The Plan Of Masked Man
A Shadow

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"Master? Are you okay?"

AK glanced at Icha who broke her daydream. "Hm. Can I know who the doctor who handled your surgery is?"

"If I had remembered, I would have said. My memory is like darkness. The more I tried to remember the tragedy, the more birds flew over my head. But, there's something I remember. A glimpse of the flames surrounding me and a papa conversation with a woman. The rest is blurry and it makes my head almost explode" Icha said blankly.

The hand of AK outstretched rubbing Icha's head, Icha spontaneously turned her gaze to look at AK's face. Those sharp eyes held many stories, as if Icha's heart could understand every AK affliction. Icha's outstretched hand cupped AK's face. "Any night will pass, endure. Sunlight will give a new color of life. I don't know why my heart beats so fast, but my heart believes. You're a good man."

Greeeb...

Icha's words shook AK's heart. For a long time, his steps were walking in the darkness without light. What is inside Icha, but she slowly infiltrates her heart. The smell of the body with a sweet perfume, soothes his feelings.

"Let's step together and get this all done together. Did you accept my request?" ask Icha after AK releases a hug.

AK reached out a hand that was greeted with a sweet smile Icha. "Representative."

"No! Be shadow. Are you willing?" dispute AK.

Icha's eyes blinked and nodded. "Shadows are better, because colleagues can betray."

"Dreams can be traitors, because they can betray themselves. Not betrayal like a partner, let alone an enemy. But betray in heart and mind." explained AK and stared at the planning scheme board.

Icha clucked in awe, the man in front of her did indeed have an attitude worthy of an example. For a moment Icha recalled, how the papa just always gives material without teaching attitude. Especially when he gives a question about Asthma, then surely the papa will be angry without giving an explanation let alone an answer.

"Do you know all the figures on this board?" tanya AK pointed at the board in front of her.

Icha stared at each photo, lucky all the photos not photos after the murder. "All I know is papa, but the other faces I've never seen. Why don't you just goggle it?"

"Have you forgotten who you are?" AK Syndir who is anxious with the question Icha.

Icha chuckled softly, it turned out that the man who made himself a shadow was not an innocent person. That means I know he's a hacker. Icha raised both hands and held her own ears. "Sorry, I'll find out who they are. Is there a laptop?"

"Hmmm. Just check on that laptop, I gotta go. Want to order something?" knock AK while pointing to the table, where there is a closed laptop.

Icha looked at AK. Suddenly his heart felt uneasy, without hesitation Icha held onto AK's arm. "Where to? I'm coming! Am I not your shadow?"

"Just looking for food. Should I come?" ask back AK.

Icha nodded, and immediately grabbed the laptop on the table. No matter the astonished AK reaction, Icha's footsteps walked away from AK. Seeing Icha's funny behavior, AK wants to laugh. "Do you want to walk?"

AK questions successfully stop Icha's footsteps. Icha turned around, it turned out that AK was still standing in the same place. "What does it mean to walk?"

Instead of answering, AK opened a drawer under the table. His hand picked up something, and AK's footsteps led to a pile of some cardboard that seemed neatly arranged. "Can you help me?"

"I don't want you to leave" replied Icha and reluctantly approached AK.

"It turns out you're too quick on amnesia. Comein! All of us go to the doctor." Ak said and opened the car door with a key.

Icha just according, the two entered the black sports car. AK starts the car engine, and presses one red button. The sound of the door shifting, distracting Icha. Once again Icha can only be clucked, it turns out the abandoned warehouse that impressed horror. Have adequate facilities.

The car left the warehouse through a side door that turned out to have a special road, until the scenery was only trees and wild plants. "What are you all building? Why is everything as planned?"

"Hmmm. Where do you want to eat?" ask AK.

Icha looked at AK with annoyance, often neglected questions and diverted other questions. AK knows being noticed with his shadowy wry face. "Sometimes a little know the secret, then life will be safe."

No more words to say. It is not useless to have a thousand questions. But no one answer was found. Although AK is still better, compared to the papa.

"Did you forget why you brought a laptop?" AK syndicate.

Icha heard but did not answer, his hand chose to open the laptop. But the wallpaper on the screen, suddenly pierced his heart. Shaking her head, Icha tried to open a personal website. But AK's hand stopped his heart's intention. "Open up ghost mode. Don't just use this laptop, or blow us both."

"What is Ghost Mode?" tanya Icha who first heard, although it has long entered the world of IT.

AK chose to lower the speed, and entered the parking lot of a Cafe. The car is parked smoothly, the engine is turned off and AK installs the hood. "Let's get off! I explained inside."

"alright. Can I go to the toilet first?" ask Icha with a horse's grin.

AK nodded and extended a hand. Icha doesn't understand, but AK's index finger points towards the laptop. "Would you bring this?"

"Hmmm." answered AK.

Icha gives AK's laptop and comes out first. AK let Icha into the cafe alone, and for a moment AK hands busy surfing exploring letters and numbers. "It seems like I should go there. But what do you want me to do about the woman I'm with? I don't guarantee, he can fast talk."

Leaving AK still busy thinking about his plan, Icha felt trembling as her footsteps intercepted some people in black clothes.

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