BLUE METAVERSE
NIGHT DEBATE
Blue runs again towards the back of the classic European architectural style house that has many large poles, and, thick walls with some classic reliefs that are rarely found in modern homes that are usually minimalist or industrial. The haunted impression is reinforced by the selection of classic wall lights shining a dim yellow. The shape of the lamp is like the wall lights in the hallway of the European castle. Blue did not find any steel door connecting the house of Bas and Satya like the place where he saw Bas appear before entering Satya's house.
“Meet not the door, Bi?” ask Sari while smiling thinly.
Blue is still dizzy looking for where the door is. Based on his instinct and logic, there should be a door in the garden near the pool. But clearly what is seen is only a wall that is decorated with black granite.
“Nyerah?” Sari was still smiling.
“He deh. Nyerah aja.” replied Blue resigned
“No need to guess where?”
“It looks like it's there.” Blue pointed at the wall that was walled in black granite.
Sari smiled triumphantly. Blue guessed wrong. He took a card like an ATM card from his safari pocket and attached it to a small sensor in one of the poles in the middle of the house.
Crick. Crick. Slowly a painting of a Bus standing haughtily next to a red ferrari car located on the wall near the dining room was cracked. The 1:1 painting is real, it's about the size of a real bus. The painting is then folded in half showing behind it a steel door with no handle. The door opened by itself and revealed the dining room of Satya's house behind the door.
Miraculous. Blue was amazed by the sophistication of the bus hiding the door connecting his house with his sister's house. The perfect camouflage. Blue is sure only certain people know there is a door behind the painting Bas that looks real. Buses take great care of their privacy. Unfortunately, it seems arrogant that you can suddenly enter the house of people without permission, even though it is the home of his own biological sister. His brother-in-law is hijab after all. He should respect the host dong should not be in and out of the house of people at will.
Instead of keeping tanya in the head, it is better Blue ask directly, “What door can be opened from here without the permission of the family brother Satya?”
“No. There is an automatic signal to the mobile phone Satya sir, bu Ritha or the head of home security contains a permit that must be enclosed before the door is open, Bi. If rejected, the door still can not open.”
Waw. Very sophisticated indeed the security system in the home of his two brothers. Unlike Lily's house which is open to anyone with just a knock on the door or a shout of greeting. In the village all are still safe, no need for complicated security systems.
Blue entered Satya's house through the connecting door. It turned out that he had been waiting for the entire Satya family at the dinner table. Sari just delivered it. He made small talk with Satya's family. It was not until 3 minutes that Sari had reentered his headquarters through the steel door.
“You haven't eaten yet, Bi?”
Blue nodded. There must have been a report from the Bus about his behavior today. He stepped onto the dining chair and sat next to Faiza, who was eating his favorite salmon paste.
As always, there is no talk while eating until the plate is clean and the cutlery is cupped on it. Satya only spoke after gulping down clear water and picking up pieces of melon and watermelon on the table. “How are you feeling today, Bi?”
“Senice.”
“The reason?”
“Win semi-final volleyball, can watch futsal final and can enter the house of brother Bas.”
“Aibi won it thanks to Faiz's manager, Yah.” The blue-eyed handsome does not want to lose admit the greatness of his role is actually not too important. Although there is a point but Blue sneered at the arrogance of his nephew that one.
“Ohya?”
“Bibi had lost mentally and Faiz asked to be replaced with a backup player.” Faiz explained flat.
Why would Faiz drop his aunt like that anyway. Blue pissed. Forced Blue recounts the true events from start to finish, including Faiz blackmailing him for expensive shoes. While the boy devoured melons and watermelons in a cuey style even though his father and his mother looked at him sharply. Not a single hint of guilt at all.
“Faiz nasty, Brother. Cook asked for help as a manager less than 2 hours just ask for shoes that cost more than 150 million. Isn't that called blackmail. Your sins, Iz. Mr. Ustadz said that taking the orphan's property was a great sin. You will know the prize of winning a class meeting is most just a cheap shirt. Cook so manager once doang for expensive shoes, not comparable lah.” Blue shootout with a high tone while glancing at Faiz who smiled flat.
