Zombie City: Dead or Life
11. Memory of the Past (2)
*Haqqul POV*
I was still unconscious with severe injuries, somehow my next fate later.
Am I going to die here...
I opened my eyes slowly and regained consciousness from fainting for quite a while, suddenly the head hurt a lot and held onto it.
"Ughs... This is where..?" said I who looked around and myself was already in the room like an operating room.
Suddenly the door opened and two people came in and came up to me, I was a little surprised because one of them was my father and the other one was dressed as a professor.
"You're conscious, son?" said my father who saw my situation.
"Of course, but why am I here, Dad? And also... What is this place?" ask me who glances around.
"You were found unconscious with severe injuries by your father's friend" replied the father with a smile.
"This is a lab that belonged to a friend of dad's who found you and dad who funded it" continued the father who insinuated the person next to him.
"And I am the owner of this laboratory, even though your father is funding it, although it is a bit stingy" said someone beside the father who felt insinuated and replied to my father's insinuation.
"Hey hey's.. If I was stingy, I wouldn't have helped you until now" my father said with a smile.
"Laboratory?? Who are you really??" look at the person next to my father with a confused look.
"Oh I almost forgot! Introduce my name is zainal, you can call me professor zainal" said the professor with a lazy tone to identify himself.
"I am haqqul dwi wardhana, the second son of eric wardhana" I said in reply to his introduction.
"Hey Eric look, like my experiment was successful" continued professor zainal who elbowed my father and pointed to my left arm.
"Wooaahhw.. Hm..! Hm..! Like she is!" said my father who was amazed to see my left arm.
I didn't understand what father and professor zainal were talking about but, as I remembered, my left hand was cut off against Andhika.
I got curious and then looked at my left hand, how shocked I was...
A hand made of special steel was attached to my body with a design similar to the original, just that there was no skin.
With sparkling eyes and awe to see my left hand, inexplicably very cool shape and also must be very great strength. My father only showed a relieved smile because he saw that I was not sad because I lost my left hand.
"Thank God your son is happy and not sad because he lost his hand" said professor Zainal who looked at my father with a lazy look.
"Excite a little professor! Take it easy, I'm so grateful to have a friend like you zainal! Ahahaha!!" my father said by patting Professor zainal's back hard and laughing loudly.
"Ughh!! Substantial.. I'm like I'm just being used, Oh yeah like he's coming to see his son" said professor zainal while looking at the note he held seriously.
"Yes.. Of course and this will be a pleasant meeting of course" my father said with a smile.
"I'm reminded of the times when we were sitting on the same bench first" said professor Zainal, who recalls his time with his father with a smile.
"That's a pretty pleasant past "my father timps with a sweet look and a small smile.
Suddenly...
Fx:BLAAAAAMM!!!!
The sound of someone opening the door loudly, that person then walked up to the three of us with a grin.
Professor zainal and my father just flatly saw the appearance of the person who approached him.
"Can you break your habit it's great." said my father with his flat face.
"You haven't changed a bit, you're great." said the professor with the same flat face as my father.
"Haha!! I'm sorry, but my appearance like that was really cool, wasn't it?" said that person who was none other than named great.
"It's normal" with his lazy tone professor zainal.
"Hum.hum.." nodding my father in agreement with professor zainal's opinion.
"When I've tried to be pretty cool." said the great uncle who was humbled.
"Oh yeah, is your son okay eric, I'm sorry, because of my son, your son got hurt and had to lose his hand" said the great uncle apologizing to my father.
"It doesn't need to be that grand, our children are both hurt and it's because of their own actions, so there's no need to apologize like that" said my father who rejected my great uncle's apology subtly.
"After all we are 3 roses, hahaha!!" continued my laughing father and patted the great uncle's back hard.
"You're right too, I remember that name that had an idea was zainal. Ahahaha!!!!" great uncle laughed too.
Professor zainal put on his flat face staring at the great father and uncle.
I was just confused by the clueless face of what the three of them said, but one thing I understood was.... My hands are turning cool. All I did was admire my own hands with sparkling eyes without caring about the three people who spoke.
Then professor zainal approached me and took me to a place, I just nodded and followed him and ignored the great father and uncle who were still talking.
We both started down the laboratory hallways, it felt quite quiet and there were lots of rooms along the hallway.
"So... Do you like your new hand?" ask professor zainal who began to speak in his lazy tone.
"Eh..? Of course, professor, I really like it" answered me who looked at my left hand again with sparkling eyes.
"Good then, ask your father for permission once a week to come to my lab, because I still have to perfect your robot hand" he said in a lazy tone.
"Okay, professor, may I ask the professor?"
"Sure" said the professor briefly.
"Professor, are you a friend of my father's?" ask me, still walking with her.
"Hm.. We can say we are friends since smp. I, your father and the one who spoke to me and your father were great sons, we were best friends. At that time I named our friendship as 3 roses, until now it is still so" said the professor who showed his small smile.
Maybe the professor recalled the time when sitting on the bench while with his father and great uncle.
"Wait a minute, like I've heard a son's name, but where is it?" I murmured in my heart.
We talked for a while until the end we arrived and stopped in front of a door in one of the lab rooms. Professor Zainal opened the door and then went inside, I just came in and saw someone sleeping in his bed.
