THE LOST COORDINATE

THE DIARY

(Strange Sound) I got up quickly, together with the other children. As usual, I make my bed first before going to the dining hall.

I barely looked at 1696's bed, he wasn't there, I guess she woke up early again.

“1122?” 5425 called me with a wondering expression when she noticed I was staring at the bed.

“Are you looking for 1696?” she asked calmly. “You know her; she trained herself to wake up early to prepared food for breakfast. In just a few months, we will also do that work.” She explained.

I didn’t lengthen the conversation; I just nodded and smile while leaving the room.

I slowly sat down in my seat, together with other children, the place that binds us all. Who wouldn’t felt joy when you eat your meal together with your family at the large dining table?

This is the only time my mind went blank. In the meantime, I forgot my problems when I experiencing this kind of moment.

The word of prayer starts at the same time the surroundings are quiet. We do it three times a day before the meal. Expressing gratitude for an everyday blessing.

I slowly open my eyes and start to eat. This situation is incredible; we start our day with a happy meal.

“22” Ms. Melinda called me.

“Can you exchange seats from now on?” Her eyes pointed to the boy seating innocently in front of me. He's having a hard time reaching the table, his seat is too low for him.

Of course, no problem Ms. Melinda. I agreed happily.

I slowly sat down to my new seat, while watching his slow movement. He slowly reaches his seat like an old man or like a small child with a disability. Moments later, he was suddenly stunned. He seemed to have touched something strange under his seat. He turned his gaze to me. Its eyes seem to speak as if he was thinking of something. He slowly goes back to his seat and starts eating his food as if nothing’s happened.

I quickly turned my gaze to Ms. Melinda, and I was surprised when I saw her smiling while staring at the little boy. I’m sure; the exchange in the seat was not just a coincidence.

I quickly finished my meal and patiently waiting at the playground until breakfast ends. Whatever I witnessed today, I’m sure it has something to do with what’s going on around here.

It seems like for a very short moment, a long time passed. I looked closely at everyone who at that moment was happily playing. Just as I suspected, he was the only one who didn’t go to this place. He had nowhere else to go except in the bathroom, the bedroom, and the kitchen along with the dining room.

I hurriedly go back to the dining to the dining room and there, I meet his gaze. It seems like he was expecting this at the very beginning. Waiting for someone that he knew was coming.

“Oh, it’s you, 1122!” he said with a smile. One of the senior students who’s currently putting away the food from the table.

“Can you wipe the table?” he asked gently.

I quickly grab the piece of clothing on top of the table near the child’s seat.

It seemed like a mockery while he following my movements. He was looking at something on his chair that caught my attention.

The faint sound evoked the silence of the surroundings. It comes right from his chair. After a while, he gently moved the wooden board over it. There's a black book that appeared, the book that has been hidden from the eyes for a long time. On its cover, there’s a word written in another language with a color like gold.

“Is there a problem, 1122?” he asked, mixed with doubt, one of the senior students. He was holding a broom seems he paused for a moment on what he's doing.

What? I anxiously asked. I quickly looked at the table; I noticed I hadn't started yet. I’m sorry, just thinking something, I respond gently. I didn't realize it; I've been staring at what the little boy is doing for a while.

I quickly wiped the table around until it was over, while the little boy sat down again as if he were hiding the book.

For whom? I asked myself wondering.

It will continue what it is doing when I stop, and it will pause when I leave to my position. It doesn't care about other students cleaning around, but it seems he was hiding it from someone.

What's in that book? I asked myself. Is there's a reason why someone hides it well for a long time? I’m sure it’s not just an ordinary book. This one was not obsessed with a simple paper, but with what words are contained in it.

I quickly returned to my previous position as he moved again. It carefully wrapped the book in a towel, making it look like an ordinary empty towel. Anyone would never suspect it. It carefully returned the chair to its previous arrangement. In these moments, I still have no idea what is on its mind.

Moments later it slowly stood up. He was holding the towel where he placed the book earlier and he carefully handed it to me.

What is this towel for? I annoyingly asked myself. He was too quiet at times where I don’t need his silence, what I needed the most is the explanation coming from his mouth. Before he leaves, he left some words.

"If you think what you see is strange. If you are wondering why in a chair there is a hidden book. You have no knowledge of the mystery contained from it. Listen to your mind. At the time you want to understand the content of the book, maybe you know where to find me. "

I held the towel tightly as it pressed against my chest. Just like a little child hugging his blanket. Whoever is more appropriate to read this book, is none other than the knowledgeable student.

As usual, I opened the door loudly. There, I saw 5050, which still does not change, even a little bit.

