Stay with me, Ken!
Working Room
Ken had finished his bath and prayers fifteen minutes ago, but he had not left his room to go to Al's room. There was a feeling of fear that surrounded his heart, why did the man ask him to come to his room these nights.
"Well, yeah?" ask Ken to himself. He was still wondering whether or not to come.
While waiting, Ken fad opened his HP. He opened a class group that died notif thousands of chat. Indeed it has been more than the day he did not open the group because of males.
"There's something important" muttered Ken. Only congratulations because some of his class friends have got jobs according to his wishes.
Before long, there was a message from the Galak Boss. Ken hurriedly opened it because Al must have known that he was online and would be the cause of the man's anger again if he ignored the message. Ken named Al on his contact list as Boss Galak.
"A long time," the message Al sent.
"Yes, I'll be right upstairs" Ken replied.
Without waiting for a reply from Al, Ken immediately walked out of his room. With a hurried step he climbed up the stairs leading to Al's room.
[Shop...tok.].
Ken knocked on the door as a condition. Without waiting for his reply he immediately opened the door and looked for Al's whereabouts in his study.
"Here!" call Al who sees Ken already standing at the parlor door between his workspace and his room.
Ken saw something extraordinary in that room. The five monitors plastered on the wall were all on. Surprisingly again, all screen views are almost the same. It's just an irregular graph. Al was sitting at the table watching the screen of his laptop in front of him.
"Sit here," pinta Al again. He asked Ken to sit in the chair in front of him. It's next to the laptop.
"I'm asking for your help tonight. Don't mind, do you?" Al asked so gently.
"Yes, Sir. What can I help you with?" Ken slowly.
"Last noon the network was so ugly, the internet could barely be used. So I haven't been able to catch up to the daily target yet. Not closed, nih," he explained while looking seriously at his laptop back.
"What is this guy talking about? Daily target? It's not closed yet" Ken thought more confused.
Al stood up from his seat, now he headed to the monitor screen on the far left. Still standing, he explained something to Ken.
"I love the material in the online class again, so your task is quite simple. Please keep an eye on the movement of this green line until it reaches this number or approaches. You tell me enough let me follow up,"
Ken turned his wheelchair. Move it closer to the screen. Now he sees one by one the appearance of the graph in front of him carefully. It turns out that the color on the line between one monitor with another color is different.
"You focus the same 3 monitors, others ignore. He's in the setting, really. Can close by itself" Al explained again because he saw Ken was still confused.
"This, this, and this," asked Ken reassuringly.
"Yes" said Al
"This line is here, this one is here, and this one is here" asked Ken to make sure again that there was no mistake.
"Rubber. Can you?" tanya Al needs certainty.
"God willing," replied Ken so sure.
"Thank you. It's not long. Finish material love let me continue,"
Al returned to his seat. Now he looks so serious observing his laptop and occasionally seen he was typing something in a long time.
Ten minutes passed, Ken still firmly glared. He doesn't want to make a mistake. For this reason, he tries to carry out his duties well. But as far as he had observed, there had been no movement at all from the line being observed.
"That's a moving line, the feeling from there" muttered Ken. To convince his sight, he advanced a little. View with full concentration from one graph to another.
Ken wanted to ask Al, it usually took him how long there was movement but he abandoned his intention because the man looked so serious.
"Actually this is what's the graph, huh?" ask Ken in my heart. Honestly, just this time he saw a table that looks like this.
"There's a US Dollar, there's a Foudnsterling, there's a Uero. For what, anyway?" ask Ken, curious.
Waiting for the movement of thin lines while thinking what is being done at this time makes his brain quite saturated. I don't know when, Ken fell asleep on his own. Lean on the soft seat bench that he was sitting on.
At exactly 21:30 WIB, Al has completed his task. He saw that the chair Ken had occupied had not moved at all since an hour ago. To confirm his suspicions, he departed from his seat moving towards Ken.
"Ah, that's also my guess," whispered Al inwardly. He saw Ken was asleep.
"Ga can be treated by people. Fortunately there has been no movement," he said again.
Although he was concentrating on providing online material, Al still monitored the movements on his monitor screen. Not because he did not believe in Ken, but he was worried that the girl did not understand what he meant.
What happened was even worse, told to watch and sleep soundly.
Al tries to wake Ken by touching the girl's shoulder. Starting from a movement that is so slow, until it is swayed quite hard. Instead of waking up, the snoring just gets louder.
"It's hard to get people, too,"
Because his efforts were unsuccessful, Al finally carried Ken ala bridal style body to his bedroom. He laid Ken who was still sleeping on his bed. Not to forget, Al also enveloped the girl so as not to be disturbed by the cold AC in the room.
"Truly people. Sleep is like a dead man. The house burned people also not necessarily he woke up," Al grumbled while Ken died. He returned to his study because he had to wait until he could close.
"Why is today so unlucky. The market is good during the day, the signal is errant. Even at night the signal was fast and even the market was ugly," Al grumbled.
Al saw Ken's HP left in that chair. His prank brain immediately worked, he immediately opened the phone to find out its contents.
"Basically careless, his cell phone alone does not he install security,"
"If it's missing or something's a prank, how do you try?"
"What year is the mobile phone?" tanya Al while flipping through Ken's HP whose color is already very dull and full of small berets.
Al smiled faintly as soon as he saw the front screen display of Ken's phone, as well as the contact list stored there.
"It's a minimal sosmednya, contact list let alone,"
"Right boss! It's nice that he gave me a name like that for my number," Al got upset when he checked the WA history.
"So all day I've been the only one to call her? How could he not have friends even though he studied at a famous campus and was completing his thesis. It's so weird,"
"Alright, you're going to learn a little from this Galactic Boss of yours," his prank smile began to expand.
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