BLUE METAVERSE

WARS

Ritha, accompanied by Lily, picks up Faiz at her dorm. While Asep entertains the Bus with his latest blended coffee while keeping an eye on the children playing around their house. Ritha did not speak at length with his father and mother as the manager of Islamic boarding school-based Education Institution. Everything was delivered by papa by phone.

“Sorry yes, Brother. According to papa this is the best decision for santri here and the life of papa's own grandson. Not all kids are as smart as Faiz. We are worried that the imitated faiz is just a hobby of online games and the habit of skipping school. Pesantren's life will be chaotic.”

“Ritha understands, Pa.” Ritha answered confidently even though she did not know what she would do to educate her quiet teenage son and seemed to be psychopathic talent.

Papa submitted the files for Faiz's school move, following a letter of recommendation explaining what achievements the child had achieved so as not to have difficulty being accepted into his new school later. All have been prepared by papa and the Educational Institution well. Ritha knew they would definitely lose Faiz. The prodigal son also contributed greatly to the achievement of school accreditation. He won the Olympics

mathematics, high school level online game programming champion and his team had become the general champion of West Java provincial archery competition. If only online gaming had not made him addicted, he should have entered quarantine for the national physics Olympics last month. Unfortunately, the boy refused a quarantine for the physics Olympics and chose to become a paid game player. It's sad, but that's the reality of a choice of teenagers responsibility that must be faced.

“He remains papa's proud grandson.”

Ritha nodded.

“Don't upset him!”

Ritha nodded back.

“Help and pay more attention. Maybe right now he needs that, brother. Speak slowly with logic, because the child has an extraordinary talent for intelligence.”

“Thank you very much, Pa! Ritha is grateful to have such an amazing father. Faiz remained in school until now thanks to papa's persuasion. Ritha will always remember papa's message. As Ritha's mother it should be more

attention to the children. The schedule to Ritha office is now only 2 times a week with a maximum time of 4 hours. There is already an assistant who can be trusted to take care of the work that Ritha has been handling.”

Now the father who nodded, smiled wisely and patted his eldest daughter's shoulder to increase his daughter's confidence that he was able to educate children better. As Papa never forgets, mother is the best teacher for her son.

Papa escorted her to Faiz's room, a dorm room she had left alone with no friends. Previously Faiz roomed with Azka - Lily's son - who was none other than his cousin. For the past two years he has asked for his own room and he has refused to participate in activities other than those related to information technology. Mandatory extracurriculars such as swimming, silat, archery and horse riding have lately been absent. From the beginning Faiz did not like gardening, raising and fishing like Lily's children. Since they began to have different passions and interests, they rarely communicate and play together because they are busy with their respective activities whose time is not clop. Faiz and his cousin only joined in football. Their relationship becomes increasingly distant actually not only because of different hobbies, but because they are not in the same class as Azka, Lily's eldest son. With his intelligence, Faiz managed to follow the acceleration program to be able to jump to the class above him. Currently Faiz has entered the 10th grade, while Aksa is still in the 9th grade which is equivalent to the 3rd grade Junior High. In the school environment that is equivalent to SMU, Faiz is not friends with anyone. Tends to be quiet and loner. While his friends though good and respect him, but dare to approach because of his arrogance. Especially if it wasn't for Faiz being a special kid. His father was the founder and biggest donor of the pesantren. His grandfather ran a respected educational institution.

Ritha shrugged her shoulders in disappointment at the writing hanging on the door of her son's room. “Don’t Distrub me,” as it sounds.

The hostel babysitter came over to them.

“Sorry, Mr Umar! Faiz had a message not to be disturbed until 9. Being in an online game tournament he said.”

Ritha glanced at Casio's watch which was studded with a 5 carat diamond that coiled at the end of her arm. 30 Minutes to 9.

“I'm his mother, sir. Can I come in for a second? I promise I won't interfere with his tournament.”

