STERILE: My Bottom Is A Zombie

Chapter 32: (STERILE: The Mystery Man)

Mr. Altar sat behind his desk. He was reading a notebook that was becoming obsolete by age, belonging to someone. The book contains a design in the form of a frame to make objects, buildings, and robots. Some of the buildings and robots in the city of Lazar are based on the guidelines in the book.

On one of the pages in the book, there is a hexagonal geometric shape and a pendulum drawn separately. The pendulum was similar to an object in the grasp of the Altar Master.

Mr. Altar rubbed the pendulum necklace in his hand. The pendulum is six angles, on it is attached to the compass needle ornament eight corners of the wind. In the center of the wind there is a symbol of the letter G disguised in a spiral shape.

"What are you hiding, Gillian?" asked the Altar Master as if the book was Gillian.

"Why did you put a pendulum of a wind in hexagonal geometry?" continued.

Gillian is an intelligent thinker. Armed with science, he quickly caught the attention of everyone. He was also appointed as a lecturer at one of the top universities. He also has a great sense of art and creativity.

From the contents of the head, usually Gillian will pour brilliant ideas on miniatures. Gillian's miniature was made of anything she encountered on the street. The nuts, bolts, lights, cables, and old iron on cars that are not used, arranged, and assembled until they can function properly.

When Gillian was still in Lazar City, she was close to the Altar Lord. They are like friends. They often chatted, even Gillian often showed her miniature on the young Altar. Altar also highly praised the work of Gillian which is considered more sophisticated than his country.

Until that day came. Gillian did not attend the launch of the Camera Robot at the university. Though it was his own show, with him as his spokesperson.

Mr. Altar went to Gillian's house to look. As a friend he was worried, because Gillian lived alone. But Mr. Altar only found his house empty. Really hopping.

Gillian is not. He left along with his stuff. The state of the house is the same as when it will be purchased.

A day. Two days, months, Gillian didn't show up. Just to give news of his existence was not. He seemed to be lost in the Earth.

Because of high curiosity, Mr. Altar often returned to Gillian's house.

One day, a strange thing happened. He heard the sound of falling things. Thinking Gillian was home, the young altar rushed into the house. But he found nothing, except a book lying on the floor and a broken robot bee camera.

On top of the book was a piece of paper containing a message written by Gillian's own hands.

'Hey, buddy! I knew you were coming. Do you remember Dorry? He's broken. Please fix! Give him the body of my plan and fill him with new memories! Goodbye and don't look for me!"

At that moment the Altar was a little confused mixed in wonder. Here he was busy looking for Gillian everywhere, while the one sought only left a letter containing a familiar message, as if the news of his loss was just plain.

Wow, Gillian, you're really driving everyone crazy!

After duplicating the book, the copybook was kept by the government, while the original one remained held by the Altar. The book serves as a reference to help Beltran Guido rise from the slump, as a result of the undead.

Perhaps some of you are wondering, why was the original book even kept by the Altar Master? All of that was solely due to the will written on the last page of the book.

This book was passed down to my best friend, the Altar of Heaven.

On the reverse page there is a writing that reads:

When he who has died walks without a soul, bring him back!

Make a choice between life and death.

Take him to the shadow of Atlantis, under the hands of men dressed in white.

When human creation no longer works, turn to nature. Nature gives you many things you want.

God has created so many benefits in the world, so 'which of God's blessings are you denying?'

At first glance, the layman would consider Gillian's message to be mere words of pearl, but to the Altar Master who was close to Gillian, there was no joke in every line of her message, but a mystery. Moreover, Gillian had quoted a verse from within the Holy Scriptures.

Obviously, this is an implied message.

Gillian is a strange person. He sleeps only two hours a day. Shower once a day. He prefers to be alone in the workspace for hours. He would leave books, pencils, and objects improperly arranged. He would even be furious if there was someone who dared to shift his thing, even if it was only a few inches.

If going outside, Gillian prefers to walk while looking for things to take home. In his adventures on the road, he is always accompanied by a small, bee-shaped camera robot called Dorry. Gillian's Dorry body is made of scrap motor iron that was dumped on the side of the road.

Now Gillian did not see even the tip of the hair. He came without knowing where he came from. He went out of nowhere. The useful masterpieces of Lazar City, bear silent witness to the labors, and the enormity of the ability of the human brain in a 'Gillian.'

Tok

The sound of the room door being knocked, distracts the Altar Master.

"Lake in!" the answer.

A man dressed in a suit, typical of a waiter, came in.

"Sorry, sir, outside is Mr. Hideo."

The Altar master was silent for a moment, "Make him enter!"

"Good, Sir."

Mr. Altar put the pendulum in one of the pages, then closed it. The book was put in the drawer of the work desk. As Sambari waited for Hideo, Mr. Altar sat leaning back and was ready to hear the news of his son, the Throne. If Hideo gets home, there is important news to tell him.

"Good afternoon, sir," said Hideo as he was in the room of the Lord Altar.

"Hideo, please sit down!" The Altar Master told Hideo to sit across from his desk. "What's the matter you came here for? Oh, yeah, how's my son---Tahta doing?"

"The throne is fine." Hideo is silent to string the right words together. "Sorry before if I'm presumptuous. My goal came to see you because I had something to say."

"About what?" Mr. Altar linked his fingers together, a sign he was positioning himself to be a good, but serious listener.

"It's about the Throne."

