The Life Of Normal-Taro

Chapter 149: Changing destinations

"You're really enthusiastic, aren't ya?" Thankappan asked Taro, who pretty much dragged him out of his bed in the early morning.

"Well, obviously!" Taro nodded his head vigorously.

"Do you even know where he is?" Thankappan asked.

"That's where you come in, right?" Taro smirked.

Thankappan sighed. "I've had eyes on him since yesterday. It seems as if he had promised to meet up with a friend today at about ten in the morning." Thankappan replied.

"And where would that be?" Taro asked.

"I heard that it'd be Koma mall." Thankappan replied.

"Of course it is! Seems like people hold Koma mall in pretty high regards, eh?" Taro scoffed.josei

"Still pretty pissed about the phone incident, huh?" The MIB agent chuckled.

"I literally knew nothing about this world! For them to take advantage of me like that is just scummy." Taro pouted.

"Sadly, scamming innocent people of their money is how the world works. I mean, consider the banana phone of yours as an example. They haven't changed the design for about ten mobile versions now. They simply repackage it in a new name and raise the price. And people get scammed from it and the company earns billions." Thankappan explained.

"Ha, that's kinda sad to hear." Taro sighed as he stared at the morning sky together with the MIB agent.

"Hey, what time is it?" Thankappan asked.

"It's six o'clock." Taro nonchalantly replied.

"What the heck! I have not even prepared for school this early. Why the hell would you do this to me?" Thankappan almost cried.

"Well, you never told today's schedule to me. How am I supposed to know it then?" Taro asked.

"Ah, it's my own fault then, huh?" Thankappan almost wanted to smash his head to the wall at that point.

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Ten o'clock came by really slowly once Thankappan was up. He basically had nothing to do after preparing this early, and thus he ended up watching television with Taro. While it seemed that there would be nothing much interesting on the television, they still had professional wrestling live, so Taro watched it, since he picked up the hobby of watching it from the dojo master's house.

Thankappan was totally fine with it as well, so they basically had a blast—at least Taro did. For Thankappan, who basically looked at the clock every other second even when Taro repeatedly said that the show was three hours long, had a really hard time to just idle around.

Anyhow, after the MIB lad literally waited for ten, it finally did swing by and they headed to the bus stop.

"Hey, shouldn't we have headed before ten if we wanted to meet them?" Taro asked.

"Yup." Thankappan nodded his head.

"Then why are we leaving at exactly ten?" Taro asked.

"Coz we are late, that's why." He replied.

"Then why didn't you tell me that we are gonna be late? We would've skipped the end sequence of the show. It was kinda garbage anyway." Taro sighed.

"But you seemed to be enjoying the show." Thankappan replied.

"Ha, you really are crazy in some sorts." Taro sighed yet again.

"Anyhow, it seems like we did the right thing by heading there late." Thankappan said out of nowhere.

"What do you mean?" Taro looked confused by Thankappan's sudden out of context dialogue.

"Well, it looks as if Harish isn't headed to the Koma mall in the first place." Thankappan replied.

"Hmm, maybe him and that friend of his changed their decision by call late at night?" Taro swung forth her wild guess.

"Not possible since I've tapped his phones and examined his chats. I don't think he could discuss something like that without my volition." Thankappan scoffed.

"What even happened to privacy and encryption in this world!" Taro sighed as he heard Thankappan.

"Those stuff ceased to exist for a long time." Thankappan bluntly replied.

"Is that so?" Taro stood silently for a while before breaking the silence himself. "So, where is he heading?" He asked.

"Well, he's on his way to Thrissur right now. So, we can catch up with them if you want to get back in thirty seconds." Thankappan suggested.

"Hmm, I'm against speeding on the road. So, no." Taro was strict about this.

Even Taro himself used his speed on rare occasions, since he didn't want to be a nuisance. He was worried about hurting people. Even though he knew that the speeding he talked about was completely different to what Thankappan envisioned, either way, it put people in danger and Taro was totally against it.

"Ha, fine. We'll go by bus and get there as late as possible after they finish up all the important chats." Thankappan sighed.

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"Whoa! We reached faster than I expected. Maybe we won't miss anything after all." Thankappan sounded extremely pleased after learning that buses have the capability to achieve really high speed that a person won't expect from a bus.

"See, what did I tell ya?" Taro chuckled.

"What?" Thankappan tilted his head.

"Never mind. Where is he now?" Taro asked.

"No idea."

"I see… Wait, what? What do you mean, you got no idea about his location? Are we tricked by them? Do we really suck at tailing?" Taro asked.

"Hmm, we aren't tricked—well, maybe. Anyhow, it seemed as if he had turned his phone off, so tracking him would be a bit difficult." Thankappan was contemplating on what to do.

"Well, isn't that him over there?" Taro pointed towards the direction where Harish was calmly sipping a cup of tea.

"Never would've expected that!" Thankappan stood in awe. It was as if luck was on their side. However, the luck depleted way faster than expected when the person whom Harish was talking to took notice of the two by some odd means.

After he noticed them, it took little for the two humans to exit the premises. Thankappan didn't think of following them again, since it might freak them out.

"So wait a minute. Did we just come here for nothing?" Taro sounded frustrated.

"In a sense, yea. But we also learned that Harish has a secret that he doesn't want to get revealed." Thankappan concluded.

"Well, let's latch onto whatever 'w' we get at this point, eh?" Taro asked, as he watched the ones he was supposed to keep an eye on, moved far away from them.

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