Habiba-Sejuti

One sunny morning, Kabbo and Nishi from the original world wake up to find themselves in each other's bodies-only to discover they're not just body-swapped but also neighbors in a strange new land where superhumans don't exist. As they navigate their bewildering situation, they must pretend to be androids, grappling with their new identities while maintaining their ruse.Meanwhile, their android counterparts from this parallel universe find themselves in Kabbo and Nishi's world-a vibrant place filled with superhumans, where they are celebrated as a loving couple. Unbeknownst to the androids, they must learn to navigate the complexities of being human in a world that defies their programming.Adding to the chaos are the Storyteller Trio: Aharoon, the silent observer with a knack for awkward timing; Feyamoon, his clumsy, quirky wife who always seems to trip over her own punchlines; and Kayamoon, the heroine type who's too busy rolling her eyes at her friends to notice the brewing chaos.As they roast their hapless author for this outrageous plot twist, they wonder if the author is on a hiatus or just lost in their own convoluted narrative."You're screwed, author!" Kayamoon snarls while plopping a piece of pancake into her mouth."If I were the author, I would've fixed these messes already!" Feyamoon quips, only to trip over her own feet."Guess our author didn't finish the story?" Kayamoon adds, "Is it an open ending? Can someone give me the author's address? I think I'll deliver them a piece of my mind!" she mutters, pressing her fork down so hard it almost bends."Guys! I appreciate your sentiment, but could you not break my wife's favorite cutlery? I don't want to spend the night on the street," Kabbo says, while Aharoon slowly pulls the fork out of Kayamoon's grip.…

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(ONC 2024 Round Two Qualifier)"Wait! You were born at the time when there weren't any Superhumans?" "Technically yes!" Nishi paused. Looking at Kabbo's flabbergasted face she continued, " So, Mr.Kabbo what Generation of Superhuman were you again?" "52nd generation.""Oh! That's quite young! I'm... on the other hand the 3rd generation!" she nonchalantly said as she took another sip of her milk tea."If 3rd then why there wasn't any........oh my god!" as realization hit Kabbo, it almost caused his cup of tea to spill over, which he slowly laid down on the table the next moment. His hands led to cover his twisted scornful smile while his brain proceeded to overload itself once again.Nishi who silently finished her tea by now, very gleefully stated, "Thank you so much for the tea Mr. Kabbo. Your Hospitality is indeed praiseworthy!"He looked back at her and his natural innocent smile replaced his previous one, " Maybe for this praiseworthy hospitality of mine we both could pretend this conversation between us never happened?" Nishi shook her head sidewise making his smile drop." You know what? I really should have poisoned you instead!"" You are most welcome to dream about that. Hmm? What are you doing?""Calling my aunt!""And why?""To tell her to start preparing for my funeral ASAP of course!" Nishi chuckled. " You know, you got a rare talent for cracking jokes in the most serious moments Mr.Kabbo. I almost can see myself admiring you for that!"" I'm flattered Miss Eumireqa, but this time I ain't joking. This forbidden knowledge that you just bombarded me with can literary cost me my life!""Wow! That Honorific came out of nowhere!" " Because I know how to respect my elders. But that's not the point! The point is Why? Why did you let me know all of these?"" Because of course, I need you to do me a little favor." "Pff! Miss Eumireqa, This is not asking for a favor, this is blatant blackmailing!"…

Habiba-Sejuti

What is there left to say when the name itself elaborates the history!…