BLUE METAVERSE

AT THE DINING TABLE

Satya walks leisurely into the back of her house where there is a kitchen, open dining room, garden and swimming pool. Deliberately remove the shoes near the garage and put in the shoe rack in that place. He walked on a cold granite floor covered in socks. Not without purpose. Intentionally want to tease his wife or daughter who is certainly in the back area of the house. His steps without sound.

The first one I saw was Ritha. Mbak Imah had looked at knowing his arrival but

Satya put her index finger on her lips as a signal so that her domestic assistant did not make a sound. Fortunately, Mbak Imah quite understands the signal. The assistant again did his job of putting food into a crystal dish on the dining table as before. A moment later his assistant who knew enough himself immediately took over the job of Ritha who was busy washing kitchen furniture.

“Let me wash the pot and the utensil, Mom. All the food I had put on the serving plate and the crystal plate. Can I check the dining table, maybe there is less.” said mbak Imah politely.

Satya gave a thumbs up from behind the refrigerator. Satisfied with the response of her housekeeper who supported her intentions shocked Ritha.

“Pak Satya is coming home soon, Mbak.”

It has gone home. The assistant smiled and nodded but did not reveal what he had seen. His acting is pretty good.

Satya hid beside a large refrigerator located between the kitchen and dining room. After this Ritha will definitely arrange the dining table, because family lunch time is near. He would definitely make sure that all the dishes were well prepared.

As soon as the woman passed, Satya immediately caught Ritha's body from behind until Ritha was surprised.

“What cooking, Beautiful mother?” Satya's hand was instantly coiled around his wife's waist. With his body stuck together with no distance, he slowly swung his wife's body to the right and to the left like a classical dance without music.

“Mas when to go home? How not to hear his voice.”

“Mas questions unanswered lo.” Satya did not want to answer the question before the question was answered. Ritha's question is rhetorical, no need for an answer. He must have known if Satya had just arrived home.

“Beef powder teriyaki.” Ritha only mentioned one of the menus she served for lunch today. Its simple. They will also soon know the full menu at the dining table.

“Where are the kids?”

“Biru still accompany Faiza who is changing clothes because she had finished swimming after Sukabumi earlier. Ordinary, the boy wants to show off to his aunt if he is adept at swimming frog style.”

“Faiz?”

Ritha shrugged her shoulders. Her lips pursed, turned to look at her husband for a while, then re-enjoiced in Satya's cradle with a fluffy smile.

“Not yet out of his room. We'll see, he should be at the dinner table at 11.40.”

Satya smiled. It's a big klek ya Faiz. The level of authoritarianism and discipline is high but still needs to be tested.

Satya stretched out her arms and turned her wife's body to face her. His embrace was only released after stealing a lightning kiss on his wife's lips. Really lightning. Not more than a second. Even so the effect is like a stun, the warmth flows throughout the body until Ritha feels directly ahh floating above the clouds.

There is no chance of doing more in open space. Unethical. There are home workers around them. Moreover, before long there was a cry of Faiza calling father repeatedly while running small approaching. Blue seemed to be trailing behind her like a babysitter.

The little girl kissed her father's hand and hugged him. His little hands wrapped around his father's waist possessively as if to show his father's ownership of the world. His head rested comfortably on his father's chest because the height of the little girl was only as old as his father. Of course Satya welcomed with a warm embrace followed by an anxious kiss on both cheeks of his daughter.

“How are you today? Fun at aunt Lily's house?”

“Today is bright. Everything's fun, Dad. What's not fun is just Mr. de Bas. It's pakde Bas

getting angry just tells us to go home quickly. We all want to stay there longer. All scolded the same Mr. de Bas. I think Mr. de Bas needs to be measured often tensinya, well. Later know-know stroke so the statue can not move but his eyes bulged. Hua...” Faiza demonstrated how the expression of the bulging statue in question. His facial expression beckoned all who saw him. Glaring but not scary. Precisely adorable.

Satya kissed her daughter's cheek once again. Little girls are good at complaining. Also smart to make news splash, dig interesting information and package it into a reality story that spiced spoiled sweet-sweet.

Not wanting to ignore his sister, Satya embraces Blue who is next to him with her right hand while the other hand still holds Faiza. “How are you, Blue?”

“Where do you want to go to school?”

“At Zakia International School, Dad.” by Faiza. His brown eyes flickered spoiled at the father.

