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# The Newspaper Seller

" newspaper.koran.". "a newspaper seller peddled his wares by riding a paddle bike came and stopped right at the main gate. A man in his forties, modest in stout posture, approached the security guards and offered them a newspaper.

" Today's paper, sir. Big news.." he shouted, who suddenly stole the attention of four security officers at the place and looked suspiciously at him.

" I'm sorry sir, we've got a newspaper here. The next time yes" said one of the security guards subtly.

" sstht .. Please do not make any suspicious moves. Do it as if you bought this newspaper. I am the messenger of Mr. Zicko and Mr. Axel. "said the newspaper seller whispered a little and gave them some copies of the newspaper.

" What's your name, let me tell Mr. Axel first" said one of the officers as he went page by page. Trying to be ordinary.

" Just say Mr. Zicko's order came. "the newspaper seller replied briefly as he sorted out the newspapers he carried.

" Well, for a minute" the security guard crouched down to avoid being seen from the outside and grabbed the phone from inside the drawer, opened the screen and pressed the call button.

" Your order came sir. "he said then after his call was answered.

[[" From ? " ]]

" A newspaper salesman. "

[[" Okay. Let him in. " ]]

" Prepared sir" replied the officer, closing his call.

" Let me take her inside. You've been waiting for. "said the officer then.

The newspaper seller immediately parked his bike on the outskirts of the guard post. Taking out a thick stack of newspapers and carrying them over his hands was like he was carrying a tray, walking in with steady steps like he was in a line and humming quietly. Making the three security officers who were standing guard there shake their heads and laugh amusedly at his behavior.

" Please sir. Straight ahead, the second room on the right "clearly stopped the steps as they reached the front door.

" good. Thank you, "the newspaper seller stopped his silly attitude and walked with a swift step in the direction that has been shown.

" You have come. Please enter.. "

The newspaper seller gasped as a man appeared from inside the second room indicated by the security guard. But a moment later he smiled and blinked one eye in front of the man.

" Good master Axel" he replied with a slanted smile. He stepped in lightly. He saw Zicko was concentrating on typing something on the keyboard lap top in front of him. While Axel looked forward for a moment and then entered and closed the door tightly.

" You've come so early Mr. O. It was a brilliant idea to be a newspaper salesman. " Zicko stood up from his seat. Smiling, the newspaper seller turned out to be Mr. O in disguise and let him sit in the guest chair in the middle of the room in front of Zicko's desk.

" Don't I have to be careful, sir. Yesterday Mr. Axel told me everything, " said Mr. O as he put a thick stack of newspapers he carried on the table.

" How do I look..? " he continued asking while staring at Zicko and Axel alternately. A slanted smile fell on the corner of his lips.

Zicko and Axel looked at him in amazement. His face really looks like someone else's and not the face of Mr. O they know. Zicko walked around Mr. O and chuckled in admiration.

Suddenly Mr. O's hand moved both hands. It touched his face and ended up under his neck. The fingertips of his two hands pinched the thin sheet and pulled it slowly, very carefully.

Zicko and Axel were further amazed when slowly the sheet that was thin and colored like human skin was lifted and raised Mr. O's face behind it. The thin sheet resembled a human face complete with hair on its head.

" This is one example of the results of my work Sir. "he said then after putting the heart-liver mask that he had just released onto the table.

Zicko and Axel laughed at the same time. Shaking their heads as if inexhaustible - the end of their amazement at Mr. O.

Zicko's hand moved slowly palpating the entire surface of the mask. Feels very smooth and cold. Not just an ordinary mask, because it is used to cover the entire head of the wearer not just the face. Zicko noticed every detail of the face and head depicted on the mask.

" Unbelievable. "his his frown was amazed.

" This is my collection that I often wear when I'm on reconnaissance duty. " Master O explained. " And there are many other collections" he continued.

" Have you ever been caught wearing a disguise like this, sir..? " ask Zicko inquisitively.

" Never in the beginning - the beginning of my duty. At that time I was a little careless doing something that made the skin of the mask scratched a bit wide and showed my real skin. And that made my enemies suspicious at the time. "

" Mister O was almost dead because it was discovered and had been in a row. Fortunately, we found the trail he left behind. We immediately followed the trail and arrived in time to help him and arrest some of them. " Axel explained while remembering the events of several years ago that they experienced while on duty together revealed a murder case. Mr. O smiled warmly looking at Axel with gratitude.

" It was somehow my fate at that time if there was no Mr. Axel" he said slowly. Exhales a sigh of relief. While Axel was just smiling, walked towards him and patted his shoulder slowly.

" Isn't that my duty, sir..? Because you saved my life before. "

" Ah done. We can - we can cry bombay here if we remember - remember our old story. "he said with a laugh. Patting slowly Axel's hand which also laughed at his words.

Zicko just kept quiet and smiled listening to the story of the two of them. In his heart he felt proud to have known great people like them.

" Okay, our Master, just go straight. " Mister O opens the conversation directly to the point.

" This is your order" he continued, opening a piece of newspaper on a thick stack on the table. There was a rectangular line in the shape of ash - the ash of the edge line protruded into about four centi from the perimeter of the newspaper.

Mr. O rubbed the rectangular surface with his palm.See brown color replaces the color of ash - ash that turns out to resemble dust that serves to cover the original color. There is a thin lever at the left end. Mr. O pulled the lever to the right and saw the shape of the room in it as thick as a pile of newspapers - about twenty centi in height, shaped like a small box of crates in a pile of newspapers.

" Wow.. ! " Zicko exclaimed in amazement. He saw in the box some masks similar to those used by Mr. O to disguise earlier.

" It's according to your order. Please check first. " Mister O took one by one the mask from inside the hidden box and placed it in front of Zicko.

" Hmmm.this is really smart work and very genius thing that I have ever seen. " Zicko nodded confidently at Mr. O's work.

" That way everything is ready to run, sir.. " Axel connected Zicko's words while lighting a cigarette that had been embedded in his lips.

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