BLUE METAVERSE

HOMECOMING

Before departing, the Goddess stood long before the gate staring at the house of memories with a glare. Something was weighing his steps. Clear liquid was inundated in the corner of his eyes which was covered in many wrinkles. Her lips glanced at the proud smile. However, his only child has managed to present the luxurious house to his small family with his own diligence and effort. Lots of memories in it. Sale darling. But even more unfortunate if left empty without occupants. The house may be the headquarters of homeless ghosts who usually like to occupy empty houses.

Fathia also looked teary. Lunglai's body. It must be because his longing for his ashes is blowing. Missing someone who is gone is hard. The girl stared at her memory house while leaning on Hani's body that occasionally stroked her back gently to calm her down. Since yesterday the two look very close, familiar like an actual sister.

I don't know why so many good people were called God first. The usually ignorant Faiz was swept away by the aura of emptiness and heartache emanating from the people around him. His heart was also sliced to see Fathia and the usually cheerful Goddess eyes now revealed her aura of sadness in silence. You can imagine how hard it is to start a new chapter in life when you realize someone you love so much will never be on your side again. Om Ardi lives in the form of memories that fill the head. He won't be able to come back. While the story of their lives left on earth must go on, forever must take on the role of longing lovers. This is where Faiz realized that his life had been too perfect. Have a complete parent whose life is harmonious and adequate treasure. What you want is always achieved with a little struggle. He thinks everyone is just as lucky as he is. Reality doesn't. He should be more grateful because God is very good to him.

“Come in!” Eyang Dewi gave the order while walking into the SUV that was driven by Bunari.

All obeyed without a sound.

Faiz continued to sleep on the way. Appreciable. Last night he was considered a fan of the universe war until dawn. Just two hours after finishing morning prayers, Eyang had woken up and took him home that morning.

Faiz almost never came home by land like this. Dad always picks her up by helicopter. I once took Ardi's car to Sukabumi. The journey feels long because om Ardi prefers to take an alternative road through a quiet village road at the foot of Mount Salak to avoid traffic while enjoying the typical atmosphere of the countryside. Unexpectedly, his life ended on that path.

It has been a habit of Faiz since childhood always sleepy every time you have to travel far by car. The sound and vibration of the machine is like a baby swing that froths it to easily close the eyes. If allowed to drive, there may be a challenge that forces his eyes will not be this heavy. Unfortunately the driver's license still has to wait old enough first.

“Bos, wake! Already home.”

“Whose house?” Faiz blinked his eyes

“Your house.”

“My house?”

It took him a few seconds to wake up and understand that Faiz had arrived at his house. Eyang and Fathia had gone down to chat with the mother on the porch of the house. Mr. Bunari smiled at him.

“Kok delivered to home, Sir?”

“Eyang wants to meet mom first he said.”

Argh. Why can sleep so well. Faiz hastily descended. Mr. Bunari helped her get her bag out of the trunk. Doni also took his bag down and insisted on bringing his backpack into the house.

Mother's smile has broadened to welcome her. Mother always looks beautiful even though she has entered the head of four. Mother is still attentive to her children. As now, despite being talking with eyes, the tail of the mother's eyes can not be separated looking at her son who is still pillow-faced. So shy.

Her sleep is too good. Faiz did not even realize that Hani was no longer with them. Hani was taken to his home first.

“You're coming home too, Brother?” mother asked when Faiz kissed her hand. Every time you meet your mother does not forget to hug her and kiss her crown while saying a prayer.

“Iya.”

“Isn't a nature picnic more fun?”

“Udah many fans who nyariin, Bun.” kilah him while smiling rancidly.

Mother pursed her lips. “Ah, you." She immediately pushed her body away. Looks like mom is running out of words to advise her son.

Faiz nodded. Her name is mother instinct is very strong. I knew exactly what her son needed. Faiz walked up the stairs to his room on the 2nd floor. After looking down and greeting his mother, Doni followed him while carrying 2 backpacks. One is on the right back. Another one is in the left hand.

The door immediately opened just after he attached his fingerprints. Doni looks amazed by his room security system that emphasizes privacy. Faiz cleaned his own room during his stay, so no one had access to the room other than himself and mother.

“Your room is large and complete, Boss. Kayak luxury studio type apartment abis.” Doni dropped his butt on the soft brown sofa after putting his backpacks on the carpet. He smiled, full of admiration.

“Hm.”

Doni looked at the entire corner of the room with his tail. On the right side of the room there is a quen type bed with a minimalist model. In the other corner there is a kind of workspace with a teak desk on which there is a computer with a large LCD screen complete with multimedia equipment. The chair looks comfortable, luxurious and ergonomic like the work chair of a renowned company director. Next to the table is a window

it is big facing the park. The interior of his room is a simple modern themed homey.

“That's where you stream and play games huh?”

“Hm.”

“Great nyaman. Really laid out professionally considering various aspects. Pantes you don't like team contracts. Turns out your room is more comfortable than the facilities in the game house.”

“Not really. Game house is indeed rented and designed with a special layout of e-sport team needs, the comfort is different. I'm releasing the contract not for quarantine obligations. My father had already set some points in the contract about when I should enter the game house. He wants me to be given school time and activities with family.”

Who doesn't envy Faiz's life? Ganteng. Rich, really. Pinter and the game again. What the hell is the shortage? Why is God so good to her?

“Your privacy room is number one, boss. Very comfortable. If I were you, I would choose to be a player without a club. Be free."

Faiz gave his thumb.

"I was curious to see the means and activities in the game house. When will I play the game house dong, Bos.”

“Ngakow. No one is allowed to enter the game house."

"Can't the boss?"

"It's not possible, but I don't think it's important. If you want to see you will just see in the VLOG channel the pro players of the club concerned. There must be aja ever make room tour content in the game house or house of gaming."

Doni nods. Indeed, there are already some professional gamers who have VLOG accounts and have created content that shows activities and facilities in the quarantine of professional e-sport players. Everyone just watch. The origin of the data quota is there, all the curiosity of people is answered through videos uploaded by others.

"I'm gonna take a shower first." Faiz took a change of clothes from inside his backpack. This morning he had not had a shower. Wake up, have breakfast bread and milk and go home. It feels happy to imagine being able to soak in a bathtub with warm water and fresh fragrances are very much missed. This is a simple example of mild longing because the one missed is too easy to achieve. It certainly does not feel as heavy as longing for people who are already impossible to find. Oh. om Ardi's. Faiz misses you too. Missed smile. Missed goodness. Missing all the things about you.

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