BLUE METAVERSE

PRESENTS

Blue stepped into his room. Imagining being in a shabby room earlier made him grateful to have his own room in this house with a clean private bathroom, complete with a warm shower and organic soap with a fragrant mixture of rose and sandalwood scents that are formulated themselves using natural ingredients. Really am. If we are grateful that life feels so beautiful. During his lifetime, he never felt any shortage. Although living from a baby without biological parents, but he has facilities that are more luxurious than orphans anywhere.

Unimaginable if Lily and Satya are not willing to accommodate it, maybe his life ended in one of the orphanages he used to visit alternately at the beginning of each month. Those who live there have to share a room with many other disadvantaged children and live within limitations because sometimes donations obtained from philanthropists are not enough to meet the needs of all residents of the home.

Blue develops a smile while inhaling the scent of soap that fills a small bathroom measuring 2 x 2 meters.

“Aalhamdulillah's. Thank you, Lord. You gave Lily and Satya sister who were willing to accept me as a sister in need of protection, guidance and love. I should have learned from the two who sincerely accepted me without caring that they too had been hurt by my biological mother. I had to try to erase my disappointment at the meeting. Must. Mama's presence is not a burden if he does not think of it as a burden.” Blue began to dialogue with himself to get rid of all the bad thoughts that disturbed him.

Enough Lily and Satya who became his role models. It was the two who gave him a comfortable life all along. It was not my mother who left him. Nor is his eldest brother Bram who does not care about his whereabouts. And certainly not Bas who always said rudely and looked at him with a gaze that contained hatred and underestimation.

Don't complain about your fate, Bi. Be thankful that God gives more grace.

The gurgling warm running water soaks the body and the fragrant organic soap that spoils the nose helps it feel calmer. Blue knows what she feels today is disappointed, but if she continues to question God why she had to be born from the womb of the woman it will give birth to a deeper disappointment. Right now he just wants to think about things that can make him happy, not think about things that make him disappointed.

Coming out of the bathroom and changing into a nightgown in the walking closet she owned, Blue was surprised by the presence of Faiz and Faiza who were watching TV in her bed.

The two nephews looked at him with a rancid smile as if to intentionally give him a surprise.

“Kok can enter?” Blue wiggling. He did not forget to close the door to his room. No one should be able to enter his room. No exception to those two rancid rats. Both had no access except by knocking on the door and his permission. Such is the SOP security system that maintains the privacy of room owners.

Faiz was standing by the door with a cool look and his hands folded over his chest. His chin is slightly raised. Hid. His haughty style is a bitch. While Faiza grinned the horse.

“Kak Faiz can hack the entire security system of this house, also the house of Pakde Bas,” Faiza explained with a proud smile. While the one who is proud to fold one eye.

“Don't Aunt's room, mother's father's room and workspace also we can enter. Aren't you, sis?”

Again Faiz replied with a blink of an eye and a haughty smile.

“It's night.”

“Iya, it's already night. Iza just can't wait to see the special metaverse for Bibi.”'s birthday gift

“Briday gift?”

“Iya. Think of it like that.”

Blue scratching head. It's not her birthday at all. His birthday is 6 months away. Blue does not want to rush to the age of eighteen. If he can stop time, he does not want to rush to meet tomorrow or the day after tomorrow. Not because of anything, but because at that age he was considered an adult and could manage his own legacy. He felt it meant at that age he was forced to be independent and responsible for himself. Though Blue is still not able to, he already feels too comfortable with his condition now, under the protection of his sister's family.

“Kak Faiz wants to give his gift early,” Faiza explained again. This time the little girl showed off her adorable long smile.

Smiling is contagious. Blue unconsciously smiled even though he was not interested in the gift his nephew would give.

Hm. Apparently the blue eye was using his sister as a spokesperson. Why isn't he the only one talking? Very habitual indeed. Everywhere it's nice to use someone else's mouth to talk.

As usual, the blue eyes were still smiling haughtily. Sucks.

“What gift anyway?”

Faiza moved agilely to pick up the box that had apparently been placed on the nightstand. A glass box with a wooden frame painted in sky blue. The contents look like a helmet or rather like earflap hat or baby skull, which is a baby hat with cat-like ears that cover the entire head of the baby. It was made from a fluffy velboa material, usually used to make dolls.

What the hell. Disturbing nights just to give a gift of a cat-cat mask. Feel harassed. It's a little blue kid. Blue scowled annoyed.

“Tara... here's the gift.” Faiza thrust the box right in front of Blue. Although Blue was not at all enthusiastic about the gift, but seeing Faiza's smile and enthusiasm made her have to show the same smile and enthusiasm. Unbearable.

