Emotion Taster
Arc 1 Organic Trash: Chapter 4 - Wait for a Cold Head
After school, Amalia and I did not approach the girl or the bully. For a while I asked him to step away and think carefully before acting. Talking to angry people will not solve anything.
This time I was on my way home, from the cafeteria area to the school gate. Because of the atmosphere, it made me unable to leave Amalia alone.
“...”
Amalia's way next to me, she looks moody after the incident. What happens in the bathroom is not surprising. But, that didn't apply to Amalia, I still felt a feeling of uneasiness and worry. Was he offended when the bully slapped his hand and refused his help?
Hmn ... talk about it ....
“Amalia .. When you were at WC, what did you write to that girl? It could be a clue as to why he's angry.”
“...”
Amalia nodded once. He took a note and opened a few pages back, looking for the writing he had previously used back then.
I received the book, and it was written in short simple sentences.
You all right? Are you hurt?
Hmn ...
“This is the first post you pointed to that person?”
Amalia nodded back in confirming.
From here I don't understand what's wrong. There are no words that provoke anger, but I am sure that his emotions began to explode after seeing the first note.
I opened the next page, the writing he showed after getting a slap and snapped from the girl.
I just want to help you, okay.
Hn?
Well, the next note also doesn't tell me why the victim was so upset reading this. But ....
Whatisthis? The two notes that Amalia made were just opening words that were not even meaningful. I can make it like this too. Where is the word mutiara? Knowing the fact that he was the one in charge of accumulating positive emotions, I guess he was a great person who could treat the wounds of many people.
I returned the notebook.
“Previous ... how do you cuddle where others are? How do you treat people's heart wounds like the girl being bullied? This shouldn't be the first time for you.”
Before I just helped a little, like a person vent while supporting him a little.
He's? Wait, that means.
“You never go down directly for someone else's problem?”
You could say that.
Amalia pointed out the note with a hint of hesitation. There was discomfort, like itching on the tongue, I think he was embarrassed to admit his incompetence.
If he was indeed inexperienced in dealing with problems, why was he chosen to carry out this mission?
"..."
But I also still don't know what happened to him. About Amalia who got into this business because of no luck or because of being elected by Pero.
Huh ....
“OK, about the girl who was bullied, we'll talk to her tomorrow. If his head was cold, he wouldn't be angry either. You know what class she is in?”
I know, she's Imarine from 2G. Rest time he bought a meal in the cafeteria and continued eating in the garden next to the library. I met him there.
Hmn ...
The library and the surrounding area were quite quiet of students, but the khsus condition made it slightly different. The location is close to the teacher room, BP room, and some exkul room, making people such as teachers, guests, and students have degrees in the organization wandering there.
Amalia opened a new sheet, she wrote an extra note for me.
As you know, today imarine does not go straight home. He stayed in several places and made her meet the same person who bullied her. I don't understand why he didn't come home so he could get away from them.
It's not. You don't know the system and the background of them. From the outside it might look stupid, but there was no way he would just obey. The girl named Imarine was already in the circle. Something that makes it move like a robot and has no free choice. In other words, it was likely that the bully had grasped the weakness of Imarine.
It's gonna be a little hard.
After walking for a while, we finally got out of the school environment. Amalia and I had different directions to go home, so we parted quickly in front of the school gate.
*Whoush ....
Hn!?
I stopped stepping, as fast as lightning also moved my neck in various directions. There was a wave of emotion speeding up. That feeling I felt came and went in an instant, making me a little surprised.
“...”
Gone off? Hmn .. Maybe just my feelings.
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Today was quite exhausting, the events that happened to me made many waves of emotions I felt. Not physically tired, it's like my head feels limp from the inside. The ability of my emotional readers does not put a burden on the body directly, therefore this feeling of fatigue is a little mysterious.
I got to the second-story house that was in the housing. The place is the front and back yard which both have direct highway access. Both pages have enough space to put a car, you could say the house has two parking lots on both sides.
I went in from behind, opened the door with the key I was carrying.
Oh, no. This is the end, we will die ...!
Don’t give up! There must be a way!
“...”
The sound of television was heard, lit up and was airing a passionate action movie. The one who was watching it was my sister. He sat on the sofa and focused on looking at the scene so as not to turn his head at me one bit.
Whither? Don’t you see? They use cunning tricks, we have been trapped.
“Whoa ...”
I feel the excitement and adrenaline of enjoying the movie. The taste of her emotions was similar to happiness, savory and made my chest full.
“...”
I tried to see the film, but I didn't feel anything. This ability makes it hard for me to feel the feelings that really come from me. It's not very disturbing, but one of the shortcomings made me unable to enjoy the film alone.
Behind the couch, I stood watching. The film had a strong main cast with an always positive personality. If there were people like this in the real world, they would look radiant but also quite disturbing.
The main cast is not smart enough to solve the problem. He used his supernatural powers to defeat the enemy.
Hahaha .. look, we can doi t, right? Believe in your own strength.
I don't really like characters like that. From earlier the main character always moves without hesitation through everything, even though he was trapped. But, the storyline with magic and luck made it safe.
Tricks just for a weak people. No matter how cheating my enemy is, the king still win.
“...”
No, I disagree. Even if that sounds cool, I still disagree with you. You win just because the filmmaker is on your side. The luck of timing your friends who come to help looks very planned.
My brother's emotional waves are delicious. Although her face was not very expressive, I knew that she really enjoyed the movie.
Huh ....
However, my fatigue is bigger now. I prefer to feel the calmness in the bedroom.
“Oh, Van,” call my brother before I leave the room. “Mother buyin tuh.”
I glanced at the table in front of him, there was a sponge cake cardboard. When viewed from the combination of colors, the taste of chocolate is the main dominance of the food.
“So I don't know if I don't like sweet foods, ‘kan?”
“Iya, know .. hence sister eat also your part.”
“Ha!?”
I took a quick step, approached the girl and stood behind the sofa while peering forward to see her face.
“...”
On my brother's lap was the same cardboard sponge cake that was lying on the table. It turned out that he was silent and did not greet me not only because of the film, but also because he was chewing food. The pleasure and happiness is not just from the movie, it's because he was eating chocolate.
“Woi, why are you eating my rations!?” I snapped while taking the cardboard cake from him.
“Ahaha .. you ‘kan do not like the sweet-sweet.”
“Then do not buy cake ... why not change the food from the beginning?”
“Liar fair. I was given a cake but you are only fried, ‘kan pity,” replied my Brother with a smile.
“...”
He's known that I hate sweet foods for a long time. Taking advantage of that fact, he tried to get more portions taking my share.
“You till when you hold it, Van? Backin donk, disturb brother eat only,” he said which was addressed to the cake earlier.
This is my part, you have no right to use the word ‘return’ there.
“Hagh ...,” ended me violently due to tired and upset. “Denger, Brother. I mending mendsa eat cake than love food to sister.”
Because a sticky tongue is better than a hungry stomach.
“Lah .. Don't be, Van. Anything that is imposed is not good, you know.”
Noisy. You just want to eat my cake, ‘kan. Your intentions are clear even if you try to wrap it up with that sentence.
I opened the cake, there were still two pieces of cake left. The piece is rectangular in shape, the size is not large. And the most annoying part is when you realize that more than half the size of the cardboard has been empty.
“...”
This gluttonous girl who sometimes seems to be the one they call my sister, her name is Dina Favorita. He was a year older, had long black hair with a bright face, and his height was slightly lower than mine.
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