Puzzle 2: Role Playing Game

Copyright © 2015 by Kheira Tikelaline.

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CONTENTS

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Once upon a time

An ear heard a voice

The ear had long sought.

Fifteen years later

The ear recognized the voice.

And she said:

‘It’s good to meet you again, honey.

I had to wait longer.’

The ear said to the mind:

‘Say to the voice that you love her!’

And the mind wrote on a white sheet:

‘I love you, Dwight David Yoakam.’

Kheira Tikelaline

October 3, 2011

Especially dedicated to

Hugh Laurie Mitch Marine

Eugene Edwards

Dwight Yoakam

CHAPTER 1

Disguised under well chosen words…

The most absurd theories…

Is often enough…

To gain acceptance.

Gustave Le Bon

W hat a funny idea to walk around with the mobile phone!

It was until I was bent over my dog to release him leaves, the damn phone has been ringing at the bottom of the pocket of my brown leather jacket.

Wow! I made progress you have seen! I can even give you the type and colour of my own jacket! If I continue like this I will be able to give you some information that I was trying for long time to hide or to pretend to forget. My dog had not waited for me, so I gave him the privilege to run at will. He walked away from me and already he began his hunt enigmatic odors from one place to another until I called him.

‘Leary!’ I finally replied the phone while keeping an eye on my pet.

‘Hi! You’re in the corner?’ Akira asked.

‘Maybe. Why?’

‘You should go home and keep a look at your computer.’

‘You scare me there!’

‘Don’t worry. You will see, it may interest you. Kuwan has sent us something.’

‘Tell me more.’

‘No, go and see.’

‘You’re boring!’

‘I know. Go and see!’

I would add something else when I guessed that he had hung. He was blessing because I was not sure what I was going to say again.

While arranging my phone, I skirted the gaze to my dog, who had used me to be busy to get a chat with a fellow. Do not agree, the two animals began to exchange courtesies dog language.

Really incomprehensible! Just before the arrival of fangs, I screamed the name of my dog, and immediately he turned up as fast as he could, leaving his game buddy on the spot, squirming at the end of a leash that the lady pulled mercilessly.

I thought I saw a pair of eyes staring at me before turning away from me. The lady was gone dragging her dog behind her like a shopping cart.

I dropped mine on my pile of hair, who was sitting at my feet for forgiveness. Instead of shooting him an ear, I leaned on him to hand over the leash and like good fellows, take the way back to the sweet home.

I was so in my mind that I could not hear the footsteps of someone who seemed to be running behind me. There were so many people who were running this time.

A bit like me, at my hours.

Ten o’clock Sunday in the month of November, it was necessary to have courage to get out of bed, put on a pair of sneakers, and test the weather by starting with a ride just to wake up. And even better to wake up, to prove to other riders that we are in good shape, we begin to turn quietly, not as if we have an important appointment.

Then in is this same time vein, there is a fear as if we were pursued by our own shadow and we are relieving that coursed like a hare by a Doberman or another. I thought about it by accident.

Of course, there are those who continue to run like that until exhaustion and return home in sweat, body bent in half, and you have those who go to the grocery store after to buy jam.

No luck, it took me to choose that moment to leave my dog. I had to firmly hold the leash to prevent me from heaving to speed where he was going to escape all these onlookers who attended the parade of the royal guards.

Accustomed to all this, I merely took a quick look and continued my path slaloming between the people who came across on the same sidewalk.

So I had the urge to cross the street to escape the crowd; my damn phone stopped me in my tracks.

‘Sit down!’ I responded while I fed my pet, leaving the device in my pocket.

No sooner had I stuck the phone to my ear than my interlocutor said:

‘Don’t cross, I’ll join you.’

I started to look around me, the phone still glued to my ear and my other hand clutching the dog’s leash.

‘Where are you?’

‘Turn around.’

I obeyed. My eyes fell on a silhouette gesturing as if she was in the process of ‘‘drowning’’.

‘You harassing me or what?’ I answered via the phone to my friend, who had thrown all his focus on me.

He hung up. I did not leave my eyes from my archaeologist friend who he tried to join me on the edge of the sidewalk that I longed to leave.

‘I thought you were already gone!’ This same man said this once to me.

So I had to put my phone in my pocket.

‘I take my time.’

He stroked the head of my dog before saying, ‘I wanted to be sure you were going home.’

‘What do you think? Gone are the days of skipping school!’

I gave him a nod to follow me as I was crossing the street as soon as the car passed.

‘So? Tell me! What’s in this computer?’ I asked with a hint of aggression to the friend.

‘First go through if you will.’

He made me laugh. He went around the world while calling, and there he was not able to answer a simple question for fear of being hit by a car.

But once we landed on the opposite sidewalk, I put this, ‘So?’

‘Where’re you parked?’

‘You’ll tell me before dinner anyway?’

He looked at me as if I drove to invite him to take a cruise with me.

‘Thank you!’

I was intrigued.

‘Thank you for what?’

‘You invited me for dinner.’

I nodded.

‘Bring you. Because it’s you who will cook!’

‘And Joy?’

‘Joy only cooks for me.’

‘What luck!’

And without realizing it, we had reached the edge of my car.

Anyway, the dog pulled a little more on the lead in pressing me a little. I could give him the keys and let him drive.

‘I could drop you somewhere,’ I suggested to my friend just by sliding the key into the lock of the door.

‘Home. I want to be sure you’ll really take a look at your computer.’

‘Okay, but after taking a shower, eating, napping, a cup of tea, and…’

‘All right, I’ ve time.’

‘As you wish. Let’s go, climb.’

We moved almost simultaneously, especially as the snap of our respective doors had been synchronized.