“What are you doing here again, 22?” there is a mixture of fear in his question.

I hurriedly removed the wrapped towel from the book and quickly handed it to 5050.

He still doesn't change. He never loses interest in new things. He loves everything unfamiliar in his sight.

He slowly turned each page. He was calm first when he saw the book, but surprise afterward when he saw the words.

"I can't be wrong! It's the only word missing in all languages," he said with full of amazement.

“The letters of each word are not different but I don’t understand it. It looked like a word with jumbled letters.”

Can you read what is written? I asked him.

"No" It responds with a shaking voice. He gripped the book tightly as he examined it intently. Only this time I saw him in this state, he has shown how much he like new and strange things.

Do you want to know what is stated from it? There is a child who knows and understands this book. I explained, trying to persuade him.

He nodded happily while still not taking his eyes off from the mysterious book. There was doubt in his mind but I knew this was the only way to change his usual life.

He slowly handed me the book. He smiled and there was a hint of enthusiasm in her eyes.

I quickly wrapped the book in a towel exactly how the little boy did it. I walked slowly as if nothing had happened, while 5050 just followed behind me. He still really doesn’t change, he still using me as his cover, still a timid child.

The little boy, he was referring to only one place. The place he visits frequently, the library.

I slowly opened the door. Just like my suspicion, he was there. I saw his back, he was sitting quietly, and then suddenly it turned around.

“You’ve been taking too long” he said while frowning. He looked at 5050, who still hiding at my back.

“Is he okay?” he asked.

“Don’t worry about him, he is only here to know the content of the book.” I explained.

I handed him the book that was still wrapped in a towel. It did not react strangely, indicating that everything was fine.

He quickly removed the towel wrapped on it and examined it intently. With his finger, he gently touched the written words. It seems like; he saw something in the flashing light coming from its color. It stood up to its seat while gently holding the book.

With his serious stares along with the loss of boredom on his face he figuratively began reading.

"If you understand these words, you're probably one of those people with questions and doubt on what’s going on around. I'm not going to mention the details of how I found out, I don't have time left.”

Those children who symbolize blessing and beauty, but here, they are recognized as just an object.

In my two years of research and learning different languages, this is the only language thing they can't understand, for now. I forced myself to understand all the languages in just two years. I spent a long time thinking this could possibly be the way to get out of this cage. I work from morning till night just to find a solution and understand everything. But the remaining time was too short.

Time passed quickly, before I could make a plan for the escape, I didn't notice that the moment had been already set, the moment to say goodbye.

At the large door of the small room, the forbidden room for everyone. You will be greeted with a relentless smile, the smile made up of treachery.

But even before this day came, I tried one thing, the only chance that might be a key for me to see everything around.

Yes, it is not just a simple house. Wherever you go you may discover a room that connects to everything, the place that no one has ever been to. I just discovered it by accident, but whoever did it, no one knows.

From the center of the whole place, on the left where the library is located, from the door, count six steps forward and three steps left, here you will face the lined and thick books. At the bottom, you must slowly remove the five large books. They will automatically collapse when more than the number is lost. If so, a key will not appear automatically.

At the very end, you will notice a little thread. Slowly pull it three times and a tunnel will come out. At the very end, you will notice a little thread. Slowly pull it three times and a tunnel will come out, the tunnel that connects all ventilation.

This is all I can do for you, don’t waste this opportunity.

I know that twelve days is not enough for the preparation of the plan, so this letter is all I can do for you. Every day I give a few letters to my colleagues. Not a day goes by that they don’t call me crazy because they don’t understand what’s in it. They hurt me, yelling at me and others reported me to the caregiver. But everything was fine; I endured it, because that the way make the plan work.

Twelve days passed quickly. For the last time, I saw the smile on the caregiver’s face gradually faded as she trying to understand what was contained in that letter. I knew that was the answer, and I also knew that she wouldn’t allow me to write that answer on the question paper. I was run out of time, but even that, I quickly grab the pen and in front of the observant eyes, the letter was formed.

Only one and last thing I can recommend. Do not let your guard down or be complacent in the watchman. If you think that your plan is safe, you are mistaken. By the time, you just developing your plan, she already knows the outcome Not only that, there are things, watching all corners of the place. They are small, placed in a different part of each room, in a place you didn’t expect to be placed.

And for the last, don’t look back as you read this letter. She was always watching, carefully monitoring, waiting for the opportunity for you to make mistakes.

Base on your reaction, I know, you already knew. You are like an open book, that easy to read but hard to understand. I'm hoping that you make it to the end, Goodbye!