HTTP 404'S

Chapter #35

Shades of reddish orange space afternoon, now it has turned pitch dark. The room served as a bedroom, kitchen, living room, dressing room, as well as a dining room in the construction area and away from the bus stop, the, moreover, the terminal and station have been filled again by the presence of the host.

Black iris and somewhat exhausted Reid Cutler since five minutes ago just busy daydreaming for nothing. Reid looked at the ceiling. If they—tripleks— was given the opportunity to be able to feel the name alive, they would have long been shy.

“Do I need to search?”

Reid quit his lying show. He with a capital pulse and internet package that is on the edge of the horn to switch to open the main search engine Mbah Giggle.

The conversation of three visitors at 1#Txias Siber Cafe this morning really disturbed him all day. The work activity on construction land owned by the company Ardour-C Group which was not up to three hours, even repeatedly received a fine reprimand, as well as a slightly high-pitched.

Not to mention the lack of return error and twice scanning the labels of countless groceries has happened how many on the Smart Smiley Mart. Aunt Smith would not want to change the task of guarding the cashier table when she realized that Reid's mind was very unfocused.

“Eh? What's the matter?”

Both of Reid's thick black eyebrows suddenly docked to the extreme. He was very confused by the view of the screen of his old phone. Obviously it's not just a typo. Because the problem is, the series of words spoken by visitors in the Ulrich Ka’aukai work shift was successful throughout the entire day in his head.

He even though he has also typed in great detail about the symptoms of palpitations, the face is also the nape of the neck and the lobe that heats up, and do not forget, the junior of his pride who suddenly woke up full of energy.

But, not the article containing the logical and minimal answers is still debatable that Reid obtained. Instead, just a blank page with a variety of doodles funny snobs written big numbers ‘404’ and the sentence ‘Oops, Page Not Found!’.

“Page not found?! Tsk, right. Leonna turned out to be just a bug and virus that as soon as possible must be destroyed!”

Poor Reid. It is not bugs and viruses that actually make the page of the article that he opened show the HTTP 404 error report. But indeed when Mbah Giggle has published news of the damage on some sites.

In addition, such articles rarely appear in the main search engine Mbah Giggle. So, there will be more and more repairs and reinstallations from the technical team of service providers owned by the company Algebra.Inc it.

...“Just information. Tonight if not mistaken, access to Mbah Giggle's main search engine will be interrupted for about five to fifteen minutes. So, do not let the kesorean looking for articles fall your love. Well, Mr. Wilde.”...

...🐣🐣🐣...

The morning sunshine greeted the unfriendly eyelids of Leonna. He had been sleeping, waking, sleeping, waking, and sleeping again since Mischke rang. The dizziness has indeed loosened. However, his body was still so limp as to be moved.

PINGING!

Netra Loenna squeaked lazily towards the nightstand. He then switched to lowering a little blanket that covered his face and began to fumble on the surface of the nightstand. Notifications early in the morning like this and on Saturday. It would have been if it wasn't Leo's twin, the friend from the time of his zygote who sent the message.

...[ 1 Incoming message from: Chris Goin’ Wild ]...

...Namaste! ! Bonjour! ! Aloha! ! Yiao! ! Ni havo! The soup? Still breathing?...

The message is long and contains only the halo greeting using ten different languages. Starting from Hindi, the national language of the iconic country of the Eiffel Tower, the country of originator of Sushi, to ‘hai’ typical of friendly greet residents of the Hawaiian islands then make Leonna's temples throbbing pain.

His little friend has never lost contact with him and Leo since moving from Rublyovka. Understandably, the young man surnamed Wilde was very happy to move around the residence. Postcards, photos, mini figures, pottery, and other types of souvenirs also often come. Even so many deliveries, it may be able to meet the meeting of the western part of the Museum D’Vyacheslav, in the center of Moscow.

...[ Recipient: Chris Goin' Wild ]...

The dizziness in Leonna's head was even more becoming. He as the author replies to messages from phone number contact Chris Goin' Wild honest, runyam himself when rereading the results of his original typing. Thankfully, even though he is very weak in the matter of calculations, except for counting money of course. Calculations are as complex as anything if multiplied by zero, then the result is obvious...

KRINGG!

^^^[ Zero, right? ]^^^

The voice across the phone sounded very flat. Leonna turned her eyes off. Not that he also picked up the phone from a creature far away where it was. Only, his thumb had accidentally pressed the green button because it was too surprised.

“So, why call?”

Leonna cleared her throat several times before responding. His throat felt very hoarse and barren due to a high fever last night. His fingers, which looked thinner than yesterday, finally pulled the whole blanket away. He then got off the bed and stepped out of the room.

^^[ Just bored. But by the way, why does your voice sound so hoarse? You sick? ]^^^

“Fever out.”

Leonna's eyes stared in amazement at the state of the room outside the room. Every corner of his apartment there is not a single one that is not clean and neatly arranged. Glasses of his beloved honey bear, even placed with an awesome position on glass shelves, plates and other cutlery.

^^[ Tumben. ]^^^

“Sials. I can also fall sick times!”

Leonna walked quickly towards the dispenser. In the refrigerator there are actually many bottles of cold mineral water. But, thanks to this unfriendly inflammation. He had to drink warm water early in the morning.

While drinking, Leonna spread her gaze around the kitchen. Her sapphire blue iris then accidentally caught a large scrap and paper patch in front of the refrigerator. He was confused by the two foreign objects. However, after walking closer to the front of the luxurious and super-large-capacity refrigerator on the right side of the room, shades as red as tomatoes suddenly adorned both cheeks dimpled.

^^[ Yes, yes. Where did Leo go? You rarely get sick? I mean, you're sick too. Mental illness, narcissistic pain, ailing— ]^^^

“You are no longer interested in traveling around the earth, huh? Want to feel the circumference of the grave and hell too?”

Leonna's heart was back in cloud. Just now he was messing around himself reading Reid's handwriting. But, indeed this creature across the phone just can't seem to let him be happy for a moment. Now he also knows that friends (true) seems faster when making friends annoyed than laughing bouncing.

^^[ Yes, it is possible. If your fever suddenly returns, it becomes severe and dies. You can accompany me in the passenger seat of the death angel vehicle later. ]^^^

Leonna roughly put her bear glass on the bar table. The warm water is still half that is left even to squirt out and wet quite a lot of the table surface so hard the impact between the glass buttocks and reclaimed wood. His smartphone then moved to his left ear.

“Not funny. And anyway, I no one mera—ehm, take care of it properly. You remind me, I said I would take a student exchange program at SHS for one year?”

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Seriate...