A psychopath is a child. Sebel. Get attention until it is so great.
“Do not thank you so, Iz. Help the Aunt should be sincere.” Ritha's advice with a soft voice followed by a nod and Satya's sharp gaze.
No veins came out as Faiz spoke. It did not look insistent at all, let alone emotion.His face was as flat and smooth as the surface of the toll road. Her cold expression made Blue blood rise.
“Yes, Aunty wants to buy shoes but not that expensive.”
“Tadi Bibi said she wanted to buy you any shoes Faiz wanted.”
“Iya. But not more than a million.” said Blue with a raucous voice. He almost cried so bitterly at his nephew who always felt right.
There was no mercy in Faiz's eyes. You stubborn. Psychopath.
“So there's no such talk, Bi. Aunty just said she wanted to buy you any shoes Faiz wanted. Aunt must konsekwen dong. The good guy who held that promise and commitment,” Faiz is still trying to press Blue with his relaxed and flat style. Absolutely not feel that his request means blackmailing his aunt.
“Basic capitalists!” yang Biru annoyed.
“If you want to be rich you must have a capitalist mentality, Bi. If you want to be equal with the taste of most people, follow the mentality of socialists. Life must choose to be capitalist or socialist.” Faiz argued flatly.
“Hush. It's been. It's been. Stop arguing! You don't have to be capitalist or socialist. We are Muslims, use the heart and rules of sharia in every decision even if it is only a small matter. You've been taught how to fikih
you're the one, right?” Ritha looked at Faiz and Blue gently. The two children who were arguing at the dining table nodded.
“You can't measure anything by material, Iz. Must know when the time to share, socialize and when to count trade.” Satya sage explained. He smiled proudly as he ruffled the hair of the boy sitting next to him.
Faiz tried to avoid his father's hand touching his hair that was black, straight and stiff like his father's hair. “Daddy has washed hands yet?”
Satya grinning the horse. “Daddy hand is not dirty, Iz.” Satya showed her clean palms to her son. Since then, he has only eaten pasta and fruit with a spoon and fork.
Faiz remained pouting.
Satya turned her eyes to Blue. “You must also add insight so that it is not easy to feel cheated or used by people, Bi. If you are committed, it should be clear from the beginning. Do not let any gaps that make you feel aggrieved because of your own words. The character of the person is all kinds and not all is good.”
Faiz gave a thumbs up to his father who was considered fair. His aunt must know that he is a bit stupid and impulsive to be easily played by people.
“So how is the solution?” asked Faiz who was still dancing with the jordan water shoes he wanted.
“Buy yourself. You have a lot of money, Iz. Cook the money of orphans.” Blue answered loudly. Piqued. Blue knows Faiz's savings and investments are many but the boy does not want to use his money to buy the things he wants. Basic culas.
“Already. Don't argue anymore! Later father who buyin.”
“Thank you, Dad. The promise is held yes. Don't let father change his mind and say I have to make money for orphans as well." Faiz said considering his father and aunt had both been left dead by the same person. It could have been his father doing the same thing with his aunt asking for mercy under the pretext of an orphan. His words were spoken casually without emotion, yet his blue eyes glanced sharply at his Aunt with a cynical look.
Very clever to insinuate. Ja. Bibi knows that baligh religiously has been considered mature, meaning Blue should be independent and do not need to fan the kingpin to be pitied as an orphan.
Haha. Everyone smiled except for Blue who sneered in annoyance. Faiz always wins in debates. Blue admits his stupidity in heart. Next time the commitment must detail to the object in question so that people cannot use it to take personal advantage. This is for learning. Not only to the cunning Faiz but to all those who might be more cunning than the blue-eyed handsome.
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There are a lot of things that can be solved along with talking.⚘⚘⚘
Happy weekends
