Emotion Taster

Arc 4 New Stage: Chapter 4 - Choosing Silence

I don't understand women's minds. Are all women going to grow up and mature into the direction that sister Dina just looked like?

As time passed, my brother became independent of his parents. He who wants to get away from them also gets it. Living freely with both parents is increasingly lost its existence at home.

A few years passed and he started to get closer to me. Our connection is getting tighter because sister Dina has no choice but to communicate with me at home. In fact, at one point sometimes I was quite upset because he was too close.

But in the last few months he's also been getting away from me. Is this a sign that he is growing up or is it a form of lostness?

All this time I didn't see Dina's sister hanging on to me, every conversation she spoke was not as warm as it used to be. At first I thought it was progress, maybe he had some other warmth out there. His openness to association led him to a relationship more enjoyable than mine at home.

However, a new question arises. Is he really that happy now? The emotional wave is a little awkward. It might not be as bitter and as bad as Imarine's, but the cold fear and the reason for his anger were so unnatural. Then ....

Does the wound on his hand mean nothing?

After we parted with Brother Dina who closed his room, I did not see the trunk of his nose back to sleep. From my room on the second floor, there was no sound of a door squeak indicating the woman came out.

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The next day in the morning I came back to see Sister Dina. It was the hour I used to eat breakfast. Because of his late arrival I first in the kitchen and cook for the rations of both.

Kak Dina is not the type of person who jolly spread a smile, he talks less and jokes in a flat tone like he himself is not interested in the jokes he said. But, he is also not the type of person who is shy, when I invite him to talk positive things always come out of him.

So, even though the difference is thin, I can understand that Brother Dina is not carefree. His facial lines were lifeless, his body language was so warped, and his response was not sharp.

I was now at the dinner table, eating the food I had cooked with my left hand. Sister Dina herself silently stared at the dining table for a moment. Today her response was a little stiff as usual, between the new daze coming out of the room or indeed she was a little awkward. But, I actually don't care about both.

“Why, Brother? Don't want to eat?” tanyaku.

“Iya—kakak, hmn ...”

His behavior came back nervous, he was slightly trembling with something that even I did not understand. His logic faltered indistinctly, his body throbbing as I stared or spoke. Seeing her attitude is enough to make me nervous.

All of this lasted for a few seconds until he finally asked.

“Accept can eat?”

“Huh?”

I answered while raising an eyebrow, the question even made my heart ache when heard. It's as if my brother is going further and further away from something I feel. It's like I'm the only one who still thinks he's a brother.

“Heh, so you think you can't eat?” ask me with a little joke.

“Bu-not that, that is,— Ah ... how is it clear ..?”

Sister Dina was still standing in her place just now, neither approaching nor moving away. His words came out and accompanied with a lot of emotion came out.

I don't like this atmosphere, I enjoy the old way more. The act in which he recklessly walks into the dining table and eats everything available is more calming.

“OK, whatever. But, the important thing is brother sit first now.”

“U-un,” he replied nodding while walking slowly following my words.

All my life, I have never felt such a strong wave of negative emotions from Brother Dina. His sadness, his anger, his fear, or something that leads to another stress.

I am still confused, what emotions can lie, or maybe I am too accustomed to the existence of Dina to be insensitive to her. In fact, from his actions alone I have understood that something is not right.

Brother Dina now sits in front of me. He was in a sprightly position where both hands were placed on top of the thighs, reminding me when he was in a submissive position scolded by the figure of the father in this house.

Huft .. hah ....

I took a deep breath, stood up from my seat and took out a plate that was then filled with rice. If I don't move, I feel that the woman won't move either.

Really, I don't understand what's going on in women's heads these days.

“Ah, wait, Ivan, brother can take it himself,” he said with a reluctant expression lifting both hands equivalent to the chest with a minor movement following the direction of my hand.

“Good, if so take it yourself,” my words that follow the grace of his heart.

“Un.”

To remind you, today I still hang my right hand with a cast that freezes, the broken bone has not healed. That means, I'm still on one hand.

“By the way, this is you cooking yourself, Ivan?” ask Brother Dina after scooping the rice onto her plate.

“I don't have a mouse assistant in my head to help cook. So, yeah. I did cook myself.”

“Your hand is still not healed, ‘right? Why don't you ask for a sister?”

Although a little troublesome, but everything on the dining table is now based on the instant seasoning of easy-to-open sachets. I don't need to do a lot of flirty work, menus like omelet or vegetable stir-fry there aren't enriched with pieces of spices from me. So ....

“I can be alone,” I replied firmly. “Lagian, I think I'm in a good position to make a big sister's room now?”

“Yes, you also feel that way. So, sister also feels like gini when you want to eat your cooking.”

Together with those words, I felt the gaze of Brother Dina. For a moment from that look I saw the woman's eyes, from her angle it can be estimated that she was looking at my left hand or.

I did not feel any excessive pain from the wound. But, it turns out that the scars from the scratches are still left red forming four rows of fingers.

“Sorry, yesterday sister was a bit rude,” said brother Dina low.

“I don't care. My body from the beginning was also a lot of injuries, one added to nothing. So, instead of apologizing, I just want to know the reason you were angry yesterday.”

I'm sure it's not just a privacy issue. The fact that he is open to his personal problems does not support that. I know my own brother, and he doesn't even mind explaining his mens to me if he asks. Of course yesterday had cons with the brother I knew.

“...”

“...”

But, the thing I got was a silent response. The woman did not answer in the slightest and preferred to focus on scooping her food. From his movements, I could tell he was dodging when I was trying to make eye contact.

Actually, there I had the choice to ask back and forcefully answer. But, I didn't because I knew it would ruin my meal time with him. So, in those moments I also chose to be quiet and just enjoy the drama for a while.