I took a look at my dog, who was sitting in the back seat to divert to Akira which was about to set his seatbelt. A quick reverse to get out of the grasp of the other two cars and a little bit left to drive fast to the main road that would take me straight to my sweet home.

I released my dog, who ran to his bowl to drink water.

Akira, who gently closed the car door, afraid that the neighbours would hear him, eventually joined me at the door of my house, which I had just opened.

‘What have you done of your family?’ he asked, looking at me slipping the key into the lock.

‘I’ve sold a few, and the others offered.’

Indeed, I was alone in my humble abode, and I had to justify to my friend.

‘Seriously, what happened to Joy and the kids?’

I took the time to hang my jacket on the front hanger to reply him.

‘Joy’s busy with Thanksgiving. She keeps running stores. In fact, I don’t know where she’s exactly at this time.’

I made an installation before continuing with massaging my neck.

‘You can always borrow her apron and prepare a few sushi.’

He collapsed in my favourite armchair.

‘Go take a look at your computer, please.’

‘I’ll first take a shower. Help yourself if you want something.’

I left him there to climb the stairs that led me upstairs.

So I went to my bedroom to grab a change of clothes before I went to the bathroom.

Sometime later, ‘It’s amazing how I feel better!’ I announced down the stairs.

Intrigued by the lack of response, I looked through the kitchen door in the belief that my dear friend Akira was installed in front of a cup of tea, waiting for me.

Nothing!

I frowned, more and more intrigued. So I went into the living room with the same expression.

Still nothing! When you put yourself to look after someone, you put yourself in search of the most unlikely places. I looked in the broom closet and the attic, but…

I returned to the living room, and my eyes were attracted to a piece of paper placed in evidence.

I bent over to pick it up and read this scrawl that reassembled a message:

Sorry but I’d to go.

Call me.

Akira

‘Okay… Shit!’

I nervously crimped the piece of paper and threw it away in the kitchen. The phone was still in my jacket started ringing while I was still filling the kettle. I left it on the edge of the worktop to answer it without too much hurry. In any case, it would have been too late to respond.

Well done! By the time I plunged my hand into the pocket of my jacket hanging on a hook, the device had stopped getting ringing. I still took it out of my pocket to at least take note of any message.

There was one, an SMS:

I’m a little late, don’t expect to eat.

Kisses, Joy.

And two! Here I was alone! And cooking was not really… my cup of tea. Speaking of tea, I returned to the kitchen to finally prepare this tea long awaited.

While the kettle heated water, I opened the closet where we stored the bread and anything needed to make sandwiches. I managed as best I could to make enough to feed me. Instead of eating at the kitchen table as a confirmed bachelor, I took all on a shelf in my office located just off the living room.

I sat in front of my computer without turning it on. I looked at it like that a moment, biting into my sandwich before I decided to press the button, and the miraculous machine woke up without being asked.

I could ignore the message list that had squatted in my mailbox, one message caught my attention.

So I swallowed the last bite of my sandwich before I took my phone to call my friend the archaeologist, eyes still on the message.

CHAPTER 2

To meet after a long absence…

Is more pleasant than…

Wedding night.

Chinese proverb

‘C ome here! What is this thing?’ I attacked him in swallowing my mouthful of bread.

‘Where are you?’

‘At home in front of my computer.’

‘Well, it’s not too early! So what do you think?’

‘Bring you.’

I hung up. I grabbed my cup for a sip of tea that was almost cold. To finally get up and leave the office, taking the latter. I emptied it into the sink and then put it in the dishwasher with it friends.

The kitchen door opened, and the head of Joy appeared. ‘Hi! Sorry for the delay, but there were a lot of people…’ she said while disposing her load on the kitchen table.

‘Don’t worry, honey. I’ll help put away.’

‘It’s all right, thanks. Let me rather have a cup of tea.’

I immediately seized the kettle to fill with water, and it was then that the brown head of the archaeologist emerged through the door of the kitchen.

‘Hi! Joy,’ he advanced toward my wife to kiss her on the cheek as usual.

‘Hi, Akira.’

She began to store the vegetables in the refrigerator. ‘Have you eaten?’ she asked me while closing the door of the refrigerator before to open a closet.

‘I made a sandwich, don’t worry.’

‘And you?’ she asked my friend too.

‘I’m good, thank you.’

The kettle began to whistle. I ran on it to remove the base.

‘A cup of tea?’

‘Yes thank you.’

I raised an arm to open the cupboard and get out two cups, one at a time. I began to prepare tea while my wife continued store her stuff and my friend standing waiting for someone requests to him to sit.

I took my cup and handed the other to my friend, pointing gesture with a nod of the head. I advanced him toward the kitchen door to leave it quietly.

I settled on my chair.

‘Take a seat on the other chair.’ I pointed to him the other chair placed in a corner of the room.

The computer was still on did not find better than going to sleep until stroke it back the keys. The image that I had blocked was back by itself. ‘Then? Explain to me! Where’s the problem?’ I asked my friend while I got away from a bit of the screen.

‘Because you don’t see it?’

‘I just see musicians and cheering as in any concert.’

‘Take a good look! Watch the singer.’

I had to watch the singer, then, ‘I see nothing special!’ I said.

Akira put his finger on the screen and seemed to show me something that escaped me.

‘You see that?’

‘And what is it?’

‘Exactly! It’s up to you to tell me!’

The image was spend so quickly that I had to make it back to using the mouse and fix once and for all.

‘I see… girls… guys… musicians, and this singer… Really nothing special.’

‘You’re joking here!’

He restored his finger on the screen.

‘What’s that?’

‘I don’t know! Who sent it anyway?’

‘Kuwan from the United States.’

‘What do you