Centrifugals

Eps. 4: Conversations

The long awaited day finally arrived.

I woke up because the notification from twitter was not stopping, and it all came from Vivi who somehow sent me so many chats, but Vivi never like this. Maybe he needs a chat about his family again?

Finally, with a makeshift life I tried to get up and grab the phone I was charging all night. From the notification that appears on the lock screen, Vivi looks enthusiastic and fun the same new thing that she wants to share with me, just hit it lightning fast I open twitter out of curiosity. And it turned out that, in that sleepy morning, my consciousness had instantly recovered completely!

Vivi girang is not playing, it turns out she got access to become a member of the mysterious website that is again viral from one of the collectors of her paintings which happens to be the VIP of the website. From the chat field, Vivi gives a photo of a card containing QR code to access the login to the website earlier and automatically become a new member there. Not only that, it turns out Vivi was also invited to the privacy chat room there stated that there will be a multi-billion dollar prize game next week!

I was wide open not to play, for a moment I asked Vivi about what she would do afterwards, whether she immediately believed in this website or not. The problem... The prizes offered by this website are really beyond reason, what games will they offer to their players later? Actually, I suspect and curious, if Vivi came to this game, what happened to Vivi after?

But here Vivi does not care about anything, she believes that the game is official because she can access it from the collector of paintings that she knows for often buying the latest paintings Vivi. Vivi also said that this collector often communicates with Vivi and always offers every Vivi released her latest work.

"Gue will ask again to my painting collector if we can get 1 more invitation card or not, if I can I want to take you, Ram!" So typed Vivi enthusiastically, as long as we communicated that day, Vivi always updates to me about anything that is discussed in private chat he and the new VIP member in the chat group. Although I have said many times I don't want to know because it's privacy, but Vivi still shares everything they talk about.

As far as I can see based on every screenshot that Vivi shares, it appears that in the group chat there are 9 other members including Vivi, Vivi, and they are also happy but confused because they can get an invitation card to this website. Some members seem to know each other, and some others just so silent reader, they listen to every chat that other members discuss there. Vivi is one of those who have a variety of questions.

It felt strange, at once there was a rather unusual air felt from their chatter. And... Why are there no admins or insiders from this website who join the chat group?

But yes it is. I can only ask Vivi to take care of herself and be careful if at any time they all meet. After that, Vivi and I did not share messages with each other again when it did not feel like the afternoon had begun, given that I had an appointment with Grace at the Cafe that she had set, he said, I also prepared with clothes and shoes.

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Streets filled with traffic from various kinds of people who spill out either where they go, their destination, and the Cafe I want to go to includes a new Cafe around here that was completed approximately 2 months ago. The name kinda reminds me of one of the characters I've read, but I don't write more, maybe by chance.

At 7:50 am I arrived accompanied by a smooth white Grace hand welcome, she sat in one of the chairs she had prepared in all-black clothes that covered her proportional body. I timidly sat down in front of her, Grace greeting kindly while directly ordering a drink for both of us.

"You're the one on time too Rama, I'm happy, usually guys like ngaret." He said to melt the atmosphere, I just laughed a little while replying with a few words, "ah just join aja sak, so it can come more flat." And Grace replied by validating my words followed by a sweet little laugh, but... After that the look on Grace's face turned rather serious, "Rama, there was previously something important that I wanted to reiterate to you." I also took it seriously.

"What brother?" Ask me, "from this moment on don't call me sister again, call me Grace, okay?" The insider, after that he smiled again showing the hue on his cheek, I blushed. "Se-seriously call me by name?" Saying I tried to convince her, Grace immediately nodded for sure, "yes! Grace yes, different age we are not 10 years more know, so relax." He answered while winking his left eye. Gu-go... It feels like fainting! Like there are butterflies flying in this stomach, and the heart also does not stop beating, in this cool room I sweat because of nervousness.

But I immediately clenched my hands lying under the table firmly, I must act not tempted! I can't show that I'm actually impressed by Grace's sweetness. "Gue can!" Said I was impregnating.

A little while later, our drinks came, and Grace began to continue our conversation. "So Rama, lately I pay attention to your daily life in the store, and in my eyes, somehow you are a hardworking guy who works very hard with you. You're cool, Ram." Shit, I can't help but tremble if this is how!

But stay cool, please.

"I'm just saying that there's a jobdesk, not something special."

