is grateful for the reports they received, and is still working on finding the weaknesses of the new formula.

The more here, the more public chat. One hundred messages per minute, that means almost two chats pop up every second.

Marcel observes a cloud of graphics or a computer-encoded Kencana portal Server. The fog is their reality. Can not be controlled, predicted, or read other than by the Indri board. It can also be referred to as the future, events later in the future sourced from the Kencana.

"You should've understood this, Han. Raven knows you don't understand our reality yet" Marcel muttered as he stared at the room's CCTV screen. "Then he benefits your ignorance. Not wise given the facilities, not too crashing anyway, Han. This Raven. Hhhh.."

Marcel quietly leaned back, he noticed Jihan. The friend was still asleep hugging the bolster of his room.

"Open the file.. anjrit!" marcel's look, sleepy in his seat, his shoulder patted someone.

"Sori." said the woman in her 40s, a paper-glass, A4-size transparent monitor.

"Hhhhhh.."

"Asese is here, Mom. Salary slips plus new tasks. Healthy?"

"Yes," said Marcel grabbing the proffered object, it looked still dag-dig-dug, but hidden. "Thank God, Lus."

Marcel put his thumb on the fingerprint icon. He also continued the sentence that had been cut earlier for his LCD. "Open the boarding file, Ma'am."

Sidit!

The monitor, according to him, displays three mission lines, one of which is pictured portal Kencana, the portal that was viral in the chat room earlier.

"Thanks. I'm fine, ma'am."

"Welcome-home. Don't forget to open the door."

The set!

The woman in the office suit teleported, carrying paper-glass that required Marcel's physical aka signatures.

"Move to valdisk room, Ma'am."

Displace

"Once again, let's get the desktop."

Save command

Marcel stood gulping down his orange cereal. He spent up to the waste.

Then arriving in the kitchen, Marcel put an empty mug in the wash sink next to the shelf.

Marcel walked into the room. He came in and closed the door from the inside.

Clekh..!

Marcel then took the remote under the big LCD wall.

White bongsor body wrapped in pajamas was slammed into the bed, Marcel then raised his left leg to Jihan's hip. He pressed down on the remote, pointing it at a flattened screen mounted on the wall of the room.

Didiits!

Marcel moved his body, shifting slightly until his body was attached to Jihan's back. The legs also move and bend at the knees of a sleeping friend.

"I'd like to read the assignment first, honey."

Marcel listened to the description of the task, his feet rubbing against Jihan's calf. The one in his arms held the leg, uninterrupted alias silent scratched while holding Marcel's thigh.

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