Find Me in 1000 Years

Meetings

"Eh, there's nothing, right?" Ken immediately pulled his hand.

"Eh, yes." The woman bit off the last piece of her sandwich and drank mineral water from the bottle. "Come, we're back." He stood up.

The young man sipped an ice tea that stayed a bit out of a plastic glass in hand. "Mk."

They walk home. Ken was a little stiff with the woman because he didn't know what to say. He could only remain silent while thinking about the incident.

What was with my hand, actually? Can he swallow a little bird? Jeez .. when my hand is all I know can only treat a wound or a broken bone. A bird? But he went into nowhere because I didn't feel anything. Ken looked down and looked at his hand.

Did the magician do that too? But .. ah, I feel so out of my mind. If it wasn't for looking at myself, I would have felt this self was completely insane.

"My brother, if he's alive, he'll be your age, Ken." Irish started a conversation.

"Oh. A male?"

"Yes." Yeah." Then the woman's steps came to a halt and looked at Ken.

"Mmd? What's?"

The woman suddenly approached from the side and embraced Ken. He ruffled the young man's bangs.

"Gee!" the young man was upset. He tried to shake Irish's hand.

"Sometimes, you remind me of him." The woman smiled widely.

Ken, who was shocked to hear the woman's words, could only remain silent. Again they stepped home until they got to the front of the building where they lived, but they did not enter immediately.

The young man watched Irish who was staring at the motorbike they were riding on yesterday. The motorbike was parked right next to the building. A small alley.

"Can you bring a motor?" Suddenly the question came out of the woman's mouth.

"No."

"Mmh, want to learn?"

"What?"

"It's important to you too."

Ken only scratched his head because if he refused, practically the woman would force it. Free to ask too. "Whatever."

Five minutes later they were back on the motorbike, splitting the highway and visiting the park yesterday. Behind the park there is a wide field like a basketball court that is not used, because the ring to enter the ball is no longer there.

Irish stopped there and both went down. "Now it's your turn ahead" he said.

Ken complied and now he was the one holding the wheel while the woman was hugging at the back while hugging her waist. A little bit uncomfortable but he had to let it.

Irish tells each of the objects that are on the motor and then its uses. Then he asked the young man to run it. "It's a bike ride, isn't it?"

"Either."

"good. Start with this first."

Ken began to listen to the woman's instructions and run his motorbike. He can run slowly. Move straight, turn, then get out of the field to the highway. "Eh, we're going to the highway." Give year.

"Forward."

"Eh?"

"We're heading straight for the place to stay."

"What?" Ken looked.

"Can't you?"

"Oh, where did you guys end up?" the man tried to be friendly.

"Exercise. What's up?" ask Irish flat.

Ken who did not want to interfere, immediately stepped to the front door.

"Oh, can we talk?" ask Vicky to the woman.

"Are we not talking?"

"I mean ... somewhere else."

"not now. We have a meeting soon, right, with the chairman?"

"Eh, yes, but this is for a minute."

"Vic, sorry. I haven't had a shower." The woman immediately left Vicky.

The man rushed after Irish. "For a moment, time can't? Or after the meeting?" It aligns steps.

"I don't know. I can't promise." The woman's face looks very flat. Vicky had no idea what was going through that woman's mind.

The man immediately confronted him. "Ok, but please take the time. It's important."

The woman scrunched her forehead. "Look at it later," he said leaving the bule man.

Half an hour later, all the team members had gathered around the table and Jack started to stand leading the meeting. A laptop screen is opened and operated by Devan. After that, it is faced by everyone.

Jack sat down at the table. "This is our target jewel the jewel of Ainun Zah. The jewel came yesterday from the Arab lands. His guard is very strict because it belongs to the royal descendants of the Arab family. It's on display at New York City's National Museum."

They see the footage on the laptop. A large, pomegranate-red gem with an oval shape was placed on a small, tall table, inside an open black box. The jewel is placed in the middle of the room with a divider. Visitors can only see it from a certain distance.

"An Arab man wanted the jewel and he hired us. Today the museum is open to the public and there are many visitors. Yes, Ken. How's your preparations?"

All eyes were on the young man, making him flutter. "Eh, I ...." The young man scratched his head and glanced at Irish who let him bewildered alone. "So far can do the exercises given. Yes," he said as it is.

Jack smiled flatly. "Good, there are others who support their work, hoping to work when needed. Okay, Devan. You got the frame structure?" Jack turned to Devan.

Ken took a breath. While the meeting was still going on, he recalled the incident just now. He was a little surprised to be the first to be asked. Thankfully, the question is not difficult. Irish only smiled looking at the young man who was a little panicked by the question earlier.

"... Ok, so we'll start operating at one o'clock tonight."

"What?" Ken muttered. He looked at the woman, but he could not ask.

"Irish, come here for a second" call Jack.

The meeting was over and everyone broke up. Ken was forced to disperse because the woman was busy discussing things with Jack, so the young man chose to return to the room.

Why operate in the hours of sleeping people anyway? Ah, just interrupt! What ... Should I take a nap?

Suddenly someone pulled him, then opened the door and pushed him into the room. The young man was surprised because the one who did that was Vicky, a bule who often had a cowboy hat. "Eh, what's wrong?"

"Don't wait for you to be new here, you're power-supporting huh! Just because everyone works for you doesn't mean you're a favorite kid! YOU are that, nothing more than a STUPID beginner! You were chosen because your body is thin and can enter through that pipe. If not, you're nobody! Remember, YOU'RE NOBODY!!!" The man pointed at Ken's face furiously.

The young man was naturally shocked to hear the man's statement. He was there because he had to, not his choice. Why was he accused of seeking face and power-support? Where did the man's thought come from to think so? "Eh, I'm sorry but I think you're mistaken."

"What?!!" The man grew furious. He pushed Ken's shoulder violently. "You think I'm blind, you're trying to be nice in front of the Irish, heh!"

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Yuk, to this novel.