"It's the same for you that's different for me, I've told you that I also have the same difficulties as you in the past, so... I understand exactly what you're doing while working at the department store." Grace's eyes looked me deeply, and the clasped hands began to draw closer to my left hand on the table. I tried to look back, but I lost and couldn't. Finally my eyes can only look at his forehead which is not less smooth than his hands.

"Rama?" Call him, I'm surprised.

"Ah yes?!"

"Don't dream dong, think what, anyway? Here's the story, don't hesitate, just assume we're coming." God again.

Fu*d. How would he not salting if he said dating?! I want to explode my heart.

"Ker-ja in the department store is heavy, the risk of lost goods and minus money is a major daily problem, but if not lived, I also do not know what else to work." Answer me, try as natural as possible.

"I understand, Rama." Right, the back of the right palm he slapped the back of my left palm gently. Die me!

I can only swallow saliva slowly for fear that he was horrified or noticed my jakun who went up and down earlier.

"Thank you, I understand, G-Grace." I stammered, my head bowed.

"Yes, I really want to help your problems, but I also do not want to make you feel offended by me. My intention is to make your life change."

Hold still... I became aware of my initial goal to make more deket same Grace, I just want if I have to mengulik old job that makes him have so much money to be able to retire early.

"I'm actually interested in your old job, Grace." Shoot me suddenly to the point, my nervous face seems to disappear, changing with my ambitious face against money.

I'm still to the point, "i'm ready, I want to be able to retire in youth and enjoy life like you." I said firmly.

"Okay, I like brave guys like you." Grace pulled her right hand out of my hand, and then she changed her sitting position and took something from her bag. And from inside the bag, the soft fingers reached out, also pointing a black card with a mysterious logo in the middle towards me.

"Take it, Rama." Grace's orders.

I also received a card the size of this poker card with a logo that reads, 'Centrifugal' in the middle. In my daydream, I muttered to myself, "Centrifugal?" Her name is.a bit familiar. And my head was back to look at Grace.

"Yes, Centrifugal. It was the name of a company that made me live as quietly as I am now." Grace leaned back into her chair while drinking her drink with a straw.

"Sorry Grace, can I be an accountant at this company?" I asked so naively, and predictably the next scene, Grace chuckled because she thought I was funny.

"Rama, the company I used to work for is a bit different from other companies. There, I used to be a player of a smart-fighting game where if you could finish all the games, all the money the company, or... More precisely Boss prepare could be ours, completely. Easy, right? Similar to the game show on TV, Ram. Easy money."

The games... Adu's smart?

"You play the game, keep winning and get rich, is that it?!" My lick.

Grace nodded slowly, "right!"

"Certain your status now what is in this company? How can you give me a recommendation?"

"Hmm, I'm now a VIP company."

A VIP?! A moment! With reflex I flipped the mysterious card that Grace loved, and sure enough... From behind this card it turns out there is a QR code exactly the same as what Vivi showed this morning. Then it means I have access to the mysterious website that is again viral!

"Grace! It has something to do with that mysterious website, right?!" I said quickly, Grace slightly showed a surprised expression, but she immediately turned calm and instead gave me a nimble clap. "Truly! Congratulations to Rama!" Said happy.

"You're serious? You're the VIP of this website?!" Ask me again to make sure.

Grace squinted, "a million percent I'm serious, Rama."

I was silent for a while too.

"Rama, there you will pair with a partner that you can choose. The condition is, you have to be compact to be able to complete all the games to completion, there too, you will play 5 games that the level of difficulty is not predictable. If you can win 3 of the 2 games, you count as a champion." Grace Obviously.

"But if I lose?"

"You're home, that's it, simple right?"

"How long does the game last?"

Grace corrected her sitting position again, "at least 3 days, at most 1 week. Depending on how you all finish the game, that's obviously a 1-month limit."

"Where's the place?"

"You don't have to worry, Rama, everything will be explained when you scan the QR from behind the card. I can only give you this limited clue, the rest you find out for yourself."

"Okay then, thank you very much, Grace."

Grace smiled broadly, "thank you come back, good luck!"

Long story short, our conversation was complete, when we wanted to pay our drink bill at the cashier, the cashier refused the money I gave, he said... "Don't worry, all guests mbak Grace free to drink here, because he's the owner of this cafe."

I was shocked again for the umpteenth time. From her seat, Grace simply waved her hand with a seductive smile.

In my daydream, I murmured.

"He. Righteous. Richly rich."