The Altar Lord's brows furrowed faintly, "about the Throne? What's wrong with my son?"

"I want to marry the Throne."

A father if he hears there is a young man of rank, proposing to his son, would be happy. The Altar Lord wanted the best for his daughter. But seeing the condition of the Throne, Mr. Altar was not sure Hideo really wanted his son. He should know what the reason Hideo proposed to his son first.

The eyes of the Altar Master had still not blinked for a few seconds, as he was so shocked. He was shocked not to play, nor did he just believe Hideo's words.

"You want to marry the Throne? Didn't you say the wrong thing?" ask Mr. Altar to make sure.

"I didn't say anything wrong. I really want to marry the Throne. I want her to be my wife."

The Altar Master tapped his finger gently on the table.

Now change the surprised Hideo.

"What do you mean, sir?"

"In addition to drugs, I just want to try to recover my son by giving him the affection of someone. Because I believe that building a happy mood can have a significant recovery effect. I didn't expect you to marry her. If the Throne is healed, you can go."

Like being slashed, Hideo's heart ached to hear it.

It was unexpected that it turned out to be the end of the game and the agreement between the two of them. All this time Mr. Altar had believed in him so much. He made room for his relationship with the Throne. From the steps of the Lord Altar so far, there is no sign of 'red' or 'do not.' Hideo thought that Mr. Altar would agree.

After gathering all the courage, it turned out to end the rejection of the father of the bride. Hideo felt his pride smeared. But he tried to hold his disappointment and anger in his heart, because he wanted to be with the Throne.

"Then from the beginning, you were just using me?"

"Somewhat the terms are, but I obviously just want you to restore the Throne-just think of it as a military service to civilians."

"See you said?!" Hideo strengthens his jaw. He almost snapped at the man in front of him. "You bring your child closer to a man, and the man wants to marry him. You can't make someone fall in love with him, and then you just throw that person away. I love the Throne like a man to a woman."

"Can't!" hardik Mr. Altar. "I'm a man too. I know how a man thinks. Men want to be served by women, want to be accompanied and provided his needs - both bathin and biological, also give birth to offspring. The throne cannot be like that. He's not what you guys want. If the Throne cannot perform its obligations as a wife--" Mr. Altar looked at Hideo, sharply.

"You will surely cast off the Throne and seek change. I can't let the Throne be hurt by love" he continued.

"I will not cast the Throne."

"It's enough that the Throne was cast out by Soni, because she's a zombie."

"I'm not a snot like him."

"Just because you're an adult, that's why I'm not willing."

"What's your problem, sir? I'm not leaving the Throne."

"The throne is still a child."

"Surely she is old enough to be married."

BRACKET

Mr. Altar. He even hit his desk, because Hideo was so stubborn.

"You must not marry the Throne!"

"But, Mr----"

"Kalilo!" shouted Mr. Altar calling his trusted servant.

"Yes, sir," replied Kalilo, coming in haste.

"Antar Hideo is out! The order is done," Lord Altar ordered, cold-pitched. He turned his chair back to Hideo.

Hideo did not immediately move from where he was sitting. He stared at the back of the chair which blocked the Altar Master's body from his sight.

"Before I go, I just want to emphasize once again that--I love the Throne. I can't promise because I know you don't believe me. But one thing is for sure - I will try to make the Throne happy. I will protect him with all my soul.

It doesn't matter, if the Throne can't do things like you mentioned earlier. I'll try to understand the situation, as I've been doing while I'm looking after her. Please reconsider, because I mean it."

Hideo stood on his two feet, then bowed to salute him.

"I'm sorry, if I've been interrupting your time. Excuse me, Master!"

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The throne was sitting in the canteen with his gang. Well, who else is a member of his gang if not Jilly and Zacky. In front of the Throne was a pile of Hideo's gift boxes. Samar, the eyes of the Throne seemed to sparkle happily. Her petite fingers were dancing to open the gift wrapper.

"From ... Hideo ... again?" ask Jilly.

"Pulse. Deo loving ... Tha much ... once a gift," answered the Throne.

"Tahta ... is showing off" said Zacky.

"Tha only .. want love .. look, Zacky," deny the Throne.

"That's ... her name is showing off," Jilly said.

"Uhhhh! Tha nda .. show off! Naughty!" The throne raised one of his hands up, threatening only. But Jilly and Zacky just continue to tease the Throne, to the point of wanting to hit his friends. "Uhs. Jilly naughty. Zacky's naughty!"

"What is your son doing?"

The Altar Lord came to visit Atlantis and went straight to the Throne. When the man passed by, his long coat swung as if blown by the wind. All the female nurses did not take their eyes off the Altar Master, to the point that the meat on the plate slumped to the floor.

"My body .. fell, nurse," said one half of the zombies.

"Oh, sorry!"

The throne looked around. He did not understand why everyone was so misbehaved, once his father came.

"What's wrong?" tanyanya sambari tilted her head.

"What's wrong? They ... like .. your father," replied Jilly.

"Um, like dad ... Tha?" The throne saw his father, then shook his head. "Nda .. nda can. Here, dad, Tha." The throne embraces the hand of his father.

Mr. Altar commented on the smile on his lips, then he rubbed the hair of the Throne fondly.

"Your gifts are many" commented Mr. Altar when he saw the pile of colorful boxes.

"Yes, dad. Nih ... from ... Deo," answered the Throne.

"Dispose only! I'll buy you a new one."

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