JOBBING

[05] Books?

Some of the articles I have known so far, in general, humans aged 122-150 years. And it is less likely for an ordinary person like me, to be given an age that is up to a hundred years I am already very grateful.

His words continued to haunt me until I finally snapped out of the depths of my eyes remembering our heated conversation that took place last night. That once he fell asleep, he would wake up again about a hundred or even reach two hundred years later.

"Good morning Avlein. Don't make me happy like this Avlein. Until you always remember me when you're asleep."

He broke my morning mood with his laughter. Not thinking about my feelings that still can't accept our debate that happened last night.

And even more upset he only apologized to Bogi and Bogu who accidentally woke up because of his laughter that filled the room.

"Hey come on, Avlein, I'm just comforting myself because I'm tired of waiting for you all to fall asleep." The excitement again followed me who now went to take a glass containing drinking water—soon downing it without warning Joba just now.

After that I continued my movement to the toilet outside the room—so I scratched my back head. At once I also collided with a pair of green eyeballs that made me not blink my eyes for a while. Then slowly his face turned red. "Oh! I'm sorry!" closed his eyes and vanished behind the door of room one more.

I managed to blink my eyes slowly, thinking for a moment why I could forget that there was someone else in the house. Plus that guy who yesterday was the first time to see the body shape bare chest of a man.

There was laughter Joba back broke—from behind the door of the room that the gangangnya I have not released since. It reminded me of the fact that I was still upset with him.

Shit cih. Come on, this has become my routine to sleep without using a t-shirt and just a boxer. Wake up to the toilet immediately. My movements in my heart began to go into the bathroom full of annoyance.

After my morning routine was done, I went to the kitchen. No one is in this room. Only a few fresh foods and fruits were served on the table.

I went back to the door of the room where Vlivy was. It seems like he hasn't had the courage to look me in the face.

"Hey you!" I said a few moments after I knocked on his door three times. There was a small sound from within that seemed to run towards the door.

"Yes Sir?" come from the inside without opening the door. I who sighed a little received the treatment could only be patient with him.

"You're cleaning up all your stuff. We'll go to your house! And ...stop calling me Sir!" I cried again without a care in return and immediately returned to the kitchen room to fill the emptiness of my stomach.

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Oh what should I do, to get close to her I don't have the courage yet. What else to look at that very handsome face of his. I will remember what happened this morning for the second time. What if we had time to fight the eyes lag—Joba finally stopped his comments read out the thoughts of the girl who was two meters away walking behind me.

Because I just scolded him that I didn't really need anything like that. Even I was getting annoyed at him hearing his strange voice that wanted to mimic the inner voice of the girl.

Because it is very inversely proportional to the real voice of Joba–it is heavy and a little hoarse wet– who laughs alone has made us growl let alone imitate the voice of a girl, it will be even more disgusting.

"Hey you! Is your home far away? We've been almost two hours away from the park, and you said there was no need to use a vehicle. Shouldn't we be at your house?" I stopped my steps to look at him.

He who was surprised looking at me started throwing his gaze– gazing down. And just passed me by with hands covering her face that seemed to have blushed. And why am I getting annoyed at him–who dare to command me quicken my footsteps to follow him. Surprisingly, I obeyed his words and just cursed in my heart. What the....

This middle-aged man was a historian. Even more crazy than a real historian. I can't tell you what my name is and what I have.

Joba said it until there was a strong footstroke from behind the door–after a few times we pressed the home bell button. Instantly appeared a middle-aged man in his 50s who was fat as high as my shoulders–l immediately embraced the girl.

The smell of alcohol and cigarette smoke attached to it spread freely. Soon his eyes were directed at me. I smiled and slightly bowed back to that view.

"Vlivy, is he the one?" he said the man who had just taken off the hug looked at his daughter to wait for an answer. But since there was no reply he looked back at me. "Ah, we better get in," he continued to enter first into the house. Immediately called for sitting in the living room. While he was lost in the darkness to another room.

The house is interesting but quite scary for those who do not like it– because there are only a few points of light in this house. I don't know the reason when if all this was given enough light, I'm sure I'd be interested in staying here–because the number of books is more than the number of bookstores I've ever met.

When we had just entered this house, our bookkeeping adventure began. Because the wall is a bookcase that touches the roof of the house and certainly all the shelves do not have a gap for other books to enter.

Until we arrive in the living room, all our views are just books. And this desk chair is as entertainment the only thing for our eyes–until I recant my original intentions. I'm sure the other rooms are like this too and there's definitely not going to be anything too long in a room like this. Plus this room lacks light.

The fat figure again appeared in front of us with a book– cover and the sheet looks old– which is about ten centimeters thick, sandwiched between his arms and body. Immediately put it on the living room table. I could not recognize what kind of book it was, because I did not understand the writing written there.

