BLUE METAVERSE
HAPPY DAY
The SUV was traveling at a moderate speed through a crowded road. Blue is silent. His heart did not calm down every time he was close to his older brother who was the most antique character. Blue did not want to hear bad words coming out of the mouth of her brother who hobbies angry, angry and angry. Every now and then he glanced at Tom who grimaced with pain. Poor thing. His clothes looked very tangled, shabby and there were many half-dry blood spots. His left temples were close to the eye of a lump as big as an egg to close his eyes that looked red. His body is bruised here and there. Somehow he did not want to be taken to the hospital, even though the injury was quite severe.
Blue doesn't dare to wonder. He fell down when he returned to look at the man with the wound. Smiling shyly like a child caught stealing a cake at the guest table. Tom looks so grown up. Despite holding back the pain, the man forced himself a wise smile towards him. And that smile looked beautiful and reassuring.
“Still yes, Bi. Your name is Blue, right?” tom said with a soft fatherly baritone voice.
Blue nodded. Feeling flattered because it turns out Tom knew him when only this time they met face to face. Blue's head lowered but the tail of his eyes still did not want to move to look at Tom's face which was bruised and injured still looks handsome. Tom's nose is tall and pointed. His face shape is oval with brownish yellow skin. His hair is straight, jet black with a texture that looks stiff. At first glance it is somewhat similar to Satya, Blue's most handsome and well-established brother.
“Study martial arts where?” ask Tom lirih.
His baritone voice made Blue not want to stop smiling. In his ears the voice was like a wave of sound that melodious. I don't know. Today Blue wants to record the writing in his diary as one of the unforgettable happy days. Not because of the birthday party, but because all day long he felt unrelenting abundant in unexpected little happiness. The little flowers were scattered all around him. Thank you Lord. Thank you for this beautiful day.
“In the pesantren there is eskul silat. Who ngajar Abah, the most respected champion in Jampang. He said the ancient silat typical of Jampang which is a part of local culture that has been forgotten by many people.”
Tom turned his gaze towards the Bus. “It looks like we need to learn also the ancient silat sciences of Blue kayaking, Bos.”
“Later we thought, Tom. You think quickly healed first how, because it is difficult to find people who while changing you start the business boss Gupta.” replied Bas indifferently.
“Gupta boss escorts throw the apparatus first, Boss. Let's profit a little, but we can be safe to take the time. The target of the Gupta Boss is not actually a former imported branded clothing business that one of its warehouses is in the Grass Market, but the solar, jewelry and medicine business from China. As we know Gupta's boss has some official gas stations, but he stole a lot of subsidized diesel to sell to the industry with a piss model. There is a small optical hose from the underground tank that flows into another hidden shelter. Control is systemic and recorded in the pump as normal sales for some large trucks every day. Jewelry and medicine imports from China are also in trouble at customs.”
“Ancient spain. People today seem to be getting stupid and easily fooled. Everything old-fashioned so unique and valuable.” comments cynical Bas.
Blue heard well and tried to digest their conversation with the logic he was connected to Shieny's words in the futsal stadium earlier. Could it be that his family known to people as the mafia was Bas? Business looks gray. During this time Blue knew the job of Bas was a property agent entrepreneur, a security service provider and was purportedly penetrating the cyber security business as well. Just this time Blue knew from his own ears and head that the Bas client turned out to be most people who hid dirty business behind a company that had official permits and legality. People say Spanish business aka half please. It is not impossible that Bas also provides security services for companies that do business in illegal goods.
The car rushes into the yard of the house with classic European architecture painted in gray white. It was papa's house. Blue bit her lips. The bus had never been willing to invite him into the house even once because he did not deserve to be in the house. I don't know tonight. Blue is getting ready to go down. His heart was conditioned to air. If he is told to go outside through the gate, he will come out with pleasure. He felt his position was the same as the other bodyguards, waiting for the Boss' orders. Realize that he's not who in Bas's eyes.
“Included, Bi!”
“Bby?”
“Because you saved my company's valuable assets, you I'll let you into our headquarters. You can enter Satya's house through the side door. Sari will take you and tell Ritha, this time I give you free security. No invoices to pay."
“Cheal fast yes, Brother Tom. After healing we can practice martial arts together yes.”
“Thank you, Bi.” replied Tom grimacing.
There was pain in his chest seeing the burly man grimace. It must have hurt a lot. Ordinary people would have fainted if they had gotten as much and as bad a wound. Fortunately, in the room Blue saw that there were already doctors and nurses who had prepared to deal with Tom. His heart was a little relieved. I hope Tom gets well soon.
Blue continues its steps towards the back area of the house where there is a connecting door of steel. Blue had several times seen Bas appear suddenly at Satya's house from that door. But he does not know how the door looks like when viewed from this house. His guess is that the shape is most likely the same. He could guess where the door was.
In the large living room Blue stopped his steps. He saw the family photo on a large canvas size of 3 x 2 meters. An official photo of the family during the Wirajaya family is still complete. Golden color with very good image quality. The more viewed, the canvas photo is increasingly looks so real like seeing a family in another room behind the wall where the figura is installed. His gaze was fixed on the figure of a husband and wife sitting in the middle and his children standing around him. They seem to fit in the middle of a harmonious and happy family. The middle-aged man with a thick Chinese face looked dignified with a black suit and a red shirt. While the beautiful woman with a brown and red polaroo looks so soft and graceful with a typical face of Javanese nobility. Their children also wear similar clothes. Blue admires the photo.
The outstretched Blue hand groped the image with all the sense that was hard to express. Blue needs to convince himself many times that what he sees is a picture, not a real figure in another room.
“Blue kangen papa.” hissing with a soft voice almost inaudible. His gaze could not be separated on the figure of the father who had only been in the shadows.
“Is that little boy you, Bi?” tanya Sari who is still loyal to escort Blue.
“Not. That's Amel, Bram's son. I wasn't born at that time.”
Blue chooses honest. He wanted to admit that he was the little boy in the photo. If that's the truth, it feels like today's happiness is complete already. Forever Blue is not mocked as the son of the actor anymore. There was no reason for anyone to tell him to kill himself or die. But where is possible. The photo was made long before his birth in this world. Perhaps his biological mother had not entered and damaged the harmony of the family of Wirajaya. Amel is still a baby and Lily is still ABG.
"But the baby really looks like you, Bee."
The blue slammed the air from his nose violently. The baby is not blue. He stepped out of the middle room towards the back of the house where there was a connecting door to Satya's house. Blue does not want to hope for something that has become the destiny of the past. Free. Such hope will only bring endless disappointment. It is better to dream about the future, because the dream is still possible.
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Let's go to the best future️️️
