Emotion Taster

Arc 2.5 Concern: Chapter 6 - Staying Disgusting

By the time the movie ended and the people were on their way out, I had already forgotten about the full existence of Septian and Fany.

"..."

Septian is not like that.

I was sitting on the bench more back and the position is still not moving. It was at that moment that I also felt a surge of emotion from Septian. An actual worry the way he looked at me was more painful than his emotional wave.

However, the situation turned out to have gone a long way from what I knew. Amalia was found out by then. He could not maintain his strength while enjoying the film in front of him. After all, the emotions he used were indeed limited, sooner or later he would be seen by the couple.

Me, Amalia, Septian, and Fany, all four of us came out of the cinema together and got together.

They themselves talked to me that what I did today didn't really make them angry. The actual date can still be done with a double pair or in a pre-prepared group. After what they've put on me and Amalia, the thing about this they can tolerate.

My head is not too focused on the explanation, in the mind is still stuck an event of a wave of acidic emotions that I feel from the couple Kak Dina.

But, respond professionally in the events I've set. In the end I finished everything and apologized officially.

In conclusion all this time, their emotional waves had not changed suddenly, unlike what I had thought where I might be the mastermind of the oddity. They were purely in love, at least I can't find a refutation of the theory right now.

Amalia and I also say goodbye to them, with this also I told Amalia to retreat after them both.

Of course we didn't forget Imarine, after which he also contacted me for certainty. I'm honestly a little guilty of leaving him alone today.

Our conversation began for a moment, before the three of us were completely disbanded, I wanted to know the cause of Amalia losing control of her power for sure.

Amalia herself explained in accordance with my guess. His ability about turning emotions into new powers will be in line with the emotions he is experiencing now. If he did not feel enough shame, then that power would slowly weaken and disappear. It also got a catalysis. Emotions of tension, adrenaline, and feelings of happiness when watching a movie overflowed out until the emotions of shame he was using was drowned.

Amalia explained it a little nervously. With his slightly childish behavior plus the ability to taster emotions, of course I can realize it.

When I asked about the reason, she instead innocently showed me the note.

You're not gonna hold my chest, are you?

With that sentence, my brain seemed to be aghast, understood and understood the meaning of all his attitudes.

"Heh, it turns out that you heard my chat at that time," I said casually while using an evasive tone. "Why are you just talking about it now? Why don't you spray me on the phone with a message?"

"Uaaa .. disgusting," booed Imarine beside who of course was listening. "It turns out that the cool and the good Kaivan is really disgusting."

Ck ... somehow I'm getting used to the taunts. The real thing is I don't want to get used to it. Besides reminding him to continue to be troublesome, over time he will also get bored.

"Where is my fault?" I asked Imarine.

"The intention of***** just got the girl wrong, Van. Why do I ask."

"I told you it was a joke, and again from the direction of the chat, you said that disgust to my talk just now, not the one squeezing the chest on the phone."

"Both remain disgusting, Van. Moreover, I do not like the way you are as if you are not wrong. You say you hate lies? But, why do you also still like to lie for stupid jokes."

"That's not entirely a joke, it's indeed an emergency way that I might be able to use. Only this time the situation was unconscious that's why I called it joking."

"That doesn't make it any better!? Would you like to feel your k*ntol or p*nis as emergency time material?"

"Woi! Wait, Ima. Teenage girls' mouths can't get dirty."

"Whatever ...! I don't want to hear that talk from someone who casually says squeezing chest and ***** in front of the girl."

"Huh!? Yes— I may have said chest squeezing, but when did I say *****!?"

"When the two of us talk cat."

"Yes if it's not equated to squeezing the chest—"

*Whoush ....

Emotional waves.

Buk.

"Hh!? Hh!? Hh!?" amalia's breath on the side still seemed chaotic when she wanted to hit me.

From the timing, Amalia tried to stop my argument with Imarine. He was on small tiptoes while lightly swinging the notes as if waving a flag of a truce.

"..."

