An Awakening Story

Chapter 3 - Idea's and Freedom

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Dzaka walked into his station, towering shelves and stacks of newspapers decorated the walls of the room, he saw some multiple people working there, folding and tying the neatly stacked papers with ropes and putting them aside.

One man who was tying up the stack of papers caught a glimpse of Dzaka entering, he smiled and turned to face the teen.

"Good morning Dzaka", the man said as Dzaka shifted his focus to him.

"Good morning mas! Are there any newer stacks needed to be counted?", Dzaka greets the man and asks the question immediately, wanting to get to his work fast.

The man only chuckled at his question and nodded.

"Of Course! It's all over there, you can start your work", he said as Dzaka said a quick thank you and went to his station.

He sat down and quickly grabbed a nearby book with the label "Production", and opened it, flipping through the pages as he stopped at the blank page yet to be filled. Grabbing a pen he then wrote the date and started counting the stacks of newspaper that had been neatly folded.

His work is a company by the chatter of the workers, giving out commands and bringing some newly pressed papers to the desk, while some talk among themselves about their condition at home, how their family is doing and other things Dzaka couldn't pick up on.

More newspaper stacks were put onto his table, he looked at the pile in awe, its height surpassed him from his sitting position.

'That's... alot..', he thought.

He then grabbed one of the papers and read the entry on the front page. A work published by an editor none other than his brother, he read each paragraph, the entry filled with idea's and sharp criticism being thrown within the words of the paper.

Dzaka read in amazement, he always felt so moved by his older brother's writing.

'Can i be like him one day?', he thought to himself as he shook his head.

'Don't think that just yet', he mentally sighs as he looks at the pile of newspapers and yelps abit from the increasing pile.

With said news paper starting to flood his desk, he immediately continued his work.

The morning slowly became dusk, as the lights inside the building began to light up, the small hanging chandelier illuminating the room with an orange tint. Dzaka was done with his work as he put away the pen and closed the book, he stood up with the book in his grasp and exited the room he works at.

Multiple workers said their goodbye's while multiple still sat on their chairs working away, Dzaka himself said some of his farewells while he was walking to the office. As he approached the door he saw a glimpse of his brother talking to one of the workers through the slightly open door, their conversation was muffled but he slightly saw him patting the worker on the shoulder and laughing abit. He stood in front of the door and knocked.

"Yes, come in", he heard Abi say, he pushed the door and entered the room.

"Nuwunsewu", Dzaka said subtly.

"Hello there Dzaka, is the report done?", Abi said as Dzaka nodded with a smile.

"Yes, it took a while but I managed", Dzaka said as he gave the book to his brother, Abi opened the book and flipped through the pages and landed on the most recently filled out page. He briefly scans the pages and nods with a smile.

"Well then, we are done for today", Abi said as he gave the book to the worker beside him. Dzaka sighs with a smile, knowing that today's work is done.