Mandalas
Intruders
Commissioner Roman was sitting in his study quite loosely. The room measures 5x3m packed with a brown wooden table and ordinary wooden chairs hand-carved. The walls are painted in a younger brown color, but not particularly noticeable as they are covered in numerous awards charters and shelves full of conventional books. The city hologram was projected from inside his desk. Blue and red dots twitched around the city gates, but not as much as 4 days ago. He stared at the hologram in silence. His fingers tapped on the table with the same rhythm.
Then the door of the room opened.
A well-built young man, like his men, entered the room. He was not in uniform, wearing only a white T-shirt and brown denim pants. A pair of sunglasses hung around the neck of his shirt which was quite tight. The young man poked his jacket in a wooden hook near the door and approached Commissioner Roman's desk. He pulled out one of the wooden chairs and sat on it.
“You called me?” ask the man.
“Mikrad has already started responding. They are obviously not happy,” Roman said without answering the pleasantries thrown by his interlocutor.
“They already know?”
“Not everything. New suspicion. Sufficient suspicion to shake Trikad's position in the eyes of the Island Board.” They both fell silent. The only sound that was heard was the tap of Roman's finger on his desk. The red and blue dots in the city projection were still moving to and fro.
“So everything will start today?” ask the young man.
“All started long time ago. Since you worked there. But true, we can start the main course tonight,” Roman said. He stopped the tap of his fingers. Roman looked at the young man more closely. “Sito has reduced guard across the gate. City not in full standby.”
“They did reduce the guard at the border, but what about the Tower? Dozens of Mandalas work in Geduna, underground Tower itself.”
“All Mandala is under Sito's command. They won't wiggle. I'll make sure it happens myself.”
“Commander Ri also has an army, what are your plans for it?” ask the young man again.
“I've taken care of it too.” Roman folded his hands and moved away from the table. “Therefore I ask you to do so once more, to make sure our plans succeed tonight.” Roman looked straight at the young man, “There should be no mistake.”
The young man nodded stiffly.
“Your job is to make sure the old man stays where he should be. He talks too much and seems to have begun to suspect the conditions in his home.”
“He is fine,” the young man flatly said.
“You didn't hear what he said in front of them all. He can be a threat if he already knows too much!”
The young man shook his head. “He's too naive. Never thought of anything. His sensitivity was blunt since his wife died.”
“If he troubles our steps, I should bury him,” Roman said as he gritted his teeth. “If you can't afford it, I'll send someone else.”
The young man laughed with a cynical tone. “Absolutely I'm a little boy who's afraid of being punished by his own grandfather?”
Commissioner Roman nodded. “Prove that I can count on you.” The young man's face hardened. He gritted his teeth. “If it is tonight, I should be on the spot immediately.”
“Fixed in my aba-abaku,” Roman said reigning.
He nodded. The young man stood up, he waltzed away from Commissioner Roman. When he touched the doorknob, Commissioner Roman called.
“Putra.” The governor looked. “The old man really doesn't have any data on us. Right so?”
“You mean?”
“I asked if you have completely removed the Anti-Lent project from LTK until there is nothing left?”
“Of course,” replied Son with confidence.
Roman smiled with satisfaction. “Means he can't do anything now.”
“Ya,” said the young man. He picked up his gray jacket hanging on the doorstep, then
wear it on the waist.
“I make sure so.”
***
Leno lay on her mattress facing the ceiling. This position has been his favorite position in the last 2 days. The monotonous bone white ceiling felt more comfortable than the contents of his own head.
which he tends not to be able to change.
These were the 4 strangest days of his life. So many changes and strangenesses are happening. As Leno pondered again, he realized that he had almost forgotten his ambition to leave this city.
Is that really what Leno wants?
There is no reason to refuse. He didn't want to be stuck in this place forever. The outside world, although it tends to be savage and dangerous, is more interesting to explore. Leno should start learning self-taught how to survive outside his city. Maybe he should tell his father about this plan.
Daddyh.
Leno got up and sat down on his bed. He hadn't thought about his family for a long time. He has no other relatives besides his father, Gof, and Aunt Irin. She doesn't even have a mother.
A flash of that memory went back inside Leno's head. But nothing new happened anyway. He could not remember anything before or after the incident. Now his head is back beating painfully. Leno set his breath back.
He has not met Mn. Joke again since yesterday. Leno doesn't tell Mandala about this memory problem other than Joke. I don't know why it's only convenient to talk to certain people. Leno didn't tell Amber, Sept, Ona, or his father.
Then Leno realized something. Why did his father never tell him anything about his mother?
Leno's room door is open. Leno looked through the insulating glass, his father coming into the room. It
wearing a grey T-shirt and a shabby dark green jacket. Her hair was tucked high above her neck. He rarely raised his hair that high.
His father approached the insulating glass and waved to Leno. “Lee, how are you?”
Leno got off his bed. He walked towards the insulating glass barefoot. Their distance of 1.5meter is obstructed by insulating glass.
“I'm good,” replied Leno. “What's up?” Leno did not want to assume too far that his father had come just to see him. Most likely there was something else that made him come here.
“Moonasera Joke called me. He wants to talk about a few things. I met him earlier.”
Leno gave a small smile, feeling right towards his own guess. There was a slight pain that appeared and disturbed him for a moment.
“Ooh,” says Leno. “Then, what did He say?”
His father seemed doubtful. He looked down at the floor. Both of his hands were folded in front of his chest. Leno only realized his father was old enough and very thin.
“What are you..” His father seems increasingly doubtful. He cut his own words. Then he said again, “Do you remember nothing about your mother?”
Leno stood in his place. His heart was beating not because of hearing that question. How could his father ask such a thing?
“Moonasera Joke told me that. He said maybe yesterday's attack made you forget certain things. Although maybe cases like you are very rare.”
Leno did not answer. He does not want to see his father. This information ignited something in his mind. His eyes were teary, almost crying.
“Are you all right?” ask her father from behind that glass.
“No,” Leno said. He lifted his head and looked at his father. “I'm not okay.”
His father looked back. He shook. “I shouldn't have said it.”
“Maybe shouldn't,” Leno said. “I'm fine, I'm just a schoolboy who almost died 4 days ago and was locked up in this place without being able to go anywhere. I remember something I never knew was in my head. I can't remember who my mother was and everything about her. I can't sleep because I'm afraid of things I don't even know what.
“I'm not okay, Dad. If only you understood.”
Leno's chest feels tight. He did not realize his tears had flooded his face, making Leno's long straight hair stick together because of the tears. He was still lowered, not having the strength to look at his own father.
They were quiet for a long time like that. Leno sobbed a few times. Letting her tears down to the floor. He hugged his own body.
Then, he felt very tired. Leno turned her body and crawled up onto the bed. He lay facing the wall and continued his cries in the pillow.
A few minutes later, Leno heard the door open. Although he did not see, Leno knew his father had left him.