“You attended school one complex with its Elementary building Faiza?” satya asked while looking closely at her sister's face.

“Not SD, Dad. Elementary school.” protest Faiza.

“Same, Honey. SD is Bahasa Indonesia.”

Faiza frowning. “No. No. No. Zakia elementary school's. That’s my school name, Dad.” he said firmly with eyes bulging towards his father who was increasingly smiling anxiously at the behavior of his daughter.

“You’re always right, Baby.” Satya immediately surrendered, confirming and kissing her daughter's forehead. Faiza blushed and felt like she had won an argument and won a kiss.

“I want to go to an ordinary school that is close to here, sister. Not international school. Blue doesn't catch up later. Blue is not smart. The children of Jakarta must be smarter than the children of Sukabumi tipi. After all, Blue does not want to go to school in a place that only rich people can reach. The association must be much different from Blue's life during this time in pesantren. Blue doesn't know how to adjust to them. Blue wants a close school, so can bike to school every day.”

“OK. Soon brother calls a friend who is the principal of an Islamic school located only 2 blocks from our house. Later in the afternoon we will make a promise to his house. I think the school is good. He said he was accredited A, but the building and facilities are not as good as international schools.” replied Satya firmly and lightly. To him it was just a trivial matter.

“How about Faiz school, Mas?” Ritha interrupted the conversation because she thought it was important to adjust the Blue school with Faiz. Ritha wants them to go to the same school so they can support each other.

“Faiz to home shooling.” There was a strong answer from the person being spoken about.

Faiz was seen coming down the stairs and approaching the dining table.

All eyes looked at the teenager with a slightly thin body that afternoon wearing a blue T-shirt with a fighter plane with knee-length chinos whose blue color was darker than the shirt he wore. He always looks stylist with neat and harmonious clothes. Faiz walked leisurely down the stairs. Flat expression. He immediately grabbed his father's hand for salim. He kissed the back of his father's hand for 3 seconds before finally looking up and smiling thinly.

“How are you, Boy?” Satya patted her son's shoulder. Familiar as friends.

“Good, Well.”

“What project do you have now?”

“Designing metaverse.” Faiz answered his father's question firmly and confidently.

Satya raised an eyebrow. The tail of his eyes glanced into the eyes of his wife who had complained about the attitude and decision of his son. Ritha replied with a glance anyway.

Everyone sat in their dining chairs. Faiz placed himself to the left of his father. While Ritha

it is on the right of Satya. His position facing his eldest son allowed him to always see how cold and flat his eldest son's expression was. Ritha scooped the rice on a square-shaped black ceper ceramic plate and handed it to her husband.

“Thank you, Bun.” Satya accepted with a friendly smile. The tail of his eyes glanced to the right. Trying to read messages that may be there by looking at his wife. The two look at. Nyess. The blue eyes always make the heart of satya covered with a sense of peace that inspires him to smile and smile again.

Ritha also touched her smile. His heart was overwhelmed by the joy of today with togetherness at the dinner table. He scoops the rice for himself before handing Blue a barrel of rice and the children take turns. Lunch together like this is very rare because usually they are all busy with their respective activities and work during the day. Usually only breakfast is done together. Occasionally have dinner together. Lunch is the rarest time. Especially with the complete family formature as it is today

“Whatever you want to do will I support, Boy. As long as you continue to complete formal education, remember worship, remember sports and remember to eat. I don't want your physical or mental health to be compromised because you're obsessed with the metaverse project. Live all leisurely, but remain responsible and purposeful.”

Ritha glares. Why is Satya so impressed to support her son home schooling? He did not give advice to his son at all, even though Faiz was clearly guilty of often skipping school. It's a fatal mistake that can't be repeated. Satya should have confirmed that. Formal education is important. Do not let it be ignored because the obsession is not yet clear the benefits for Faiz's life later. But despite the difference of opinion, Ritha could not argue. Satya is the head of the family that must be guarded by marwah and his wife inside and outside the house. It's not worth pointing out the difference in the way you look in front of your kids. His cocky taste is stored in the heart only. He will be disappointed when they are alone. There are several saving themes of discussion between him and Satya, namely the matter of clarification of polygamous intentions and about Faiz. This could be a long discussion.

Faiz smiled with his father's relaxed attitude. Feel supported. Satya ruffled the hair of her beloved child as if there had never been a problem that needed to be solved at this dining table.