JOBBING

[08] A Reality

The girl named Vlivy finally came back to see me with one object that Joba recommended immediately get it. The old book was previously also described by the middle-aged man historian who was Vlivy's father.

Which book actually has its own uniqueness. With a dark brown skin and even the material does not know where it comes from. Because it's not a paper type anymore.

Not only the material from the book alone is unique, until the writing on the sheet is also very unique so that we can not understand how to read it and where the writing came from.

I who yesterday again doubted my thoughts about my unanimous decision, finally brought to a world that I had never even thought of in the slightest.

Emard's World. It turned out to be the world of science that was behind a dream. So Joba said I've visited the place.

The world is guarded by an ancestor named Arlmento. He was one of Joba's old friends. He said that he had not visited the place for a long time because he was busy waiting for my arrival.

And it is not just anyone who can enter this world. Therefore, Joba showed his identification card. Because before there was a creature that misused the science he got. Since that incident, to enter the world Emard tightened again.

That's where I learned some languages too. Language whose world I'm about to go to. There was no need for me to ask much about what kind of world it was, because Joba said I was right to be there soon.

Also, as I thought in the world of Emard, one of the languages I learned I've seen before. And true. One of those languages is the same as the one printed on the old book. The book that was called my own name.

Avleinsist Forqueto's.

I was still silent staring at the cover of the old book that was now on the table, finally being resuscitated by the hand of a girl who had just held my shoulder slowly. He called me a few times.

"Master why? ... Oh I mean Avlein's okay? I was worried to see you who were just silent like a statue." he said now to sit in front of me. Look at the alternation between me and the old book.

"You wouldn't have expected any of this either, this book is titled my own name!" I replied while patting the cover of the book. He kept staring at the book.

"So you understand that writing? Didn't you say you didn't understand at all?"

I nodded confidently answering his words. "Really! But I got a miracle and now I can read it."

Clearly I was now making him look back at me with a slight tilt of his head. I'm sure he doesn't believe what I just said.

"Look, this is A-V-L-E-I-N-S-I-S-T F-O-R-Q-U-E-T-O!" I continued pointing one by one the letters printed on top of the book. The girl nodded her head as if beginning to believe what I said.

I also started to open the first page. I need to find out what this book really is.

"It says here that the real meaning of my name is that I can open and close everything."

"What does that mean?"

"So, that's the only explanation here. Looks like this guy has the same name as me." I said as I opened the next page. And immediately translate the writing that is there.

"I knew all of that when I was suddenly in Vyuwrsa. I was able to get here thanks to my companion whom I accidentally found. He's always with me, no matter what.

Jobas. He is an important key to be able to pass through the gate guarded by the creatures of the world. And yes here the long name of Joba is Jiaroquen Bexiellopa. This is also the picture your father showed us yesterday."

"Oh right too. And why did my father have trouble finding it, even though it was at the beginning of the page?"

Hearing what Vlivy said I immediately opened the page that I had seen yesterday.

But I realized the book had no pages. And what makes me even more distrustful, the page that I found today–is just a blank sheet. Not only that the opposite page is also a blank sheet.

"Imust be!" suddenly Vlivy shouted making me aware of this disbelief and immediately looked towards him. "I swear Master! That book is really the one my father showed us!"

His voice trembled, it seemed like he was afraid that I would scold him again for thinking this book was a different book to the previous one.

"Master I'm really sorry!" he said he had now clenched both hands in front of his face.

"If you keep calling me Master, I'll really be mad at you!"

"You! I won't work with your power! And besides you're not wrong, there's no point in you throwing away those tears for free!" my reply firmly made him wipe the water that had been engraved at the end of his eyes.

"I was just thinking, what if you're the one looking for the page."

He nodded his head in understanding and immediately looked for the page that we had seen yesterday. A few moments later, his face changed. I also saw the book. I really didn't think what I was thinking was right.

"It's absolutely impossible! This is the same as what my father showed me yesterday!"

"Well, now try to get your hands off the book and let me hold it."

Suddenly the writings and images printed on the book sheet slowly faded, eliminating one by one the letters written there and instantly the page became a blank sheet. Same with the page on the opposite.

"Is this a magic book?!"

"I don't know either!"

"This book is called your name. Mean Master of the witch?!"

"Hey! You know for yourself, I just got this from you! And also I was just saying, it looks like he has the same name as me!" my reply snapped at him because I did not like to hear the innocence that was casually thrown from his mouth. And back he apologized to me.

"Better we continue reading." I again do not want to respond too long to his innocent nature.

I immediately opened the page we last saw and immediately translated it.

He's Joba. I accidentally found it in this city, New York, Albany. I didn't know it was fate or not, but I found it when I lost my favorite watch.

At that moment it suddenly rained very heavily, suddenly I immediately accelerated my pace to find shelter. But the watch I was wearing somehow got stuck and broke up and fell rolling into the thickets.

I, who was so dear to the watch, paid no more attention to the heavy rain and began to search in the bush.

For hours my whole body was soaked in rain, I finally could not find the watch. I resigned and had to let it go.

Just as I was about to step, an object rolled onto my feet. It's Joba. At that time, I found him dead. And full of scratches it looks like it's very old.

Because it looked a little like a watch, I decided to take it home with me. Start cleaning it, then show me something very unique and catch my attention. I also fixed it immediately.

Day after day passed, waiting for what would happen to that thing. Sunday to Sunday, until the month to the old year. I finally heard the needle.

Alive.

She lived.

At that moment, he said thank you to me. Very grateful. Yes, that was the beginning of my meeting with Joba. Destiny? I don't know ....

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note author:

Hello friends, thank you who are willing to read this story that I have tried my best.

I always needed criticism and advice of any kind for my progress in writing the next story.

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