"For so long you're a professor, where is my father, should he have come!?" said someone who was still sleeping on his bed in an annoyed tone.
"Patience, your father has come, he is having a moment's need in another room" said professor Zainal who was somewhat irritated.
Like I've ever known this voice, is it possible....
"Ooh.. You brought someone else, professor, hey, how are my rivals?" say it with a grinning smile.
"I don't feel like I'm making you my rival" I said coldly to her.
"Ughs... The taste of your words is as sharp as your katana" she sighed in a heavy tone.
"So how are you doing andhika...?"
"Better than before his haqqul" said andhika with a grin.
"Looking at you two reminds me of your father during a fight" professor Zainal said.
"What about your right hand andhika?" go to professor zainal.
"I think it's fine, even though I feel a bit strange" said Andhika by looking at the robot hand attached to her body.
"Then I will test the hand's abilities, you two come with me!" professor Zainal said seriously and went out of the room.
Andhika and I followed Professor Zainal from behind, I think the professor wanted to know the greatness of this robotic hand.
Some time we followed professor zainal, finally we stopped in a white room that was quite spacious, maybe like a room for trials or something like that. The professor told us both to wait here and then Professor Zainal went to the other room.
I saw on the upper wall a small room, like a control room and not long after that professor zainal, my father and great uncle were already in the control room.
Sfx:Hey your children heard my voice? Well, I'll just say it in person... I want you guys to fight each other right now, I want to make sure of something and your dad has allowed me, now fight and use your robot hands!!
A speaker in the corner of the room rang out loud and that spoke professor zainal himself, andhika gave a thumbs up towards the control room and I just nodded with a cold look.
"Alright let's start the exercise..!" said the excited andhika with a grinning smile.
"If that's what the professor says I'll do." Look at me coldly.
We both started to keep our distance and started with standby positions. I started first by running towards her quickly and kicking her belly, but it was held up with her robotic hand.
Andhika quickly parried her to the side and was about to hit me in the face, but I swiftly avoided her punch.
"You really are my rival!! " said andhika who kept fighting blows with me.
Sfx:BAAKK!! BUKK!! BRAAKK!! THE DAAAKK!! BUUKK!! THE DHUAKK!!
"Of course." I said in a cold tone by continuing to shine my punches and kicks towards andhika with all my might.
The two of us fought and continued to fight blows with our robot hands.
Sfx: focus on getting the strongest power out of the robot's hands!!
We heard what the professor said through the speaker and began to move away and keep our distance.
Andhika and I started to focus and close their eyes. Her sense of something turbulent wanting to come out from inside my body, and it was quite cold once.
Suddenly....
Sfx: KRAA..KLAAKKS..TRING..!!!
I opened my eyes and was shocked because my robot hand was suddenly covered in ice like an ice hand. My eyes twinkled in amazement seeing my hands so cool.
I then looked at andhika who was still focused then opened her eyes with a grinning smile.
Sfx:BWWWOOSSH!!! THE WWUSSH!!
A blazing fire enveloped the hands of the andhika robot with a flame. I just saw it sparkling. Then I realized that this was still in the fight and went on standby.
"Hot! The heat! The heat! Ehh?? It's not hot?" said Andhika who wagged her hands because she thought her hands would feel hot but it was not.
"Eehhh this is the real strength of this robot hand, very interesting" continued andhika who was amazed.
Without further ado I ran towards her and hit her body with my robot hand covered in ice.
But deftly andhika held her by her robotic hand which was enveloped in flames.
I then retreated some distance and prepared to attack again, as well as Andhika who was also preparing to attack.
With our own fighting style horses, the two of us ran towards each other and smacked our robot hands with all our might.
We had no chance to punch and almost close suddenly the voice of professor zainal stopped our fight.
Sfx: Enough kids!!
We both looked at the control room and saw professor zainal, my father and great uncle coming out of the room to approach us.
The fire that enveloped the hand of the robot andhika began to subside and disappear, as well as the ice that enveloped my robot hand instantly the ice shattered into fragments of ice and melted.
The professor then approached us with a thumbs up sign of pleasure with our fight.
"It's great for the kids" said the professor in a happy tone.
"Good, eric once a week take your son to my lab, because I want to see his next development" said professor zainal.
"Alright zainal, I'm counting on you"
"Me too" my dad smirked with a smile.
"Then I and my son will go home" said the great uncle and brought Andhika home.
"Then I'll also go home with my son" my father said.
The four of us say goodbye to professor zainal and leave his laboratory.
Two black cars were parked in the wild lab, my father and great uncle talked for a while and shook hands and went home.
Before I got in andhika's car called me.
"Hey haqqul! Will you be my friend and rival?" speak so confidently.
"Of course, we'll meet again" I answered flatly and then got in the car.
My father got in the car and the driver started to gas our house.
"Dad." said I who saw the sky that began to rise the sun beautifully.
"Yes, son, what's wrong?" by looking towards me.
"Today is quite pleasant for me father." I said with an innocent smile.
My father then closed his eyes with a small smile and opened his eyes again.
"Yes, son.."
The To Be Continued.....
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