Fiction Campus
18 SERIES

"Is that really him?"

I showed my phone directly to Mus, to answer his disbelief.

"Now do you believe?"

"How could he use such language?"

"You mean?"

"Note the English he uses."

"Our green house is English literature? You're dementia?"

"Hajar is too natural for a student. Are you sure he typed the message?"

"Mus, this is her cell phone number ...".

"Try to translate again."

"Australia your friend come nothing to be got here. Hajar is this phone."

"justified? Someone else typed it, Bee. His English was disorganized but implied the message as if it was natural."

"I don't understand."

"The number of people with the owner of the original language or who in the country is striking .. in the use of a certain language, then the language will be very natural and not too concerned grammatical."

"You mean, if Hajar wrote it, then the writing style would be different?"

"true."

I thought, Mus is making things up and stalling. However, his intelligence did not disappear even one cubby. Still sharp as before.

"Then? This who?"

After asking that question, my phone rang. A person with a heavy voice typical of the country of kangaroos, crossing my speaker phone. I looked at the natural accent while looking at Mus.

"Where this phone refer to?

"Who is called by you? Sorry, this is my friends' number. Why you ..."

"Yeah, I found it. Could you come take them?"

"Sure? Where are you? W-Where is the owner?"

The man who called using Hajar's cell phone, stopped the call. He sent the location of Hajar's cell phone.

"This is what you're talking about? You're thorough, Mus."

"Hajar's phone was stolen?"

"Right, we have to find him, Mus."

"It's quite difficult if you have to do something du times."

"Do something twice?"

"Look, "Mus got up from his chair. "We're going to find Hajar or find the phone where the phone is?"

Mus jolted my logic with just such a simple thought. I feel like I'm a fool. Mus's right.

"Mus, you're right. Oh my God, how stupid of me. If we go to the location of the phone, Hajar still we will not find. I can't imagine how confused he is."

"That's true. But it's not entirely wrong, Bee. I mean, with that phone location information, we've got a focus on finding Hajar. There's no way the city where his cell phone fell, with Hajar's city being different now."

"Yes, I get it. We can weigh in because there are good people who want to call. He did not take it or sell it. But I mean, doing something twice is what, Mus?"

"We found Hajar's phone and himself."

"Not entirely wrong either, Mus."

"I'd said that before."

"Well, we can't find Hajar and meet him without his cell phone. Finding his phone according to the man's whereabouts, also includes helping Hajar who must also be grimacing looking for his phone."

"But ..."

"Oh? What else, Bee?"

"Why could that guy call your number right away, Bee? That's weird, isn't it? Of the many numbers on the phone, why can he choose exactly .. who to contact."

"I think he's just reflexively looking at the last message on Hajar's phone. Although he did not know the meaning of Hajar's message language, he was sure that my number was the solution to be contacted."

"Let's go, we just need to get to that location first, Bee. We'll know the answer for ourselves later."

Mus closed our worries elegantly. We went to the other side of the Australiian continent, Sidney. That's the description of the location of Hajar's phone sent by the man. Back then, was the beginning of the behind-the-scenes scenario, which became an unexpected ending.