The door opens on a dark room where it glistens up the room consists of one bed, a metal cupboard, a futuristic table with television beside it. Next to the bed is the balcony that shows a great view of the floral place. "Is this room the same as the rest, Kimi?" he asked. "Yeah. Each room has the same items per person, except the space is bigger at the balcony section. So if you want to put something in your room, then by all means." Haqimi explains before turning his sights to Abu Zar who is gape on the computer software. "What do you think, Abu?" he asks Abu Zar, which gives a happy nod. "This is incredible, it even has DNS?" "All that we've learned from Dr. Hadhrami. And I been thinking of letting you tinker a bit with the computer software so that you could get used to it." Haqimi said. Abu Zar surprised to hear it from him. "You want me to handle all of this?" he asked. Haqimi nods to him and said. "You're the only person I know that expert on this. I can do all of this while I'm here, but not on the field. I need eyes and ears. If you want to ask for an extra hands, let me know, okay?" Abu Zar nodded.
Rose waves at Haqimi after he talked to Abu Zar. "Kimi! Can all of us go to that floral place?! We noticed that there's a park down there!" she yelled since she is a few feet away from him. "If you guys want to take pictures, sure! But I advise NOT to post those picture in social media! We don't want many people to find out where we live! This place is basically unsanctioned by the government, and were never fully aware of this place!" he said. "Yes, Dad!" Hidayah, Rose, Arissa, Aqif, and Azmil teases Haqimi as they all went to the middle door where the floral park is. He shakes his while smiling over the shenanigans that they did. He looks at Abu Zar. "Wanna join with the others?" Abu Zar shakes his head. "Maybe next time. I want to mess around with the computer for the time being." "You got it. We'll be at the park if you wanted to find us." said Haqimi before walks away from Abu Zar for his fun to the floral park.
Haqimi walks up to the middle door. He opens the door and sees his friends roaming around the park. He walks down the stairs slowly to admire the view.
While he was walking, he could calmly listen to all of the floras and faunas that was around him. Bees buzzing around the flowers to pollinate, birds flying around singing on top of him, and he even could feel and hear the breeze of wind from his ears. Then suddenly, he heard a familiar voice in his sounds of peace. "Looks like you having fun then, huh?" The sounds of a female voice jumped Haqimi causing him to look around for that voice. As he arrives down from the stairs, the female voice giggles and said, "I'm right in front of you, silly." He looks to the front and saw a beautiful lady wearing a black batik that is filled with grey flowers and a pink like hijab. He froze as he stutters to speak. She giggles. "What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?" The lady slowly walks up to him as the winds blew from her direction to his. She held her hands to his cheeks gently and softly, then suddenly she shed tears. "I'm sorry." she apologizes. Then, she continued, "I'm sorry that I abandoned you that day. If only I knew that day, I would've come and find you. And if I did, I would've kissed you even if it is against the Law of Islam. I'm so sorry." she cried endlessly while holding his cheeks. Haqimi opens his mouth, "You're not Dhia." he said hoarsely, hesitating whether if he is right or not. "I know. But you are his. So, I know you have the same pain as his. Which is why I said all of these things, because I know that one day, the other me whom you were mentioned just know, will say the same thing to you." she explained which confuses him. "Why? I don't know if she likes me or not." She smiles as leans her head to his right ear and whispers, "Believe me, with every kind deeds you will do for her in the future, I'm certain that she'll always be with you.... no matter what. You are not alone, my dear." She fades away after saying those words to him. Haqimi tries to piece things together and he realises who she really is. "Could she be.... Mikito Sato's lover, Dhiana?" he talks to himself. He hears Arissa's voice calling to him. He casually walking towards his friends with one question banks in his mind, why is she looks a lot like Dhia?
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Intelligence Agency
General FictionTales of a group of IT students living a normal life as a university students when one of their friends went rogue and attempts to sell their names as well as their lecturers to seek recognition and privilege. Their espionage adventures begins as on...