Your Password Mga Nobela at Kwento

I bothered him and asked him what his password was. "Ahmm it's our anniversary," he answered. My eyebrows immediately arched at what he said. "W-what?" I stammered in confirmation. "I said my password is our anniversary. You probably still remember that, right?" he said and grinned. "A-ah o-okay." And immediately pressed (1*24) and it rang signaling that the door was open. I can't believe that his password is actually our anniversary. Why isn't it him and his wife's anniversary?

"If I can guess as much, so can probably every Internet hacker out there." I walk to the space on the counter and stand next to him leaning a hip on the side to watch what he does as he types in the password and starts messing with my settings. "Yeah, Mr. Smarty Pants, what's your password?" "P34jst87." He stops typing to give me a "so there" look. "What? It's random letters and numbers. How do you even remember it?" His fingers go back to the keys. "I just told you. Therefore, I remember it."

But I don't want to have any kind of hope now after hearing the news that they are searching bride for him. "OK Ms.Nira Joshi. Now coming to the point, start designing the project by combining both our presentations. I have sent you my presentation in the mail yesterday itself. Then You can use my computer till I reach the office. I will allot a cabin for you. The password for the computer is 211093.", he said it in one go. Did he just say that the password is 211093? That is my birthday. Why will he keep my birthday to be his PC password.

Her fingers trembled slightly as she placed the device in my palm. I tapped the screen, and it lit up with a password prompt. “What’s the password?” I asked, not even bothering to look up. She stammered. “It’s… it’s my birthday.” I slowly lifted my gaze to her. “How the hell am I supposed to know your birthday?” “No—I mean…” She swallowed, flustered. “The password is ‘MY BIRTHDAY.’ In capitals.” I stared at her for a beat, deadpan. Embarrassed—but I didn’t show it. My face remained blank, completely unimpressed.

“I knew it was an act.” “Good...” I turned around to face him,“... I will help you get your money back and about the password, it’s simple. It is my date of birth,12 09 01,that’s it. He uses it for every transactions. Now that I have given you the password, it is settled then.” He smiled. “It is. But you are forgetting one thing.” ARRRGH!!!What is wrong with this guy?!! “What?!” He cupped my cheeks.

The answers I needed were right there. At least, I hoped they were. I swiped at the screen, only to be slapped with the password page. My stomach dropped. Of course. Okay. Focus. Think like Bambi. What would she use? It has to be her birthday. Her birthday. Easy. I typed it in, already feeling very confident. “Incorrect password.” My confidence tanked. But she mentioned that she uses her birthday as password for a lot of things, what could her password be now? I started panicking, racking my brain to find the right password. Fine. Next idea. I tried a string of possibilities, rapid-fire, but each one flashed the same mocking message.

"I need to do online shopping as you showed me earlier." "Are you gonna buy that thing?" he asked. I could feel the seriousness in his tone. My cheeks instantly heat up. "Oh God, No! Stop talking about it." He chuckled. "Then the password is 2018," he said, making me furrow my eyebrows. "Why 2018?" I asked curiously. "Because it's a year?" "Of course, I know it's a year. I meant why this year?" I tried to push the conversation further.

I mumbled some profanities under my breath, but just sighed as I accepted the fact that I won't be going anywhere. "Do you have beers? " I could really need some to cool my mind right now, might as well get tipsy. "Just some red wine. Follow me." He went to the door unlocking it with a passcode. "It's 0123." "You keep you home with such an easy passcode." "Yeah, it is the only one I can remember, besides people always assume I use a hard code so they crack their heads never finding out it is 0123." I hate to admit but it was kinda true.

It’ll be way more convenient that way, plus, I get to come back to meet a decently charged phone. “Use mine.” Savory groans. Ain’t no way I’m coming down from this bed, walking to her side, taking her phone then climbing back on because I know I need to have at least a few more minutes of rest before I can declare myself worthy to start the day and carry on with my activities. “The password’s Fuckoff, but ugh a capital letter U and zero as the ‘o’.” Savory adds. “Why, thank you.” I say to her. “Just give me a few minutes to boot.”