The Versatile
Chapter 14's
“When you ride your first bike what do you do?” said the voice of the woman who appeared suddenly that they could not see anyone here and the question made them all confused.
“I think I'll say thank you,” replied Josh.
“Mistaken answer. Two more times your chance, or the laser will appear and you will be cut.”
“Josh! Don't answer carelessly,” Spencer's orders on Josh.
“Mistaken answer. One more chance.”
Hazel shook her head, they all became mute. One more chance, and no one's allowed to talk unless they find the answer.
Hazel twisted her brain, this place her father made her. Maybe it has something to do with him. He kept thinking and he remembered the first time his father bought him and he fell all over. Hazel believes that is the answer. But here risking lives, lives, not just Hazel's.
“Making it up and falling all over,” finally Hazel answers and hopes the answer is correct. Hazel glanced at Josh and Spencer, they were also glued. Either because of Hazel's answer or because of fear of the laser appearing.
“Jawaban true. Welcome Miss Skylar.”
Afterwards laughter rang out from Josh and Spencer. “What? At least it produces?” now Hazel leads the way.
“So, I think it's your precious memories as a child huh?” josh asked while still chuckling a little.
“Yes, that's funny huh? Every child would love to have a bike when they are seven, right?” Hazel rolled her eyes.
“Josh, don't embarrass Hazel. She's so shy,” Defend Spencer. But it was more about mocking him.
“So now you guys are friends? Already you guys don't want my fist to float right?”
“OK, okay the queen is angry now,” taunts Josh. They both laughed again.
“Maybe that's why a lot of boys don't want to be your girlfriend Hazel,” Spencer added. Then they laughed together again.
Patience Hazel, that's what Hazel said in her heart. He was eager to get angry, but there was no point to these two annoying people.
“Yes, therefore the boys never approached me. They were afraid I was fists before they approached me. So stay away from you now!” hazel's face flushed.
Josh and Spencer are no longer laughing. Hazel is not a quick-tempered person, but they make Hazel look like a shy girl who likes it when boys tease her. Hazel doesn't like that. He wanted everyone to look at him strongly.
Hazel opened a door, looking like home again. It even looks like his home. No more doors without the knob. Unchewed food and drinks without being gulped. But there's no way she's at home. Maybe his father just wanted to make this place comfortable for him. Hazel goes to her room, as she opens it, it looks exactly like her room. Even the details are exactly the same.
Hazel quickly closed the door. He didn't want to see Spencer and Josh's face. The two men annoyed him and it was better that Hazel did not see them now than she had to punch them in the face.
He just remembered that he had forgotten the paper he had stored in him. Hazel reached into her pocket deeply, the paper folded neatly. And the fold when opened is visible for a long time, so it leaves the marks of the fold lines. Hazel opened it slowly, handwriting written on it.
Hazel remained silent for a while, not knowing what the inscription meant.The inscription read, TONGUE OF GOLDEN FIRE. What that means, Hazel doesn't know. Maybe it's a show. He also remembered about the numbers in the box. Maybe it's a code to open something. Hazel took a piece of paper from her desk, took a pencil and remembered the number on the box.
There was a seven, then he wrote another eight. If he could go back up, he would have recorded the number. And now he had to think hard to remember those numbers. Then he recalled there were numbers four, one, and the last five.
The numbers kept him scrambled, but he didn't manage to find anything. Hazel finally gave up, even though she kept thinking about the numbers. But he was trying to get those numbers out of his mind. He recalled the incident, the thing Spencer said was true, he never had a girlfriend. The most important thing for him is his family, friends, and himself. Speaking of friends, Hazel never really had a best friend.
Now his mind drifted on his father again. Since this morning he kept thinking about the little memories of him and his father. He bought him his first bicycle at the age of seven and his father's last gift at the age of seventeen.
“Wait! Seven and seventeen. I think it's in these random numbers.” Hazel scribbled the paper. There was only one number seven there, but there was a number one, which meant he could write seventeen there. There are three more numbers left to find the rest. This is easier because there are only three numbers. There are four, eight, and five.
He was looking for his relationship with the numbers. Four whether he had done milkatu at the age of four years. Hazel doesn't remember that, but young children rarely remember important events at the age of four. Of course with her father being very detailed she definitely didn't include things that Hazel doesn't remember.
Hazel sits on her bed, then rests herself with a pillow. He thought these three numbers were easier to find, but harder than he had expected. He kept changing those numbers. Five, four, and eight. Eight, five, four. Four, eight, five. Five, eight, four. Eight, four five. And the last number, four, five, and eight. Hazel sorted through the numbers.
He took the last two numbers, four and eight. Five and four. Eight and five. Eight and four. Four and five. Five and eight. Hazel kept turning her brain until at some point she found the second number.
“I'm from 2017, just like the first number I found. And now I'm in 3045. And there's a number four five there. I think the second number is forty-five.” Hazel laughed with joy.
There was only one more number left, and it didn't need him to be random anymore. Because there is only one, what you want to be randomized from that one. The remaining number is eight. Now Hazel just has to scramble those three numbers and see what she gets.
He took another piece of clean paper, then rewrote what he had obtained, he wrote the number seventeen, then forty-five, and the last eight. He gives a strip mark on each number as a delimiter. Whether this was a code and related to his Golden Fire Tongue or not. He recorded the numbers as first he did, dividing them into six parts.
Seventeen, forty-five, and eight. Forty-five, seventeen, and eight. Eight, forty-five, and seventeen. Forty-five, eight, and seventeen. Seventeen, eight, and forty-five. Eight, seventeen, forty-five.
These numbers keep him having to rack his brain. Two minutes passed and Hazel found nothing. At the moment he is not thinking about Spender and Josh in the least, his mind is constantly focused on finding these codes. His father has left these codes for him to solve, if he succeeds maybe he will find a secret that no one ever knows. And maybe he's the only one who knows.
He looked at the numbers. Code, or a date. 17-8-45-C. “I found him!” hazel said with trembling. Not because he was scared, but happy to have found his codename.
But what does all this mean. Seventeen days, eight months, forty-five years. What's on that date. It was the most important day of his life. Or it was the worst day of his life. Or it's an event to come.
The night air freezes all parts of the world. But not until it becomes ice. Fortunately Hazel and the others were far from the surface. They do not feel the cold of the night.
Since Hazel and Josh's fight, Hazel hasn't spoken to them again. Hazel is also busy finding codes from her father. His eyes were a little swollen now. He didn't cry, he just lacked sleep.
From outside Hazel hears someone knocking on the door, either Josh or Spencer.
“Hazel? You inside?” that's Josh. “I'm sorry I and Spencer, we didn't mean that. We thought you didn't take it seriously.”
“Indeed no. But why am I angry?” answer Hazel and then ask a question back. “Because I don't want to be treated like a spoiled girl who likes to flirt,” Hazel asks and she answers it herself.
“Yes, Hazel forgive us,” this time Spencer's voice is heard.
In his room Hazel was sitting at his study. He took out a paper containing the dates from the numbers he had found. He glanced at the date stuck on the wall. Now the sixteenth of August is forty-five, which means tomorrow is the seventeenth of August the year was thirty-five. Even he was unaware that it was now the sixteenth.
Josh and Spencer's voices are no longer heard from behind the door. It was quite a tiring day for Hazel, she did not do any outside activities, but her scouts continued to work on breaking those numbers. He hasn't eaten since breakfast this morning. Her stomach did not protest against hunger either, so Hazel let her. He fell asleep and felt nothing more.