The Zed Analytical Number Nine
Who Would've thought

Friends say, if you are sad shout!

The wind took him away

If you are still sad, paint the words

the sand! For the waves to sweep it

"There will probably be a lot of changes to it" said a woman who has short shoulder-length hair.

When it rained early that day, Zinta was taken to a resort not far from the local settlement. With a room only five times five meters in size, he lived together with some juiced research equipment.

"After you wake up, take some bread near you and put on a change of clothes" the man apparently told him in a piece of paper.

Not waiting for long, someone came from outside and greeted him. Of course after everything that was told was done by Zinta.

"Oh you're awake apparently. Since things have improved, I'll take you back home" he said as he left.

A young man with a stern expression on his face, his demeanor looked rather cold and aloof.

"Unfortunately I don't want to go home" Zinta replied, staring at the man's back.

"There must be a reason why you refused" he said.

"It takes me so many ways to be this free" Zinta replied while recalling something.

"So you think staying home means being locked up? And out the sign of free living? It's funny" she said with a small laugh.

"You don't know how I've lived these five years" Zinta replied.

Curiosity ambushed the man, and he began to glance at him again and again.

"I have been treated well by them. Without knowing the true meaning. You know, what did he say? He said he knew so much about me, that I didn't have to bother to find out for myself anymore" she explained.

The man seemed to be listening, maybe he was thinking how to find a gap for him to talk.

"Who are you really?" Twice, he asked Zinta the same question with a fixed look.

From behind the curtains of his house, someone saw them arguing from outside the room.

"Excuse me, are you two newlyweds here? Your voice is disturbing me. I was wondering what you were talking about. Ha haha" said a middle-aged woman approaching them.

"We are not." the man turned his head and then the conversation was re-emphasized.

"Just go on. Usually, men want more than two children. Isn't that so Professor Zedric, then,?" The middle-aged woman.

"What's that called,?" Zinta muttered.

"I'm sorry, I just read the words on your sign. Don't scold me, well I'll go now" he said, laughing.

"Isn't that a good idea" Zinta told him.

But Zedric did not respond, he then shifted the conversation to other things.

"You don't remember what the old grandmother said just now? Maybe the people here think that we are indeed a couple," he returned.

"So do you want us one bed, without a bond? Your name alone I don't know, how can we be together? Stop following me, and go to sleep quickly" he said, opening the door to the outside.

"Why did he know, I followed him from behind?," he protested inwardly.

Through the corner of the window, Zinta saw him sitting in the cold. Though he was already wearing a jacket, but the wind was able to sneak into his body.

"I can't sleep" Zinta said as she approached her to be seen sitting side by side.

Coincidentally back then, he was staring towards the sky. I don't know what wind drove Zinta to sleep, and did not realize the shoulder of the man next to her was a substitute for his bed.

"He was asleep here" Zedric murmured, turning to his right side.

"I know you're joking" he said with his eyes closed.

"Has he been delirious?" murmured Zedric.

"My name is Zinta" he said.

Zedric was aghast after hearing the words from him.

"Why is he so annoying!" His bluff while moving his palm towards Zedric was.

Zinta woke up after feeling someone was fending off her wrist. The night became a memory, and it was harder to forget for those who missed it.

"I miss you" murmured Zedric in disbelief.

He said until his voice trembled, his clear circle had spread.

"Why are you crying?" Zinta asked puzzledly, after she was in the man's arms.

"They remind me of old times, of course when I was young. Love is so romantic, it's nice to see it happy" recalls the middle-aged woman.

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"I thought he was gone after it happened. Soon the researchers mutated to the region! I want him to meet me first, before it is properly declared his life to be lost!," He ordered.

"What does he mean Zinta? Geez I just remembered, having left her there for too long," Doctor Sheila rushed away after hearing the direction from the chairman.

"I hope Fariz doesn't see it" murmured Doctor Salman who was his old teammate.

Half an hour later Doctor Sheila stopped right at the door. From there he could conclude that Zinta was not in the house. A door was opened wide in front of him.

"She's gone!," Doctor Sheila told him by telephone.

"Don't panic! I will participate in the mutation, of course to find and bring it back" replied Doctor Salman who tried to calm him down.

* To be continued..