But, the difference he was at that time, the light note in his hand had been filled in. He urged us as the conversation continued to go both ways regardless of the small communication on his silent note.

Okay, sorry, it's all my fault. Hence, stop saying squeeze the chest now!!

She wrote what seemed to be a little angry.

Okay, that might be overkill. Although we didn't really fight using veins, the chatter almost led to another negative emotion.

"..."

However, even so ..., why was it just me that he hit? Didn't Ima also have a load of errors here— Okay, well, I won't discuss it. It turned out that I was also still a kid to not be able to control emotions completely.

The situation with it is cooling. I'm still not selfish enough to escape the situation and miss a chance to make up. It would be ridiculous if we fought over the excessive use of the word vital tool.

When we really wanted to get ready to go home, Imarine asked, "Ivan, where is Amalia going? You see him?"

"Hmm?"

The girl asked with a puzzled face with a wave of slightly sour emotions. A feeling where he was indeed quite worried.

"..."

But, actually Amalia was right next to him. This phenomenon happened just like when he used his strength.

Heh, it turns out I don't really need to do it. With the vitals alone was enough to provoke the emotions of Amalia's shame back out. After all, Amalia was slightly different from the tomboyish Imarine.

But, alright, as much as possible I don't want to use that power anymore. After experiencing this, it turned out that the requirements were more troublesome than I had expected.

****

The sun began to slip to the western horizon, with the color of the sky yellowing, this already indicates that time has touched the afternoon.

Sister Dina is a student. Unlike me who still has a constant study time, he often disappears even on holidays because of his busyness. My presence when I go home on holidays is not welcomed by people it makes a lonely feeling.

“...”

No, this time it was different. If I had indeed gotten used to living alone in a solitary house, this feeling would not have passed this day by chance. Of all things, of course what is different is my meeting with my beloved sister Dina.

Huft .. hah ....

It will all end in solitude, sooner or later. If I don't part today, one day will happen too. Either he worked a job wandering around, whether he had a life companion and went with him, or perhaps the worst was death.

Of all the people present in this world, sister Dina was the one who accompanied me the longest. Even when compared to parents who are busy working now, my brother is certainly much closer.

Since childhood, we have always been both. I remember a little story back then, where I was a beginner in taking care of the house. I remember, the clothes that we first cleaned using the washing machine was not clean rinsed until it seemed itchy when used. I didn't realize it at the time, but sister Dina certainly knew. He gave me advice and instructions several times on how to do it right. But, with that failure, he still expressed praise for my initiative back then.

I remember a little story back then, where I was left alone by the three of them almost all night until no one fed me. That day was the first time I used the kitchen. Previously I had always seen and helped Brother Dina as an assistant, so to rise to the lead in the kitchen was not too confusing. But, my skills are certainly far from good. Hand gestures that are futile, nervousness, to the skill of arranging space, a small skill that can only be trained with practice certainly cannot be mastered. Although I could eat with potluck cuisine, but the kitchen was very chaotic, then again I was scolded by Brother Dina.

If I keep remembering those times, Dina's kindness is not exhausted for me to realize. To me, she was both an older sister and a mother at the same time, the real mother in this house spoke very little, it confused me about the true meaning of my existence. Is he happy? Does he consider me a burden?

Time continued, the passing incident appeared continuously when I was taking care of the house now. The daydream that goes soaring and drifting sometimes makes me sick when I imagine that Dina's sister is leaving. In fact, today he only has a lover, has not really gone completely. But the fear haunts me first.

After finishing small cleaning, I also began to take care of stomach affairs. It doesn't feel right if I don't make more rations, so that's the rest I make for whoever comes.

I stayed at the dinner table, daydreaming back after actually finishing the meal there. When the sky began to darken and lost its orange light, only then did I hear a ripple on the porch of the house, indicating the presence of people who might be entering.

Mother did not come home at that time, and foreigners tend to say greetings even before entering the terrace area. So, it can be ascertained that it is sister Dina, I can also understand the type of noise she made, the rhythm of opening her shoes is very typical in my ears.

*sex