The Two Js: The Final Chapter?

by NasranSalleh

A continuation of the adventures faced by the two Js, Joe and Jamal, along with their friends, but this time, they have big obstacles in their way, which they need to work hard to overcome. However it is, they all have to save Creamland. In between, other events would take place, and interventions of other people, either known or unkown, is inevitable.

15. Chapter 15

Chapter 15

The next day, Jamal would go to the city to find a job. He walked a few miles from his neighborhood to the city and arrived in a pool of sweat. Suddenly, as the air blew, it also blew a brochure towards the young man's left leg.

Jamal realised the presence of that brochure and picked it up with his right hand. The brochure stated, 'Looking for interested applicants. To whoever interested in taking photos for Warqah Newspaper, please call the number below. Quote, Ed.' Sure looked like a job application, and one that Jamal wanted. So, he went ahead and called the number. However, no one answered.

Jamal also realised that he did not finish reading the brochure. It stated below the previous sentence, 'For pictures, please send to our new office. It is in the Ninja Village.' Just in a short time, a taxi appeared in front of the young man. Since he was already tired from a long walk to the city, he took the taxi to Ninja Village, where he previously saw beautiful sceneries.

The trip from the city to Ninja Village took almost 10 minutes, but there was no rush. It was still morning time. When Jamal stepped off the taxi after paying the driver, he saw that the new building of the Warqah Newspaper Company was made of wood, just like other neighboring shops. But Jamal could not care much about that. He just bravely stepped in, with a camera tied on his body.

Introducing Warqah Newspaper Company. It is just a small newspaper company, used to be located in the main city of Creamland, but moved to the Ninja Village for safety reasons. Besides, the old office was not that convenient and moving was the right choice. There are just more than a dozen workers in the new office, and they filled the small area beautifully.

Jamal's presence was realised by the clerk in charge. The clerk, dressed neatly with a bowtie tied on his shirt collar, greeted the stranger, before being told of his intention to apply for the photographer job. The clerk kindly allowed Jamal to enter the editor's room.

Quietly and carefully, the young man entered the room, where it was very gloomy and dark. The lights above the editor's desk broke down, and the one near the entrance was barely functioning at optimum level. It was flickering as the clock ticked. Fortunately, the portable fan in the room was working, among other things.

The editor was looking outside, while sitting on his rather comfortable chair. Jamal did not waste time to introduce himself.