“Thanks yes.”

“Sama-sama. Later if I'm birthday, brother Faiz promises to be made this tool with a cute keropi character.” Faiza patted on the helmet softly which did not seem to be as tender as her appearance. The outside looks like a puppet. It's probably an iron plate inside. His voice sounded flattering as he was patted.

Blue nodded. Just follow what he wants.

Now we can too. Auntie's not in need of funny toys.

Blue glanced at Faiz who was still at home standing by the door with his arms crossed. “Why not tomorrow just give the gift? Poor Iza already sleepy.” protest.

“Sstt, said this brother secret project. Daddy can't know.” Faiza placed her index finger in front of her pursed lips. Heads shake.

Hid. Pinter is so cheated on a little boy. Again the blue eye smiled proudly for successfully using his sister as a spokesperson. Faiza also looks proud because she feels successful in carrying out a mission. What is the importance of that mission. Blue did not understand the thoughts of his two nephews. What kind of game is this. Not attractive. Not funny either.

Faiza took the box out of Blue's hand. Her small hand skillfully opened the glass box and took out the strange helmet shaped cat character. For a young Faizq it may be interesting because of its shape similar to the head of a cute Bengal cat. But for Blue, that kind of thing is not interesting at all.

It turns out there's a long cable in that helmet. I don't know what it does. What is clear in the animal world is that there is never a tail that is fused with the head.

“How to use it like this.”

Faiza began demonstrating how to wear it with confidence like a professional online tutor. He pressed the button on the helmet, which was shaped like a cat's ear. After that pull the cable and put the helmet on Blue's head. Blue can't do anything. Can't bear to be angry at a child who seems enthusiastic about his new toy.

“Kak, please connect to TV dong.”

Faiz moved to retrieve the cable that Faiza had proffered. He quickly plugged the cable with the end of a connector that at first glance looks like an HDMI connector into one of the smart TV connectors that had been showing Faiza's favorite cartoon film.

The TV screen changed to show happy birthday videos from the family of Lily and Satya with all her unique behavior. Blue smile. The taste of kangennya on the feet of Lily, Asep kang, Amar, Azka and Alisa a little treated to see their actions in the video. Good Faiz turned out to make a video that was enough to warm his heart. Faiza is seen smiling satisfied watching her act dance in rhythm with the happy birthday song piece sung by her small family.

The duration of the video seems to be long, but Faiz decided to finish the show just there. He pulled the connector out. Though Blue has begun to be curious about the video whose duration matches the duration of the biocop film.

“Later, then watch it just before bed, Bi.”

“Why?”

“Because the next video is a special metaverse gift for Aunty. Privat.” replied Faiza sure.

The blue who was upset couldn't do anything because Faiza kissed him on the cheek. “I love Aunt. Muach...” he said before a carefree tiptoe left the Blue room.

Faiz did not rush out of the room following his sister. He left the door of the Blue room open.

Blue glanced at her with one eye. His hands were shaking towards the wide open door. He meant to drive Faiz out of his room but the evicted ones were completely unresponsive. Still standing where he stood.

“Thank you for helping out at my resto. Tomorrow Auntie doesn't have to work at the resto anymore. Hazard.” Faiz's voice sounded cold and full of pressure. It was an order or arguably unilateral dismissal. Authoritarian once he.

“Why can't you? Aunt want to learn to make money, Iz.” Blue stared back at Faiz with defiant eyes.

“Abibi learned to cook so as to be the wife of sholehah.”

Hid. What answer is that. How harassing. It is only the sholeh woman who is good at cooking. Blue hates to hear it. He wanted to report directly to feminist activists so that his nephew's mouth was silenced. Dilakban all of you to talk.

“Aibi wants to be able to make money also like your bundle.”

“Aibi is not Mommy.”

“Yes, but Bibi can learn to be like your mother. Aunty certainly can if given a chance to learn,” challenge Blue with a slightly higher tone.

“Neventless. Aunt being a good housewife is like aunt Lily.”

“You have no right to set Aunty, Iz. Tomorrow we discuss with your father."

“I love Aunt. I don't want Auntie to do anything. Bibi had replaced the position I was kidnapped by the mafia group of his enemies Pakde Bas.” Faiz said flat but deep.

Deg. Blue is almost gone. This blue eye has a sixth sense, right? Did he learn psychic arts? Why does he know? So ... He already knew that he was the target of the kidnapping. It means he should also know who kidnapped him. Why do you just calm down to face your mom?