Horizon Event

Time to crack the code

The sound of the school bell has rung melodious, signalling that today's lesson is over. All students are ready to leave the class. Classes have felt lonely and only extra activities as usual that are outside school activities. Some have gone home and some have stayed.

Surabaya, July 4, 2018, 15:05…

The three of them decided to go straight to his club room to break the code. Before that, the book that Anna was told about was already obtained, while they were in the school library.

They chatted while walking in the corridor of the second-floor school.

“Andi, said your sister will come to school today?”

“Yes, today my sister is coming. But, it doesn't look yet?”

Suddenly, a girl dressed in Junior High, her cute face with short straight pigtailed hair, she approached Andi with light and relaxed footsteps. He was Ira who wanted to surprise her brother from behind, while bringing a deep black crackle.

Ira, who was getting ready, took the position of the horses and was ready to hit and jump him, while making a loud noise.

“Kakkkkk..!”.

Andi spontaneously jumped on the spot, then complained of a short breath while stroking his chest, he reprimanded Ira while making an angry voice.

“Ira, don't ngagetin sister, dong!”

“After sister, I saw from behind sister smiling.”

Andi pressed down on his own face, his mouth like the shape of a fish mouth.

“Is my face always like this?”

“Don't that be it, brother? Strange sister.”

Suddenly Andi was distressed by the words Ira said while hiding behind a wall, she said while thinking.

“What is my face this weird?”

Without any clear direction, the four of them continued on their way.

After they reached the front of the club room, they immediately entered and put down their bags, while looking for a comfortable seat. In position, Ridwan sat at his computer desk, while Andi and Ira sat next to each other, then Emilia sat opposite Andi.

“Ok Ridwan, which book I want to see!”

Ridwan picked up the book he had brought in his bag, and gave it to Andi.

“This is Dioscorides and Antipater of Mix : The World.”

“Andi, where's the map?”

“Oh yes, until forgot.”

Andi who was cool to read the book, he took the map in his bag, then put it in the middle of the table. Emilia who knew Ridwan was playing his computer, she showed him her face which was already at close range in anger, making a loud voice.

“OE! Ridwan. Here you! Not there!”

Ridwan hurried to his feet, stepped forward, circled the other side of the table and stopped right beside Emilia, with a trembling face, he sat there. Altered sitting position, round table confers.

“First we find part of the poem, part 58.”

Andi opened the book slowly, as their eyes looked at the passage being read. After a long time, they looked for it and the atmosphere became more and more serious. They have finally found the poetry passage already described by Miss Anna, yups the 58th part of the poem. A loud voice from Ridwan, while his finger pointed towards the part of the poem's sentence.

“This is it, part 58.”

After finding the 58th part of the poem, they read it aloud, the poem was too long and the words were a little difficult for them to understand. After Andi read it and understood it slowly, at the right moment he was shocked.

“Why sister?”

“Most of his poems. Heheheh.

Andi answered him with a smiling face towards her sister.

“What's the cirain? Don't worry about dong!”

“Iya. If this continues, may not meet with the code.”

Emilia spoke to herself in her lazy tone, feeling tired, she while looking through the codes and books that were on the table. Ridwan looked at the code, he thought as he put his hand to the end of his chin.

“Wait! Wait up! Waitaminute! This mukinkah!”

Ridwan spoke loudly while putting on a serious face thinking about something, as if his serious face had stolen the attention of the three of them who were engulfed in confusion. Emilia greeted him with a curious face.

“What's Ridwan doing, you found something?”

“Try here the book and the map! I want to see one more time.”

Ridwan picked up his book and turned the paper back slowly, looking at the number on the map IX-58. He who is serious seeks one by one the gaps of the poem with the roman numerals.

“It turns out right, those roman numerals?”