BLUE METAVERSE

GARDEN AND DREAM

They both ran across the trail that went up and down from the pesantren to the coffee garden. Not through public roads that vehicles can pass. Purposefully. The more challenging the road passed for teenagers will be a fun thing. From far away, workers appear to be picking coffee fruit that has been ripe with a fresh red color. Faiz longs for the smell of coffee pouring out into the entire garden joined by the fresh mountain air. I miss to prank the garden workers. Also misses the game of hide and seek and chase between the coffee garden and rose garden in the back garden where there are pure springs that taste fresh. There are so many memories of his childhood playing days with Blue, Amar and Azka. The greater the intensity of playing time the less because they have different interests so that his free time is almost never the same.

Now vacation. Time to play and get together again. Previously the semester holiday used Faiz to go home or vacation with his family. The rest of the holiday this time it seems fun to play and gather with his cousin to remember their togetherness through childhood.

“Mar, you came yesterday on the show haul om Ardi?”

“Iya.”

“Many came?”

“Bany very, Sister. Full pesantren hall and mosque.”

Alhamdulillahot. Everyone would like to remember the kindness of Ardi who played a big role in the development of pesantren. Faiz recalled, Ardi often gave him gifts as he made it through his challenges. Finally, Ardi gave him a special hard disk that he ordered specifically from a well-known company in America. The hard disk was light and only the size of a fist but the storage capacity was huge. The hard disk is still used today to back up his works in the world of game programming. Om Ardi awarded the hard disk because he managed to achieve the target of winning the game programming competition.

Om Ardi was so good to her. Why is it that good people are often called God too soon? Why is his son indifferent and annoying so. So curious. What makes Rosyid that way.

“What do you think of Rosyid, Mar?” Faiz asked Amar's opinion that his position is neutral and always honest as it is.

“Ndon't know. Not very familiar. How, Ka? You are his classmate.” Amar even directed a nod of his head to his sister who had been fond of following him since childhood.

“She was very quiet, but pinter. Champion class.”

“Like painting?”

“Iya. More precisely like making comics.”

Huh huh? Do you like to make comics? Why does that shitty kid have the same hobby?

“Manual? Or use my computer like me?”

“Manual, Brother. If Faiz's brother will make his comics by reproducing photos through digital media. If Rosyid itself drawing manual use hand.”

Uh. Faiz smiled faintly with a slightly blinking tail. Similar but not the same. The way to make a distant comic ran three eras to the back. Handmade artwork is indeed more characteristic, people consider it unique because the hand graffiti results are never really the exact same. Homemade products are expensive for the reason that they involve the heart and feelings. Whereas modern comics are more sophisticated, can be tampered with so multi-dimensional that the reader feels really able to see the characters told in the comics. Of course, making it also involves the heart and feelings that are not less deep in order to make the character really alive.

“These are many?”

“Neg. But many are amazed at him.”

“Not amazed, maybe more precisely iba.” Faiz correction. I don't know why his heart rejected Azka's story. The boy was talking as he was. Feel competing? Oh, perhaps.

“Amused, Brother. Not iba.” rebut Azka.

“Age now it's the crowds who are amazed by pity, Ka.”

Azka silence. Lily's children no one dared to refute what Faiz said, even though Amar was older than Faiz. Since childhood they have been reluctant to his cousin's brother and tend to obey any orders and wishes of the blue-eyed handsome.

“Down, Mar?” Faiz looked for justification by turning to Amar and giving him a slight intimidating look.

“Can be.” Amar chose the answer that hung only.

Faiz did not like that answer too much. His brain immediately guessed, there must be something that Amar hid when he chose not to support it.

“Kok could be anyway, Mar? if you answer something do not giggle.” reprimand it.

“So Faiz's statement is correct, but not fully considered true for Rosyid's case. This is because people have a lot of interesting things. It could be treasure, prowess, cleverness, good looks or something else. Can also be amazed because of the struggle and determination.” Still Amar is looking safe with an uncertain answer yes or no.

“You think people admire him for what?” urged Faiz.

“Because he is smart.” replied Azka interjected with a definite answer.

It seems that Faiz does not accept that Rosyid is admired for being smart.

“Is he smarter than me?”

“Neg. Brother Faiz remains the smartest.”

Faiz smiled with relief. Faiz gitu lo. Where anyone is competing. Haha

“Ohya?”

“Iya.”

“You think he'll get away?”

“Neighborhood.”

“You didn't take acceleration class either, Ka?”

“Not passed the selection. Said Abah was okay. Taking acceleration classes is not necessarily good. It could be bored of learning only or stress because the lessons are not in accordance with age.” Azka showed justification for her inability. The goal is only to entertain yourself.

