Quote Man: book one: The beginning

THE BEGINNING

"So this is the place that man formally birth consciousness that Adam said.". I uttered, getting behind the said so boy. It seems this is a group and activities are on. With gentleness, I placed mine hand on his shoulder and made mine face before his. This is the male, yet innocent face, yet straight, yet uncomplicated, but have given way to sadness, despair and anxiety, they all lie not low but stoutly, so well assured, and then do I wondered just how long had he been battered by life. Like a worried gentleman, with slow gentle steps do I walk mine mind, thinking rigorously though with more ease, and letting them floating by as balloon in smiles being blown around In a leisure atmosphere. And do I watch those thoughts as man under a shade in reverence with the dancing kites in skies, nurturing on each in turn with gratification as he tries to decide which he would bring along with him to home. Having decide on one, admire it closely, praise its worth, amused and sillily let it by in the end. I pitied his condition to the point on worrying instantly, though I am aware enough I am so helpless to help. It's unfortunate, till I am done with this assigned duty and till the end, he would never have the slightest idea that I have once be with him, so sad, I would console myself. For minutes, I stood by his side doing nothing but just glancing here and there, then I had a bad feeling and turned at my back, an adult walk in, maybe he is the one in charge here. The junior ones all stand and greet as this adult moves to the desk close to the board. All the while it's quiet, where everyone focus in determining beforehand a true evaluation of himself before this perhaps judge. The air surely is filled with tension, an exploded silence, as the fire of emotions burn high into the very moment the adult begin to speak, I can relate, almost all of the young ones have gross bump on their skins, and do I wonder why, it's definitely odd. "Seems you're all eager but for some faces, the results are on the walls just outside, go see your worth as soon as I take my leave." The adult, without hesitation packs up some things into piles and head for the exit, he stopped getting to mine station and address the boy and I am with. "And you! See me in my office, I know you really don't need the details." He resume walking away. Slowly, he make his packing, drown more than before in this ill expectation, drag himself from the chair, and make a face recalling all that was before, this I can never understand. He wipe his cloudy eyes, murmur few things, heads down, his hands supporting the hips, he look around, scrutinize the vicinity for a reason I can't say, emotionally filled, and with lots of vacillation, he crawls to the exit and I trail him.

"Miel!" I am surprise to see him here and he also is stunned. He stand rooted, unable to comprise his next action again, and too unsure whether it's best to turn away or cautiously with tardiness take a step at a time. To do so, to take this steps he knows requires a lot of bravery. Still accessing his alternative, whether he will risk but walk slowly with measured steps, venturing into this gloom before him which is me, or peaceful abort whatever cause he himself is here for his sole safety's sake. "This is Miel? What has he come here for? One of the highest ranked under Satan." I thought as I come up already with the next cause of action. Calmly and keenly I call God with mine hands raised, first evoking His praise, totally committed and so concentrated with the unswaying believe that He is definitely there for me. Seeing mine next cause of line, he is packed with impatient and panic. He turns, he runs but fall, tries to get himself running but slips, and with panic does he slips again and rolls, then he is up but before he can escape he is hauled by the prayer, he dissolves into the air. "That will do for now. I didn't see it coming, my duty has already begin on the very first moment, seems there are definitely more to come." I walk after the crawling boy.

"Hi! Brahim I am talking to you." So that's the boy's name, Brahim, well, maybe good. "Paul, I have to get to the office in no time, sorry." He said with a surly voice. "No, not with the way you're walking. You are at it again?" That's from Paul. Brahim nods, too hurt to utter a thing, and I watch closely as they continue their talks. "But... I don't know, there is still enough time, know what I mean?" that's Paul. "Sure, but forget it, thanks, I appreciate your concern." They're a slower than before. "To me, you have always seems a friend, I mean..." Paul is cut short. "Not here to mock right? Nor to persuade me to join your spirit team?" Paul make a face hearing this, I wonder since when he have been persuading him, a very long story maybe. "No, no. I am serious this time, I do like the way you carry and compose yourself, why don't we make a deal instead?" They stop walking and are now face to face. "What do you want?" Brahim inquire. "Well, to simply put it, I want us to help each other and be good friends." "And what else? Nothing more?" "Well, yes maybe, or for now, so just let us be friends, will you?" "No!" That's a sharp response to Paul who swallowed it hard. The response sure was hefty, he had a wet eyes, and his face gone heavier, Paul hurriedly blocked his path, while Brahim put up a loud enough sigh. "You know we're done yeah? Get out hmm?" Before any of the two came the adult voice. "Is that you Brahim? Come in, I don't have all the day you know."

I really don't have much knowledge about what's absolutely going on here, the younger ones were now making more noises than ever, I hardly could honestly contain that, it was a totally new experience coming here, well seems I am prepared, though I only seems to be complaining but I am surely not, well, I simply don't have the ability to do so, I don't have that human abilit

y. Brahim was now standing in front of the sitting adult, seems to be writing, I remembered the way Adam demonstrated, that action of the adult sitting was surely call writing, well, I stood, resting on the entrance, who knows, Meil might be after Brahim for fueling anyway. Brahim still standing, he was really both anxious and nervous, looking around as if for the last time in his time life, and himself seems to console, like maybe, just within minutes, we ought to be done, fighting really it seems to concentrate on those imagined people casting deep down into him, their eyes of intense scorns. Whatever the judgement the adult is going to pass on him, it's going to be hard, he is losing himself just by standing in his present already, but I am too helpless to help. "Brahim" The adult pulls the trigger. "Sir!" And he clusters. "You have only one more trial, not two this time, sorry, can't help your set up anymore kid, go home and cry, you gonna feel good after it and know what to do, you may leave, but don't stand there all day, well, I will have to close mine door as I leave.". As a human, you only a bullet right? Adam said.