Emotion Taster
Arc 1 Organic Trash: Chapter 5 - You Are Mens
My bedroom is on the second floor, and right under it is a kitchen. Hot air columns that emerge from the cuisine will pass into the second-floor hallway due to the shape of the building made so. If the door of my room is not closed, I can clearly smell the aroma of the cooking of this house.
“...”
I don't know what the builder meant by not covering the entire kitchen ceiling and leaving it hollowed out to the second floor. But, I used it as one of the morning alarms.
Hmn .. sop, yeah.
There is a slight aroma of tomatoes and carrots. But, there is no smell of oil, nor onions. Maybe there are no fritters today.
After a few minutes of waking up and closing my eyes, I finally got up completely from sleep. From the type of sound that appeared, I knew that the food there was ready.
I went downstairs, came to the dining room between the kitchen and the living room. There I saw a bowl full of soup, complete with rice and a spoon.
“Van ... already awake?” said my brother from the kitchen who was aware of the sound of the stairs as I stepped. “Eat only the ones on the table, it's yours.”
I was hungry, so of course I gladly accepted his offer.
I quickly finished the soup. It was savory with a slightly sour taste, the carrots were crunchy, and the tomatoes gave me a sweet taste that did not make my mouth sticky. I like the combination of food, everything is balanced and complementary. Unlike the snack that is only sharp in one taste.
Breakfast this time was quite delicious, even I spent the whole sauce to be used as a thirst quench at the end.
“...”
But, my brother hadn't come to the dinner table since. Am I eating all this too soon?
“Oh ... You're done eating, Van.”
Coincidentally in line with my thoughts, the girl came over while bringing the other dishes to the table.
“What did you say to sister? ‘kan already created.”
“What,” I say quickly and flatly.
My brother's expression and movement momentarily stopped. His emotions are a little unique with a little bit of annoyance but also happy.
“Heh, not stupid ... he means—”
“Iya, yes .. delicious sister cuisine. It's delicious to make my nose and tongue unique in the sea of flavors.”
I don't want to go through stupid talk for too long. So, I'll just take it all out. The praise he had from the beginning lured out of my mouth.
“Ehehehe .. Brother didn't ask for his side anyway," said my brother with other happy emotions. "But thank goodness it's good. The vegetable you ate just now was already withered and gave off a strange smell.”
“He!?" reflexes shocked to hear these words. "Wait, brother, let me crash for rotten food!?”
“Ahaha .. just relax. If you say good, yes it is healthy only means.”
“...”
Roughly speaking, it could be safe. Most bacteria will also die during the heating process. But, like gambling, there is a possibility of disease that does not die when cooked appears in the food.
“You also lack work at home, so it's okay ‘kan me pinjem your stomach. So ... food tasters.”
“If I die how?”
“Purified.”
“Good, and brother be the killer.”
“Not to be paranoid. Your stomach is strong, really. The proof until now you are still alive.”
“What does that mean until now, brother? Is it brother already from when love rotten food?”
“Kakak also forgot ... from when well, Van?”
Don't ask me. Where can I answer. And what is it? Has he done it for so long that he can forget the date? I hope I don't save up the disease in my body right now.
The conversation finally broke off. I did not retaliate, and Dina's busy brother's hand was also the cause. The girl prepared two portions of food, one for her and another for her mother. I, who was done, got up from the dinner table to go get ready for school.
Sister Dina's mother was a factory worker. Today he got a night shift. This morning, he was not at the dinner table. Meanwhile, Dina's father was a worker in a company far from home. The person usually goes home once every two weeks on the weekend.
Almost most of this house is controlled by me and Brother Dina. This condition makes Kak Dina take over household duties. Cooking, washing, and cleaning the house sometimes gives a heavy burden, at that time I have a position as a household assistant.
After being ready with a uniform and the smell of bath soap, I went back to the dining table. There is Dina's sister, she is focusing on the mirror while making her face.
“...”
Actually I'm a little upset to see this. The time he spent looking in the mirror was quite long. Even I once left him to get ready from washing his face to wearing shoes, and all my activities were still outdone by the time he reflected.
“Make a long time ngaca, his face will also not change.” I said as I passed beside him.
*Whosh ....
Emotional waves.
