High Voltage Love's
Ep 24's. Laboratory
The winter air pierces the skin to the bone. Ridho was already wearing a multi-layered shirt plus a thick coat, scarf, as well as a thick knit hat and gloves. It was his first snowfall, right in Stockholm, the capital of Sweden, a country in Northern Europe known for its dark and cold winters, as if the sun was not there. Why was it precisely the bad impression Ridho had gotten for his first snow? Of course this is all for Patricia.
Antonio has contacted his closest colleague in Stockholm. His son and son-in-law will be accepted into the residence of a businessman who is also an investor for the Bocchi company. Mr. Havard Larson, a middle-aged man of Antonio's trust. Unexpectedly, he also had full access to a laboratory where the production of microchips type MX10, a type of microchip before the MX11 version found on the body Patricia. Antonio tells him they can trust him, because Mr. Larson is a good man who has always helped him.
Thick clouds hung in the sky. The atmosphere of Stockholm City was so calm, the snow-clad streets seemed deserted from passing vehicles. A driver of Mr Larson picked up Ridho and Patricia from Stockholm's Arlanda Airport, taking them to Mr Larson's residence, in Solna, close to Lake Brunnsviken.
The residence of Mr. Larson is quite spacious, from the outside looks like an ancient castle made of piles of stones. The courtyard was widely covered in snow, decorated with black tanging trees without leaves. Ridho hoped that the room inside would not be as scary as outside. Bocchi's black sedan was parked in Mr. Larson's courtyard. A servant greeted him and drove the couple into a spacious room with a burning fireplace. The atmosphere was warm inside.
“Please wait here, Mr. Larson will be here soon,” said the male servant.
Ridho and Patricia nodded simultaneously.
Not long after, a servant lady presented them with a pot of hot tea, along with the cup. The two sipped a mint-flavored chamomile tea that instantly warmed their bodies.
“You've met Mr Larson?” ask Ridho to his wife.
“I'm not sure. It seems like once, maybe when I was a kid.” Patricia took another sip of her tea and put it back on top of the cup holder.
A large tall middle-aged man with grayed hair and bewok entered the room. He wore a sand suit, which walked over as he sipped his burning cigar, then gave the cigar to his servant.
Ridho bowed slightly in his honor.
“You're Patricia?” ask the man.
“Ya right.”
“You grew fast once. Last time we met, you were still this tall,” he said pointing to his waist, his tone sounding friendly.
Patricia smiled as she did not remember at all.
“And you must be Mr Effendi, husband of Patricia?” tanyanya made sure, she stuck out her hand. Soon Ridho welcomed his burly-looking hand.
“Betul, Mr Larson!”
“Antonio told me everything. You guys stay here first. Tomorrow we'll head to the lab at Danderyds. Be rested. The waiter will prepare all your needs. Don't hesitate, just think of it as your own home!” he said it looks convincing.
“Thank you very much, Mr Larson!” said Ridho and Patricia together.
The waiter who greeted them earlier, now drove them to the second floor to their bedroom. This house looked quiet, very similar to the Bocchi mansion. The red carpet runs along the second-floor hallway. Leading paintings stuck to the wall. Only, this building seemed to be older than the Bocchi residence.
Ridho and Patricia hang their coats on a wooden hanger modeled like a tree branch located at the end of the bedroom room. This room is really warm. The mattress covered with a thick blanket is very tempting to lie on it. Ridho's body felt weak after almost a day more continue to be in the air. Even his head was still dizzy. The man immediately moisturized his body on the mattress, as was his habit.
“Honey! Can you clean your body before you take a break?” Patricia began to protest against her husband's bad habits.
“Aah, alright!” he said limp, while stepping his heavy legs into the bathroom.
Patricia nodded at her husband's behavior. He knew Ridho would wash his hands and feet. The man was too lazy to clean his entire body. Sure enough, he quickly went out and immediately went back to sleep on the bed curtained, a few seconds later he heard a strong breath sign that he had crossed into another world.
The smell of hot soup smelled on Ridho's nose when he felt he had enough rest. The man woke up and saw Patricia sitting on a chair while preparing their lunch.
“The server sent this earlier,” he explained without asking.
“You don't rest?”
“Have, I woke up first,” he replied as he poured the soup containing the vegetable into a bowl.
Ridho got out of his bed and sat down in front of his wife.
“Alright, Mrs Effendi!”
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Ridho looked at the sky that looked sad and dark. True what people talk about the city of Stockholm, the sun like reluctant to visit this city. While the winter is just beginning, what if it is at its peak? The man hoped that his business would be finished soon and left this cold city in search of the warm rays of the sun.
“Come we leave!” take Mr. Larson.
Ridho and Patricia nodded simultaneously. The two enter a large black van with a comfortable interior. The car is still produced by Bocchi. Damian was right, the vehicle produced by Ridho's in-laws company filled the road a lot. Mr. Larson is definitely one of the biggest suppliers here.
“I already consider your father as my brother,” said Mr. Larson suddenly.
“I am very satisfied with the production of Bocchi company and their innovations. Hearing the Bastille steal your data, I deeply regret it. I don't like that guy, full of intrigue and foul strategy. So I'm gonna help you guys. If I could, I would immediately kill him if I met him directly,” he said again.
Ridho was quite surprised by Mr. Larson's last statement. It never even crossed his mind at all. He just wants Patricia to quickly escape from the microchip embedded in it, then go anywhere Dominic will not be able to know.
“What microchips here are legal to use?” ask Ridho/
“Yes, last year our government made it official for the convenience of its citizens' transactions,” explained Mr. Larson
“Have you heard of the side effects of using that microchip, Mister?”
“There are a few cases here. Hacking ever occurs in people quite well-respected, there are also those who are stricken with autoimmune when releasing microchips forcibly because the tissue in their body is damaged.”
“What do you yourself plant it in your body?”
“No, I don't want to take that risk. I have a lot of technology for my own sake, and the government has no right to interfere in my personal affairs!” obviously again.
Ridho.
“Who made that microchip technology the first time?”
“This technology was first created by Biomac International five years ago. Then developed by IT company, Epicentrum, until finally inaugurated by the government.”
“Have you ever seen how to install this microchip into the human body?”
“I've only ever seen the tool, it's a kind of box-shaped syringe, then they inject the microchip into human body tissue.”
It turns out that the trip to Danderyd from the residence of Mr. Larson is not far, it only takes about fifteen minutes. They arrived at a large building in the middle of the forest. The lab still belongs to Biomac International, the first microchip maker. Larson took them to see Dr. Ivan Osterlund, head of the lab here.
“This is Mr. Effendi and his wife Patricia Bocchi,” Larson said introducing the two to Doctor Osterlund.
Mr. Larson told me everything in Swedish about what happened to Patricia. His arrival here was to bring out the microchip lodged in his neck. He hoped Doctor Osterlund could help him.
Mr. Osterlund took Patricia to a large room, similar to when the woman was scanned by a strange machine that exposed her inner tissues. Osterlund carefully examined the shape of the microchip which turned out to be the latest version of the previous type. It does not know the specifications and what the differences are with the old type. Even so, judging from its similar shape, he was sure that he could take it out with the same tools as the previous type.
“I have seen the shape and in detail from the surface, this object remains similar to the MX10 version. I'm sure I can get it out, but I doubt the risk because it's so close to the nervous system in the neck. We've never done it there at all.”
DEG. Ridho's heart pounded hearing Dr. Osterlund.
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