My wife's been misguided

why is my life getting weird?

Siska's room is on deck seven, with the other managers. He claimed he did not have the key to retrieve the data on the server, but at least had access through the first gate.

"Crazy! How many gates?" Sodik said he did not think when asked for help via phone. "It seems that if I succeed, you must change the gate keeper, nih," continued jumawa.

The five of us gathered in Siska's room. The room measuring 2x5 meters felt a bit crowded. I sat with Nesya on the sofa bed.

While Siska sat on the edge of the bed while leaning her head on her husband's shoulders. A rather strange sight for me. for a lifetime, never seen him spindle so spoiled same bloke. Even when I was dating, my feelings were often confused and skewed. Maybe that's why he decided to break up. He needs a guy to get glendotin, not the other way around.

Sodik sat on a dressing table that had been emptied to fit one fifteen-inch laptop owned by Siska. This time the hacker really intends a vacation. None of the digital equipment contains the work carried. As a result some software must be downloaded first from Drive in the cloud.

At first he managed to install spyware, but was caught. Fortunately, the IP address scrambler has been activated until the next time they fight with breaking time in conventional ways.

Siska then took over, opening the page until only one password had to be unloaded. We only have thirty seconds to keep the page from closing and come back like the beginning again.

"Thirteen digits," Deru Sodik,"Anybody got an idea?"

I went forward beside Sodik. "Who has access here?"

"Mertua you must have access here. lest even he also made the password," Sodik answered quickly.

"Our son of Surya?" Siska floated an idea.

"No way, that's too predictable," the idea I rejected.

"Ultah his son?" Siska said softly while glancing at Nesya.

"Om Surya's too smart to make naro's birthday date as a pin," I cite the argument. "Something matters" these words to Nesya, "What matters to you."

Nesya stood in doubt. "Moonlight" he said softly.

"Moonlights?" it could be, this is the name of his son, Cahya Nesya Larasati full moon. "Cobain Moonlight." This is Sodik's word.

"It's all numbers, bro!"

"Six..." Nesya advanced to near the laptop, standing right beside me. "Enol..Enols..Six..Six.. Four.. Four..One..One.. Nines..Three..Three.. Eight." Further.

Sodik typed them one by one and.."Yup! Logging in! Wanna take which one? Scribbles!"

Tos used to be Sodik. "CCTV footage last night, after twelve o'clock, in the outbound area."

Sodik moved his fingers quickly and instantly found the video he was looking for. "There's three, which one?"

Siska stood up, checking the files plastered on the screen.

Nesya pecked, her eyes glazed over. I hugged her shoulders, but she turned around and came out.

"Nesea!" my reflexes follow. "Eh, Siska, please continue, yes?" I delegated the task first before closing the door from the outside.

Outside, Nesya was leaning against the side wall of the door. Adjust your breath while facing the low ceiling.

"Why?"

"It's okay." He shrank the water at the end of his eyes.

Whatever. If you don't want to talk, no problem.

"Within again?" she shook. "See sea?"

He bit his lips. Water reminisces again in the eye. "Why do you think you're wearing Moonlight as a pin?"

Jiah! Suck up!

"Dad hates me" he lamented among Isaac.

Hadeh! This is a drama from the morning. I embrace his head, Isak spilled on his shoulders.

"Your father loves you very much. Maybe it's too big, until you can't see. Because you saw it up close. Because your hearts are really close."

Nesya's body shocks are getting louder. I had to clench tighter so that his body would not fall. My neck got wet and warm from being flooded with tears.

Why do girls cry so easily? tired of knowing, weeping. It feels like the energy is also drained.really, mending nemenin eat rather than nangis nemenin.

The crying scene was forced to cut because of my noise. There was a call from Dr. Ahmad.

"Solar pack collapse. I otewe to the helipad." That was all he said after greeting. Then only the sound of Tut filled the hearing room.

"Why?" Nesya asked in an anxious tone.I dragged her hand, half running towards the evelator. "Who called just now?" Nesya asked with a breath.

The mind is crumpled, crisscrossed like a tangled thread. I can't answer. In my head various possibilities exist alternately. But the word collapse doesn't mean it's okay.

"Help the elevator!" I shouted at the girl in the black and white uniform who had just entered the evelator. The girl held the elevator door. Hmh! the guy is happening! A lifetime would not be willing to ask for help anything like him. But what to say, life is crazy. Our enemy today may be our friend the next day.

Yeah, that crazy sometimes.

The so-called guy looked at Nesya softly. Just for a moment, because as soon as I entered the elevator, I immediately knocked him in embrace.

"I'm sorry about last night" he said in a low voice. "I should have believed in you."

I'm Nesya's lyrics. Bitten by the tip of the lips with teary eyes.

"I'm sorry," The man said again. "I'm jealous" said the jerk again, "When we have a greater purpose than that."

Busyet is a half man. I had to bogem his face!

Nesya shouted in shock. "Ziaaan?" His voice asked for an explanation.

The guy staggered in the corner. Red blood flows from the nostrils. I got out my business card from my wallet. "You need compensation, call me straight!" The business card was thrown until a spell on his cheek.

The evelator's door clang when it arrived at the fifteen deck. The roar of the helicopter propeller greeted us as soon as it came out to the pool area.

"Yeahhhh!" Nesya exclaimed in disbelief as soon as she realized the red cross emblem on the helicopter body. As fast as lightning he ran towards the stairs. Evelator passengers are only up to the pool area.just the elevator from the clinic that reaches the helipad. So from here there are two stairs to climb. First to the outbound area, then just up again to the helipad area.

Nesya jumped up the stairs nimblely, while I was a bit tired of following her from behind. Obviously, you need exercise to increase stamina. If it is rich in gini, then it is different age we are far away.

Dr. Ahmad stood quite far from the landing. He was already prepared by wearing Aviator glasses. Nesya shakes Surya's body wide open, but his voice is drowned by the roar of a helicopter propeller that is landing.

The wind swept by the propeller made the eyelids not strong open. I stood back to the helicopter and whispered in the ear of Dr. Ahmad.

"Where is Surya's condition, doc?" he didn't answer. I can't imagine his expression behind those dark glasses.

"Mas Zian hasn't opened my chat yet, has he?"

The chat? Where can I open a chat?

The helicopter has landed perfectly. Doctor Ahmad whispered the name of the hospital before pushing the Surya brakar om to be put in the helicopter.

Nesya followed while crying loudly. I pulled her body while calming. "We're following by road."

Gosh's! why is my life getting weird?