"Well, Vlivy, what was the answer to Dad's question?" starting the man seemed to be trying to figure out where the lighting button was.

"I don't understand what Dad means!"

TAP.

Some light appeared and made this room a little lively. He sat down immediately in front of us.

"All right, the important thing is that you're safe now. Dad asked her directly." she threw her eyes back at me. "Well, young man, you must have known, didn't you, the thing my son was carrying?" he yelled out a box of cigarettes and matches from his shirt pocket, immediately he burned one stick and inhaled it deeply.

"Yes, he showed it to me. What exactly is that?"

"Do you have it too?" ask again while hand pulling ashtray and sprinkling cigarette ash on the object.

"Excuse me, you haven't answered my question before!"

"I promise I'll explain it to you. But answer my question first."

"I don't have it. So I asked what exactly is that? Because I just saw that thing for the first time."

"Don't you promise, if I answer you'll explain it?!" my reply made him undo his intention to leave this room. The annoyed look on his face was starting to appear from him. I'm sure he cursed in my heart.

"Alright, sorry I've missed you. Because I'm so fucked up right now." she explained propping up both elbows with her thighs. Started to open the old book sheet and immediately searched for pages that he seemed to want to explain first.

"Vlivy, put that thing on the table." Soon his son obeyed his orders. "You know young people, this book is also targeted by them and this thing is not the real thing. Looky!" he pointed to a page that appeared to have an image on that page. We reached enough distance to see it.

"This is the real one!" Then I immediately stuck to see the picture because the picture is a watch that is exactly like Joba.

"This is called JOBA. And this ..." clearly pointed to a letter I'd never seen before.

"The name is 'Jiaroquen Bexiellopa' and means to give you everything. Shortened to Joba."

"So he gave us everything we wanted?"

"That's not what it means to be young, it's what we know about language. But the real meaning is that it will tell us what we did not know before. Like, he'll take you to a new world!" clearly now began to incline his back to the back of the chair.

"This book is a relic from my great-grandfather. Everything related to Joba is here. Including the people who should have this. And this thing I have is also his legacy. But he was only able to show where the owner was. But you don't have it young, which means it's true that he's a fake" he explained, temporarily stopping to regulate his breathing.

"You know, young man, my great-grandfather got all of this in a way we don't deserve to emulate. Because he really wants this Joba. You know, everybody does, including myself. Because I want to know, what world this world is hiding, and I'm sure it's not just its power. So, do you want to help me find this thing? Before we were preceded by Derk and his group who approached me yesterday?"

"sorry. But I don't intend to interfere in a matter,"

He seemed to let out a long breath of great disappointment at the reply that had just come out of my mouth without hesitation.

"Alright, I won't force you young man! But if you change your mind, come to me."

"I see, now is the time for me to be alone. I just drove your son home and yeah to find out exactly what's going on." I started getting back up from my seat. Seeing that the middle-aged man earlier also drove me to the front door.

"Oh, we forgot to introduce ourselves. I'm Cokey." he stretched his hand out toward me. "Eric! Nice to meet your Uncle!" I greeted the hand with a smile.

He returned my smile and took off his grip. It was also my chance to walk away from that house.

A few meters away I stepped away from the house of Vlivy, faintly I heard my name being called from behind. And I'm pretty sure it must be the girl who pissed me off a couple of times today. He managed to grasp the tip of my coat resulting in me being forced to stop from my steps.

"Sir, are you going to leave me in that house?"

"Whatchu mean? It's your home and you're his son. What's the deal with me?!" reply me with a high enough tone because I don't like the question that really doesn't make sense. And also vent my frustration earlier by clasping his hand that grasped my coat.

"I don't want to live with bad people!" he said he now slightly lowered his head and looked like water droplets on a pair of green eyes. Ooh for my peace again, this is what I hate the most. The strength of the women—tears.

"Where do you know I'm a good person?! We just met, and you and your dad have been living together for a long time. You didn't think about all that?!" my snapping again will not be consumed with the strength of your woman.

Suddenly he looked at me and back we clashed into the eyes–and then both his hands clasped my hands. "Please Aging!"

Gosh this girl is really fearless and the word give up. I was even more upset as to why I had let go of seeing her reaction. I managed to get hit by the power of the woman he had. Goddamnit!

"Okay, bring me that old book!" He didn't return my request just now and this is my chance to leave. She pushed her hands away forcefully and returned to step my feet.

"I'll take it!" his reply made me look back at him. He's really not afraid of me one bit. I really can't believe it.

"But you have to promise to take care of me!"

"I won't promise anyone."

"Then let me stay with you!"

"I didn't promise!" He gave me a bigger smile than I had seen before. And immediately flipped her tiny body away leaving me.

I was getting upset to see that reaction. Why does it seem like he's sure I'll take it. And where was his previous bashful reaction ... I cursed again.

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note author:

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