BLUE METAVERSE

PRO-PLAYER CONTRACTS

The sound of the clanking of spoons clashing with plates occasionally sounded between the eyes of each other between family members. While enjoying a mouthful of lunch, they enjoyed this rare moment with happy hearts. They do not talk much when eating because Satya does not like there is noise when enjoying the gift of God in the form of delicious food. All must concentrate on eating until on the plate no more leftovers. The conversation usually takes place before or after the meal ritual. That's the habit of the Satya family that from the beginning is instilled continuously. Anyone who has finished eating may start a conversation after cupping a spoon and fork on the dinner plate is over.

“You seriously want home schooling, Iz? Aunty is going to Jakarta to accompany you to school, why do you even choose home schooling?”

“Iya. Tired of home schooling. Brother Faiz wants to be cooped up in the house and continue like a bird Mr. Tri who has never been outside of his cage.” comments Faiza with a mouth that still contains food.

Ritha turned towards Faiza. The boy was immediately embarrassed to realize his mistake. He hurriedly picked up the clear water then swallowed all his food for a moment. After that he cupped a spoon and fork on the plate after his dinner.

“Spend first eat it clean, Za. There's no leftovers. We do not know which food there is barokanya for us.” scolded Ritha for seeing her daughter stopped her lunch in order to be able to talk.

Faiza again took back her spoon and fork with both hands. He continued to eat the food left on the plate slowly. Stay slightly. His face looked disappointed because his parents never tolerated him. All food that has been taken should be spent, unless something is wrong with that food. He has no reason today. All the dishes cooked by Mbak Imah and her mother are delicious. It is impossible to say that the food is salty, bitter, let alone contains poison.

After cupping the spoon and fork, Faiz took clear water and ate the wine presented on the table. Father too.

“We go to school together, Is. In an ordinary school near here just so that the time does not run out a lot on the road. If the public school is ordinary learning hours only until 1 pm. It is not mandatory to participate extra-curricular as well. Kinda relaxed. You can do your project after school.” Blue is still trying to persuade him.

Ritha pleased. His brother-in-law is reliable. No loss in taking him and living with him. He can really support his thinking.

“Can't, Bi. I have a contract with TRC team will be part of their team in the international universe war legend competition.”

Ritha surprised. She looked at Faiz and turned to look at her husband in wonder. Is there an official contract professional players can sign minors without the consent of their parents or guardians?

“What contract, Iz?”

“Contract work so Pro-player, Bun.” replied Faiz confident and confident.

“Work contract? Is there an institution or person that employs minors? Can be punished with the exploitation of your child. You're 15, Iz. Don't have a KTP.” Ritha could no longer refrain from complaining.

How could a child of Faiz's age be contracted to become a professional game player without parental permission? This must not be true. It could be that Faiz was actually tricked but did not realize it because the child did not know how a legally strong employment contract should employ people in accordance with the provisions of law and labor laws. He also mentioned that there was a professional word in it.

Faiz stopped taking wine and drank another glass of clear water. The teenager stood up to leave the dining table. No matter what his mother commented.

“Dad wait yes. We leave together to pray in the mosque.” Satya's message followed by a light nod of his son.

With a quick movement Faiz returned to his room to pick up the sarong, prayer mat and ablution before going to the mosque of the compound with his father. The boy must have deliberately avoided. Ritha became senewen with the attitude of her eldest son. It felt like he wanted to pull out his ears until he was in pain and said for mercy.

“Mas should take care of Faiz's problem yes. Find out his contract, is it true he has officially contracted to be a pro-player of the team. School is a mess because of online games. Don't let him lie to people either. His life will be more fucked up."

Ritha was still grunted, while Satya responded with a relaxed smile. Ritha became more emotional with her husband's response that looks ordinary as if the problem will not have any impact on the future of her child.

“Do not worry, Mother is beautiful. The child should be trusted and supported.”

“Low I worry about my son, Mas. There are many cases of children whose lives have become a mess because of online gaming addiction. Although the level of danger is still under drugs, but online games that damage the morale of children. I saw for myself how the game was this morning in his room. Sadistic, horrible and the talk of the players is rude. I don't want Faiz to be affected too far. Danger, Mas. Hazard.” Ritha wanted to cover her face so much that she could not imagine the sadistic and terrible game of virtual warfare.

The game was full of verbal and visual violence. Not at all worthy of being a game of children the age of Faiz, let alone be used as a competition. Really am. Ritha could not imagine that her son was finally used to harsh words and acted sadistically. Lost adab that has been planted at home and pesantren. Ritha is very worried that her habit in cyberspace also affects real life. He does not want his son to be a hot-tempered thug and likes to say rude.

No. gabe. Oh. nope. Just hearing Bas talk gave him a headache. Moreover, his own flesh and blood that spoke harsh words and oaths as he heard when Faiz played the war game this morning. He must prevent the worst possible impact of the game's game . Don't let it happen. Ritha wanted Faiz to remain a polite and civilized sweet child.

“Hopefully nothing bad happened to our child.” Satya still smiled casually.

Ritha glared annoyedly seeing Satya so casually responding to her opinion. It's a weight problem. Problems of sadistic and violent play that may affect the mental and psychological health of the child. How could Satya ignore that. Does he not yet know what kind of game his eldest son played.

“Patience, Beautiful. I went to the mosque first. You helped Faiz dong pray. He still remembers the prayers of the pilgrims. It means you don't need that hot. Remember the lecture of Ustadz Ahmad the other day, the words of a mother to her child were easily answered, let alone prayer. So, do not think bad of our child.” message satya relaxed before going to accompany his son pray congregation in the mosque complex.

Ritha stroking chest, “Astagfirullah hal adzim. Please, don't worry about your son, Ritha. Thinking is fine. No one knows the future except the Almighty. Wouldn't it be better to pray that God would protect his son?”

After Satya passed, Blue approached Ritha who was still sitting on the dining chair. His head feels heavy. Ritha had not yet moved from her seat. While Blue has finished helping mbak Imah clean the dining table and wash the dishes. The boy was very light and hands.

“Don't be disappointed, Brother. Let's talk and talk to Faiz again to find out what the project is really like. Faiz can't be forced. We must follow first what he wants. Sometimes his thoughts are difficult for us to digest because he is a smart boy. He's a visionary. Later Blue try to approach slowly.” Blue instead comforts Ritha with a smile and her belief that Faiz is not a troubled child.

True blue. Ritha should calm down. Today, his head exploded. Weight is immeasurable.