The hostel nanny nodded. Mr. Umar patted the white-copied man on the shoulder with the thin beard while smiling wisely. They both know that it is best to let her mother know for herself the activities of her child. Today there has been a shift in responsibility because Faiz officially left the school and the boarding school.

Everyone is waiting outside. Only Ritha was allowed to enter her son's room.

“Assalamu’alaikum.”

“Wa’alaikumsalam.” Faiz replied in a soft voice, barely audible.

Ritha walked closer. He sat on the bed of his son who was still diligently sitting in his study chair in front of the big screen of his computer. In his ear is a sophisticated headset. I don't know. Although attached to the headset, apparently Faiz still heard the sound of his greeting. The proof is that he answered the greeting even with a soft voice.

Ritha silently waited while watching what game her son was fond of to cause his world to change.

“Toot.”

“Keelangnya. Cepetan!”

“Don't bump lo, baby F. Cemen lo.”

“Dog... why did he appear suddenly. Look out, Baby F. I have still got meteor.” The sound of threat coming out of the opposing player who knows who and where.

Sentences, commands, and insults mutually authenticate without pause. Sounds very rude. Not a word that normal people should listen to. Ritha's emotions almost burned.

“Shoot again. Rip off his treasure. Kill it! Hurry along!"

"Shoot baby F."

"Come on. Faster! Increase the power speed!"

"Be careful. Enemy approaching. The enemy is approaching from the left. Run ...”

“Come baby F. You’re the winner. You’re the winner.” There was also the sound of a girl's crybaby who seemed to be a supporter of one of the parties. Ritha thinks women are a kind of pom pom girl in basketball games whose job is to encourage players.

"Run! Hide away!"

“Nyerah lo! Nyerah lo! Your blood wants abis.”

“Now do not need to be shot also you die to the blood, Njir. Hahaha”

Oh my God, just a few minutes into the room of his eldest son Ritha almost fainted. His head was dizzy to hear the thumping of weapons and the sound of bullets that sounded real like on the actual battlefield. It was really horrible. Not to mention the shouts, swearing and rant that sounded boisterous.

Faiz did not sound at all. Flat expression. It seems he is fully concentrated on winning the match.

Ritha did not know whether if there was no self here Faiz would issue an oath of absorbency, ridicule or harsh words that provoked the opponent or not. If so, Ritha was very concerned. It takes extra hard work to brainwash your child to be aware of how to behave. Adab lessons in pesantren that have been trained for years feel useless. What is clear, now Ritha does not feel at home in her son's room whose glass is similar to the atmosphere on the battlefield. His chaotic mind was destructed by a virtual atmosphere that evoked emotions. While what was imagined in his mind was blood, the smell of rancid, and corpses that were scattered by sabers or hit by weapons of the opponent. Really horrible. There should be a red cross helping those virtual warriors who were at war. Ritha is enthusiastic because it is carried away by the atmosphere of online game play that looks so real.

Ten minutes alone he was able to survive accompanying his son in the room. His body felt limp, no longer able to hear the loud screams and booms. He thought the virtual game was uncivilized.

“Download out yes, Iz. Mom's waiting at Aunt Lily's. Mother here delivered pakde Bas. He can't wait us too long.”

Faiz nodded expressionlessly. His entire concentration was still focused on the hard work of how to win that match.

Alright. Ritha just wants to know what games make her son's life so good because of addiction to a game played online. It turned out to be a terrible war game. It is real and violent. Such games should not be played by teenagers of Faiz's age. Such a game should be created for the simulation of war of the military soldiers, not for the general public. For Ritha the game was too sadistic. Not educating. The game had damaged his son's mentality until he was forced to be expelled from school by his own grandfather. Miris.

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Updatenya divided by 2 am and evening like watering flowers⚘⚘⚘🌻🌻🌻 because if the update 2 episodes together with the reader likes to forget not like the episode that started🤭 hihihi....