“Abah said we should be able to measure the ability. Do not think that a baby is forced to be born prematurely. There may be functions of his body that have not developed normally.” added Amar confidently. The two brothers were always compact in every way. Including in ways to comfort themselves for their incompetence. That's what makes them never inferior and grateful for their lives

“We take normal classes, yes, Kak?” Azka looked at her brother looking for support.

“True.”

“Liar same as others.”

“Iya.”

Bi Lily's upbringing turned out to be the same all, her children like to work hard but have no big ambitions. Both parents are relatively strong, always exemplifying the harmony of words and deeds. Everyday the family lives a simple, honest, and disciplined life with its time and activities.

Faiz chose to sleep on the green grass that was like a rug lying near the rose garden behind the house. It's his favorite place, as well as his playmates. Sleeping on your back with your arms stretched out

open looking at the sky while telling dreams and hopes that every day can change. But the two children bi Lily never wanted to change her dream. Every day I say the same thing. His home is heaven. If given the chance to be reborn, they want to be born to the same parents, have the same house, coffee garden, farm and all the things they have now.

“I want to study at al Azhar Cairo and then go back to Indonesia to become a teacher in pesantren while taking care of Abah coffee garden.” Amar always says the same thing over and over again.

Different from Faiz who wants a lot. Every time he finds something new, he will make it an ideal of life. Ever wanted to be a fighter pilot to look cool. Another time after feeling the rush saw Aunt Lily for days being treated in the ICU room and her friend who died from a dengue outbreak, said the report, Faiz hopes to become a doctor in order to cure many sick people. After returning home from a visit to a police school in Sukabumi, Faiz was affected by police attractions during shooting drills, defusing bombs and conducting various simulations of citizen rescues. He also wants to be a police officer. Lately, after knowing the biggest source of funds that finance free clinics and pesantren is his father's business, his ideals return to the original taste, and the, he wants to be like a respected father because he is known as a successful businessman who likes to do various philanthropic activities.

“Cita-cita you still remain the same, Mar?” faiz asked as he looked up at the sky and breathed in the fresh fragrance of a rose that aroused passion.

“Iya.”

After 3 months, Amar is still Amar who has the same dreams and ideals since childhood.

“Sister Faiz his ideals changed again?” Amar looked at Faiz for a moment. Azka did the same. Like someone moved the two brothers to always do the same without command. A moment later they again looked at the blue sky with white clouds that were marching around looking for a comfortable place to gather with other clouds. Every now and then birds fly by.

In certain seasons in the sky sometimes seen groups of migratory birds like an image that runs between white clouds and blue sky. That is the most missed thing. When can Faiz relax like this again watching the migration of the birds. Jampang is a trajectory area as well as the destination of the migration of birds. This migration usually takes place between October and March. Biology teacher said in these months winter occurs in the northern hemisphere, causing the food supply to begin to thin. As a result, the birds living in the region migrate to the much warmer southern regions and store food. This migration process continues every year and can be used as a good measure of the sustainability of ecosystems in nature and climate change conditions.

The process of migrating birds often forms a unique formation. This is what many bird-loving photographers perpetuate in some migration areas. Now photos of unique formations when birds migrate under the twilight sun are sold at a hefty price in the metaverse. Faiz just thought. The people of the city would want to witness the rare beauty that happened and are interested in making this natural event can be used as an effective recreational means. In countries such as Europe and America, the activity of “birdwatching” or the process of seeing migratory birds has been used as an annual ecotourism.

The migration of birds in traditional beliefs in Jampang, Dayak and Badui In has its own meaning. The arrival of migratory birds signifies the process of changing seasons so that indigenous people see the activity of migratory birds as the time of the arrival of the rainy season and the time to start farming.

“Kak Faiz his ambition change again no?” Amar repeated the same question. He was already curious waiting for Faiz to tell him about his new dream.

Faiz smiled, knowing that his two cousins would want him to tell him about his new dreams and ideals. The last time they slept together in this park Faiz told me about his dream of making the world of his own family metaverse and wanted to become an international E-Sport player. The obvious ideal of being an E-Sport player is too easy to achieve, although he had to sacrifice his school and separate from his two cousins who became playmates from early school age.

“I don't have any new goals yet, Mar.”

“No further playing the game?”

“Neg. I don't want to be enslaved by game lovers."

Faiz made sure no one other than the three of them heard. "Sttts. Don't tell anyone yes, some of those who slammed money in the universe war turned out to be bookies.”

“Hah? Judi?”

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