Benalu's Son-in-law Turns Out to be a Genius Hacker
Chapters 20. All-around
From this afternoon until tonight Stefan stayed waiting for the order in an ordinary place, accompanying John who seemed to have lost a friend, but had only been left two three days.
“I want to raise money, keep buying laptops," said John expectantly.
“You now know enough about the world of IT. Make the most of your knowledge, John.”
“Many freelance jobs on the internet. Besides, I'm getting tired of working on the asphalt. If possible I want to work in front of a laptop only.”
“Enjoy, Friend. Buy a good laptop. Let's not change again.”
“Ready!” Suddenly John frowned while rubbing his chin. John asked a very interesting question. “You're smart IT. You should be rich, Stef.”
John had previously thrown a question like that to Stefan, or maybe the answer at that time had not satisfied John so he had to repeat it again.
“You must remember, John. I don't want to make money dirty. If you want, of course now I have billions of dollars, but, what next will I live quietly?”
Stefan works not just on money, but on character building, how he can be a smart and authoritative man, and respected by many.
With his genius, he could have broken into an ATM machine without having to touch it directly. If he wanted to, he would easily suck up the balances of countless customers.
Right now, Stefan just wants to fix his name in the eyes of the person who has demeaned him. Despite being repeatedly humiliated and ridiculed, Stefan did not give up, will keep trying.
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Alifha is a hooded girl who looks melancholic, but her mouth is spicy too. When she saw Kay and Frans sitting in front of the boarding house, Alifha approached them.
“Whoa man without clothes! Stop you two pranking Stefan and laughing at him. Do you two know that he's a programmer in my office?”
Kay and Frans were stunned.
“IT?” Kay's eyes were round like donuts.
“You're kidding! He was just a pathetic ojol who pretended to live in an elite boarding school.”
Shortly after, Stefan arrived. Her in-laws' motorcycle engine died, and Stefan got off. He was a bit surprised, why is Alifha like a BK teacher in front of Kay and Frans?
“Jol? You're a programmer?” Kay got up and approached Stefan.
“If so, we both want to ask for help. You see, the last few days it's like someone's been tapping our phones. It's weird.”
“Betul. We were embarrassed by that hacker. Help us.
These two men are beating.
“You two are quite obedient with my words earlier,” cerocos Alifha as if Stefan already knew what the talk was.
Stefan put his hand in his pants pocket. He watched the faces of the two men, then said, “Originally you stopped mocking me and stopped also doing evil to me, to others as well.”
“But, you promised to secure us from that malicious hacker.” Frans was like a beggar. His face was thin and hopeful.
“Padahan, we both studied Management Informatics.”
Stefan rubbed his neck which is okay. Hearing that statement, his eel wrinkled three.
Stefan hasn't spoken yet, Alifha's ambushing again. “Gosh!” Alifha patting jidat. “Saddening once. How can a mentalist get hypnotized ha?!” Alifha's ruffled around like a duck.
Stefan wanted to laugh but was afraid of sin. Both of his lips hardened holding something. Then there was a small snort once in a while. Not wanting to make Kay and Frans offended by Alifha's taunts, Stefan threw his gaze towards the boarding fence.
While turning his black eyes from left to right, Alifha continued, “You guys are like a child who wants to play ball with professional players, eh even got under the cover of being slaughtered. Don't judge from the cover only!”
“I'll find the hackers and I'll teach them a lesson. How dare he's been peeping at a snot boy.” Stefan went up the stairs, then told Alifha to go to his boarding house.
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In the morning, before leaving for work, Alifha suddenly knocked on Stefan's boarding door. Stefan opened the door.
“What's up, Alifha?”
“Of course not. Can I help you?”
The intention of Alifha's arrival just wanted to find out information about Stefan, why Stefan could be treated arbitrarily in the office, even worse the separation of residence from his wife.
At first Stefan did not want to tell about his personal and household problems, but when judging that Alifha is a good and trustworthy person, so Stefan slowly told one by one the problem.
After all, Alifha already knew a little about the profile of Stefan, the favorite adopted grandson of Grandpa Sanjaya who was very proud, but had been hit by a heartwarming calamity.
Just this time Stefan shared his privacy with someone else. By recounting his complaints, Stefan somewhat felt plong and relieved. A free psychological therapy is to tell the problem that is being faced to the right person.
No more than thirty minutes Alifha sat listening to Stefan's story. The day will soon enter at seven in the morning.
“Sorry for telling you too much.”
“I thank you, Alifha. Just this time I feel calm even though the problem still remains.”
Alifha smile. “You have to be strong to deal with it, Stefan. Mr. Bobby just wants to make you hard and embarrassed there.”
“I thought like that. But, I still try and keep trying to change their judgment towards me. I want to be well received in the Sanjaya Family.”
“The key is only with Grandpa Sanjaya. My advice, you better tell me everything without anything covered up to Grandpa Sanjaya.”
Good advice, but Stefan's not a whiny boy who likes to complain. That way is not right for him. Because for him there will still be another way.
“Alifha, you don't show up too much to defend me in the office. It's feared you'll be just like Grace.”
“Yes, I get it, Stefan. I'll keep my distance. I hope they don't know that we're neighbors.”
When he arrived at the parking lot of the office, not yet dead his motorcycle engine, the taunts poked into Stefan's eardrum. A dozen employees consisting of security, office staff and superiors were sitting in coffee on a motorcycle seat.
“Reliable programmers we have arrived.” The man breathed out the smoke of his skirt.
“Computer technician”
“Service officer AC.”
“Buggler.”
“Buy lunch.”
“Office workers.”
“Cable connector break.”
“Fillers ink printer.”
“Ha-ha-ha.”
“Bags dirty table.”
“Si barista.”
“Wah original multi-talenta well. Not play!”
Stefan could only hold his breath. A coward? Oh, Stefan's not scared. Because, if he fought back, it would be more dangerous. Silence does not mean fear.
Stefan kept strengthening himself.
Sure enough, just arriving in front of the receptionist, Stefan had already got an order to help the technician who was repairing the broken elevator.
“Quick!” tell the technician.
Stefan rushed into his room, then put down his bag. Keep going back to the location. Did Stefan refuse? He might not refuse. Is Stefan weak? Without character? Clearly wrong. Because if his patience runs out, I don't know what will happen to everyone in this office building.