Spicy and bitter taste. He was offended by what I said, symbolized by feeling annoyed while cursing me inwardly.
“Ivan, those are forbidden words. Don't ever tell that to another girl. What you do not sprain if someone says to you .. ‘make what use hair oil, your face also remains ugly’”.
“Hmn .. so I can still say it's like to big brother? And again, I also do not use hair oil.”
My hair is thick enough to be set up easily. Wearing hair oil will only add weight to the head and make it sticky.
“Lagian .. make up yourself is different like hair oil," I said continuing the sentence just now. "Sister wear make up for malsuin face real sister ‘kan. Plus use an HP app. Too many lies, and I call them all scams.”
“Hah ...," my brother's long breath in a tinge of exhaustion. "Ivan, can you come here for a while.”
I've taken my shoes to the back porch, one more step and I should have left.
“Make what?” I held back the intention of leaving.
“Kakak want to hit you once.”
“...”
The girl put her pocket mirror on the table. He stood behind while waiting for me to turn to him.
I walked closer towards Brother Dina. After cutting the distance between us, the girl began to raise her hand.
Buk.
Heh.
Kak Dina's punch was aimed at my right shoulder. My reflexes worked to hold and throw the fist away by hand. As a result, Dina failed to hit me.
I was willing to be hit, but didn't say that I would be silent not against—
Bugs.
Ghuaks!
“Heh.” Deham the girl arrogantly. “Gum of fools who believe the word of the enemy.”
The next box came. Sister Dina hit me on the stomach with her right hand. The pain I was given made me curl up while holding my stomach.
It's true, I shouldn't have lowered the defense after the first attack. After all, from the nature of the person, where might he stop hitting if the punch does not work.
Why ... why do women around me like to be rude. For some reason, I've been beaten up by some girls. I didn't really make trouble.
***
Crings ... crings ....
The break bell rings. Hearing the sign, I immediately went out and headed to the promised place. Today is where I will investigate the background of the bully victim girl named Imarine.
“Woi, Ivan. Where are you going? Hurry up,” call Farrel in the back right after I get out of the classroom.
“Sorry, Rail. If you want to chat not now,” I said while continuing the road.
“Ah, Woi ..!” shouted Farrel who spread his voice to a larger radius. “You're taking on the task of helping people again, Van!?”
I didn't answer. Because it was useless, so I ignored the question.
Continue my journey to the library's front garden. Amalia and I promised to meet in the hallway. A flashy place, close to the Imarine area appeared, and few people passed by.
When Amalia arrived, she arrived first. He stood waiting in front of the hall door. The first place I met him, even though this time the room was locked.
*Whoush ....
As I walked, I felt a wave of emotion. For the umpteenth time .. a strong wave came from Amalia.
My steps came to a halt, at a distance of ten meters I had already paused my intention to get close.
“...!?”
Ck.
But, Amalia saw me. He who was aware of my existence in that radius also began to take the initiative to approach. It only took a few steps for us to face off.
Ivan ... Imarine was already there. So, what are we going to do now?
Write Amalia in the note she showed me.
“...”
The emotional waves are getting stronger. I can feel it in my head very clearly. It was very disturbing and made me unable to focus. So ....
“Not anything, just let's take Imarine. This task is postponed for next week. Now you just go back to class,” I said as I turned away from Amalia.
Srek.
However, Amalia first held onto my arm. He held back with a small grip that I could actually throw if I wanted to.
Wait ... Why is it postponed?
“If you want to continue, just go alone, or I go alone.”
Meaning how? You don't want to go together?
“Iya .. go together with you it is very painful.”
Amalia began to squint her eyes. I could feel his emotions turning unstable, his mind was already out of order because of that.
I took a deep breath. If I could .. actually this sentence I want to avoid.
“Amalia,” I said as I began to turn back to face the girl. “You again mens, ‘kan?”
The girl blinked twice, opening her mouth slightly while making a puzzled expression.
“...”
But .., a few seconds later there was an emotion of embarrassment. The confusion he made left him a little wild. His mouth opened as if he wanted to scream, but the only thing that came out was an irregular breath.
Bugs.
Until he finally used the note to hit me on the head.
Heh.
Of course I can hold the book in time. This ability of mine can give me intuition and reflexes on the first attack. Detecting emotional changes at the beginning of a person's anger.
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