Shakhai, Nobel and Mashi Yamen were just going to leave until a bot came and informed them, that they had a notice from the President. They were astonished by this news. But the thing that astohem more was the notice of trao Boduin.

  "No! He 't send us there! We have an important job to do." Shakhai ed.

  "What will we do now? We 't fight with the damn President!" Mashi yelled. "Doesn't he know we are w for the betterment of the Earth?"

  "That doesn't matter now," Nobel said. "We o talk with him."

  "Yes. I will go to Masad and will talk with him." Shakhai said calmly.

  "Sir, are you sure? You just call him." Mashi asked.

  "No, isn't it mentiohat someone shall go to Masad? I guess I o talk with him directly. It will be a long journey. A day takes to reach Masad and another one for return." He smiled faintly. "I think I o inform Pema."

  Shakhai got out of the offid took a passenger jet beside their office building. Mashi and Nobel were silent for a while. Then Mashi broke the pause. "Then, waiting for what? Let's meet tomorrow."

  "Yep, still don't get to see any hope for the future of this important project. Well, it's the world, you don't know the future but still have to move forward. Haha… well buddy, see you tomorrow."

  They finally got out of the office. This office was something that let Amen Isnd people make their day ethically. The passenger jet business, cab business, small hotels, tea shops, everything was built surrounding this office. People brought metallic umbrels to carry on business without the worry of not having a shielding suit.

  Mashi took a cab to return home as his home was situated on Amen Isnd. But Nobel o take a passenger jet to reach Bevenida.

  The super-fast jet could fly fifty times faster than sound. It took seven mio reach the coastline of Bevenida. And just after some moment, a small nasty town was seen. The perished houses, the ruins of churches, soulless buildings, everything was untidy. But these were onobel's identity.

  After nding, he walked himself to home. When he was walking through the street, some people from their window panels of ruined houses, hiding behind curtains were watg him. How much free he was. Having a shielding suit, w in a rge pany. Those people could not afford that kind of fortune.

  A two-storey house. It retty det, uhose broken buildings. He rang the doorbell. The door ened automatically. Ihere was a woman. She had ginger hair and hazel eyes. There were freckles around her nose. She smiled at Nobel. He took off his shielding suit and put the box on the shoe rack.

  "You have e." Her voice was like a fresh fountain falling from the mountaiing the rhythmic sound. The sound which is admired by the whole forest. The sound whietimes bees the life-saver for a thirsty half-dead being.

  "Artema!" Nobel called her. "Oh, what a stressful day."

  "Why? What happened?"

  "You know we are w on water produg mae. But that fug gover wants us to shift on Boduin at this vital time."

  "Why do they want this? Did they say something?"

  "Well, they mentiohat the people of Boduin need us."

  "Then, I don't see anything wrong here. In the end, we all help each other to grow together. Shakhai helped you, and then you rescued me. Maybe, Earth's time hasn't e yet… it is Bodin whieeds you now."

  A Yan model robot came to the living room. It was Yan-971-d-011, white in colour. She had cups of tea and ptes on a tray with her.

  She said with a female voice, "Ma'am, here are your and master's tea."

  "ake this. It will refine your mind."

  He took a sip, looked at Artema's eyes, and deeply said, "Tea isn't enough. I need fy."

  His passionate eyes were telling everything. Artema khis signal. In the end, people need each other to grow together.

  "Suzu, please take these cups after we finish, and prepare the dinner."

  They went to the upper floor. To their bedroom.

  Nobel id down pg his head on Artema's p. Artema who covered her front with a tenuous sheet, was brushing his brown hairs.

  "Sometimes I wonder, we might never be together if Shakhai wasn't there. I still remember how devastating my life was. I was just a sve sold for three times. My sed owner ainful experiene, creating a scar over my life. Those nights, when he used me as a toy…" He grabbed her waist and started to take a heavy breath. Artema simply embraced him. He tinued, "But he… he rescued me. Ten million crypts… ten million for a mere sve? And he even didn't wao be grateful to him. He gave me the job and created a ce so that I could pay this ten millio. And would bee a Freeman. But look at me. This project is Shakhai's dream. And I 't help him. The man who shows others that they dream, his dream is being shattered."

  Artema traced her fingers on his lips. "You wanted me to fort your mind. Then, why are you babbling these things?" She said calmly. Then, she hanged her face over his. Her left cheek was shined with the blue-dimmed light of the room. The blue night light was the only source of gleam. " your mind a yourself to me." Their gaze met.

  He jumped over her. He was on top of her. Their warm exhales collided with each other. They shared a deep kiss. It was the symbol of their inseparability. You ot steal the brightness of the sun from it. You ot snatch away the melody from a cuckoo or the beauty from a rose. They are inseparable, like soulmates.

  He moved his fingers from her o shoulder to her breast and then her belly. And then down there. His lips followed the lead of his fingers. He was the wandering honeybee seeking every drop of honey from the dreamy flower. When he finally went down, Artema felt the current through her body. The current of joy, or all emotion. Past was no longer interfering. They fot all worries and past scars during that moment. The moment when most humans don't remain in themselves. She pulled the pillow under her head. Artema was truly a lotus in Nobel's secret ke.