BLUE METAVERSE

FAIZA

Today Ritha had prepared to pick up Faiz in the company of Faiza, her youngest daughter. Satya could not accompany him because he had already promised to meet with colleagues who had just arrived from Canada. Today for

the first time he left with a bus, his brother-in-law who is still at home to be single. The bus doesn't want to commit to anyone. Even though the bus never jomlo. He always had a girlfriend. Even repeatedly changing girlfriends. For the last three years he has been dating a famous woman who was half-dead to him. Their relationship was long enough compared to her other girlfriends, but Bas never married her. I don't know. Though the life of Bas is now quite well established and his age is already four heads.

Bus has bought a house owned by his parents in Menteng which previously owned their oldest brother: Bram. The old house next door to Satya's was bought by Bus five years ago, when Bram needed a lot of money to pay off his family's debts because his businesses went out of business. Since then, Bas has made the old house the office of a property company and a security services company he owns and manages. That was why Ritha was now quite close to her bitter-tongued sister-in-law. His ears are immune to hearing the words that often come out of his brother-in-law's mouth. Bas's words were never put to heart. Consider it a joke worth appreciating with a little smile. Although the relationship is better, Ritha does not want to interfere in her personal affairs. Though he often felt uncomfortable because he was stalked by Bas's boyfriend who did not stop hoping he would persuade Bas to marry him. Of course he could not accept that request. Bas has her own thoughts and life that Ritha herself lacks understanding of.

“Rith, game to rooftop! I'm ready for this. Five minutes not up, I just fly to the sky to 9 yes.” The bus called her phone without greeting and immediately closed her back without waiting for Ritha's reply. Without greetings too. Bad habits have been around for a long time.

Ritha hurriedly took Faiza on her way to the old concrete staircase which was one of the fastest roads to the rooftop. There was no elevator or escalator. The house is still preserved with the old design, the legacy of her husband's parents.

“Buruan, Za! Pakde Bas is waiting at the rooftop. Later pakde angry if his wait later.”

“Shortly, Bun. Someone is missing. I want to take my medal from my race the other day to be exhibited at Faiz's sister, bi Biru, bi Lily, Aksa's sister and others.”

“No need, Za. Pakde won't wait too long. We're going to Sukabumi to pick up brother. So, if you want to show off later if your sister has returned home.”

Faiza pouting. He followed Ritha's steps lazily. Ritha hastily pulled her daughter's hand in order to move faster to the rooftop.

“Unfortunately sister is not at home in pesantren yes, Bun?”

“Iya. Sister wants to stay with us in Jakarta.”

The little girl smiled revealing her shuffled teeth on the left. “Yey... Sister go home.” Exclaims jolly.

“You're happy brother came home?”

“Iya. Later I force brother joget tic not and I uploaded it viral.”

Ritha did not respond too much to the chatter of her son who was active and hobby of dancing. He still pulled the arm of the little yellow girl with narrow eyes like his father to walk faster up the stairs to the rooftop. Otherwise, her little girl would definitely fill her bag with various items she wanted to show off to her siblings.

“Kak Faiz later moved school where, Bun?” Faiza paused for a moment to stare at the blue netra of her bundle

Ritha simply replied with a short sentence, “Not yet to know.”

Again the woman with the cloud-patterned blue hijab pulled her little girl's arm to keep walking faster up the stairs. All he had in mind now was to hurry up to the rooftop.

He was lazy to hear the nagging of his sister-in-law who could never wait. Always imprinted in her mind, her in-laws tongue was bitter. The sound is rarely pleasant to hear.

“You will say the same brother Faiz directly yes. If you can persuade your sister to want to go to public school. Brother Faiz wants home schooling.”

“Ih... don't home schooling! Not good at home. Bored again. School in the same place as Izza school. Later the departure can be with Izza.” The little girl smiled flirtatiously as if imagining something that made her eyes sparkle happily. Of course having an older brother who rarely meets makes his kangen layered. She could not hide her happy expression of being able to unite with her brother who had spent all this time not being with family at home.

Ritha smiled. His heart was relieved that he had little help in persuading his eldest to attend a regular public school, not home schooling. “If you want that, help mom persuade sister Faiz yes.”

“Iya. Sure.”

“Kak Faiz should go to the same school as Izza. Izza's friends will surely be fascinated all the same Brother Faiz. Brother Faiz is handsome.”

Ritha stared at the flirtatious expression of her little girl while frowning. SD children now seem to be concerned about the physical opposite sex. Faiza seemed to be very proud of her brother's good looks.

“Proud to have a handsome sister?”

“Proud dong, Bun.”

Ritha simply responded with a smile.

They had reached the roof top of the house where there was a helipad. The latest type of helicopter has landed there and the Bus is already sitting neatly with its headset in the steering wheel. Ritha took a long breath for a moment. Climbing the manual stairs to the 3rd floor made her breath gasp.

“Hey, Cat's eyes spout! Very lelet anyway.” The bus grumbled with a loud voice like thunderbolt. Ritha almost fell in shock.

“It's gone, Mr. de.” shouted Faiza who immediately ran over to the helicopter that had been parked on the runway.

Ritha was still adjusting her breathing.

“Have been told not to call pakde. Call om.” bluff Bas.

“Om that's a call for his sister father or mother. Pakde Bas is Satya's brother.” Faiza protest

“People should call Om. I'm younger than your father. So, Om you were born first. But still younger than your father. If you do not want to call om, do not transfer to Sukabumi.” Threaten the Bus with bulging eyes.

Faiza lowered her head, but her eyes glanced at her mother as if asking for support that what she said was true. Ritha only smiled faintly and nodded as a gesture for Faiza to budge. They have often debated the call and have never made anything. The bus is called Om. For him, genealogy is not important. Mr. de's call is not cool. That's why he obliges all his nephews to call om without exception.

“Iya, Om.” Finally, the child succumbs to adults.