Emotion Taster
Arc 3 Sweet Stinged Acid Ant Format: Chapter 1 - News
I walked home, entered from the back door carrying a bag of scrapes. My steps continued through the kitchen, walking inside to reach my room on the second floor.
Reports from the hospital still think that this is a suspect problem. Until now, various parties are still hesitant to report this to the authorities, because they also cannot guarantee that this is a case of murder or biological natural death.
Based on these data, many deaths are in a row in patients with serious diseases such as cancer and AIDS. Doctors who face this suspect there is a mutation of a disease that makes the victim die instantly.
Because of this incident, many hospitals that get their patients experience sudden death. Medical workers even had worried that this mutation could make the serious disease began to spread through other media.
It was the sound of television, it went off loud enough that the news could even be heard clearly by me. It's a little weird in my opinion, because sister Dina isn't the kind of person who wants to listen to the news like an old man.
Likewise with myself, news is something I don't want to hear too much about. Not because they do not convey well, but the content of the news is more nuanced negative. Death, disease, riots, and other criminal cases, it made me look at the world worse or at least build a mentality where I was a little relieved that there were worse people out there.
But, for the deaths due to illness, I still said it was news that needed to be disseminated.
“Ivan, just like it was a long time ago. What are you shopping for there?”
I did not see the figure from the source of the voice, sister Dina there turned out to be in a supine position on the sofa in the middle room. The head does not appear on the side, which is visible only the tip of the foot on the opposite side. I who come from behind will not see.
“Find the AC later, buy it anyway just a little.”
“Padahan here is also not very hot,” said the woman was a little ridiculed. “But you are there buy for sister, no?”
“Nothing,” I replied firmly while ignoring her and climbed onto the second floor of my room. “Partially if you want why not drop it on the road?”
“You should be sensitive, Ivan. Normally if you buy other people's meals are also invited, ‘kan?”
I was already halfway to the second floor, the high position allowed me to see Brother Dina below. There can be ascertained his position, was playing mobile phone even though he was talking to me.
“If you want something to say clearly, why is born to have a mouth if you demand people are always sensitive. At least that's what I think is normal.”
His busy condition alone makes me also lazy to connect too close. People who stare at mobile phones too often indirectly give the impression not to want to be disturbed.
“Ah, Kaivan, wait a minute,” call brother Dina when I step right in the last step of the ladder. “Before you met brother in the mall accidentally, ‘kan? But, that's where you can't follow like that.”
“What is it because brother wants to be alone and enjoy intimacy.”
“Whispering,” said sister Dina with cynicism. “Kakak just don't like it.”
“...”
A little rejection, something that words are not good is because of the bias of the intent of sister Dina. Does he not like my actions, or does he not like my existence? The feeling of worry turned into sadness.
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Day after day goes by, back to a boring day. For some time I asked Amalia to see Septian and Fany's partner, but nothing seemed strange.
I was forbidden to approach Dina's sister for privacy reasons, something I could do was still in the stage of finding another client to treat the wound in her heart.
Some time there may be a daily I with Imarine at rest, there is a daily time I and Amalia after school practicing using magic, and there is also a daily I with Septian who again chat with the topic of a new partner.
The development in school is slow, the development of Pero the crow is also not always helpful. What Amalia is pursuing does not produce interesting results, and I am here also still stagnant because I can not see the purpose.
It didn't feel like time was running, almost a week had passed and I finally arrived on Saturday. Now I was heading to the house of Pero, a quiet area with a spacious garden and the feel of a traditional building was never separated as its trademark.
“Hmn ....?”
But that day was different than usual. The raven demon I used to meet inside the house was actually waiting at the front door. The woman stood up, looked in a distant direction and seemed to change her expression when Amalia and I came.
A few days passed and it seemed like he too was now used to wearing his own clothes. Amalia had trained her, so now her appearance is also complete like a normal adult woman.
“Lia ..., and you too Kaivan,” call the woman as you approach. “I'm asking for a minute, for now and for the future.”
We both responded and stopped when the woman was right in front of us, within that distance eye contact had become more comfortable supporting the conversation.
Write Amalia on the note paper while showing it.
“There's one news, and it looks like I need your help.”
“Help? What is this about which collection is again?” I answered while guessing.
The one thing that came out of Pero was the business of which bottle is my duty now. Helping me in various matters will also directly help her as well. Small useful information will certainly be better delivered as soon as possible.
“Gak ...,” he said as he shook his head. “Maybe the news word is a little off the mark, because this can also be said to be a problem. Or ... more precisely like news that risks becoming a problem.”
Peter continued walking, he gave a movement as if to attract us who saw to follow him. Anyway I also don't think the front porch is a good place to talk, she might come pick me up at the venue to speed up the meeting.
The woman led us to the room inside, the interior corners of the wooden accessories with animal background are still thick there. It was the usual spot where Pero appeared, the one-seat inner seat where he used to sit like a boss.
But, Amalia who used to be next to Pero now changed position. He did not follow her deep into the territory of the boss' seat and chose to remain standing beside me. It seemed that he had the realization that he was not an assistant now, more towards the parallel parties within the other camps who were being asked to cooperate.
“Before the headlines, I want to ask you about Lia's magic practice. Is he now able to use it well?” ask the raven demon woman.
Amalia wrote quickly to answer this question. But, like an explanatory sentence, a long narrative takes some time to wait for it to finish.
“Amalia,” call me while holding the book being written parallel to her chest. “I'm the only one who is clearin.”
“...”
The little movement of the fingertips of the girl stopped, she who could not answer only gave a small nod and stared in disbelief at handing over the task. Our views that met at that time were directed at Pero simultaneously. Somehow the longer we spend we can also communicate small without talking too much.
“Magic Amalia is now stable. I don't know the limits of where the use of magic is right, my powers and powers are so much different. But at least he knows what he's doing. As if something happened, he could use his actual strength enough to defeat an average human.”
“Hmn ...,” response Pero who seems to be able to catch that brief explanation. “I am here asking about his combat ability, is he now strong enough to subvert an adult man?”
Huh uh? A fighter?
My mind was a little troubled when I heard that statement. It is true that Amalia needs martial skills to fight some people who may have physical contact like the case of Imarine and Azarin. But, something attributed to the word combat in my opinion is a little excessive.
“At least Amalia now will not lose against one or two thugs. For adult men, I can't compare.”
“Hmn ... so, yes.”
“It has something to do with it now?”
“There certainly is, because forever we will not be able to be peaceful like this. Finding out which of the happiness of one's heart is difficult. The harder it is, the more people to figure out how to get it.”
“Hoo ...”
Rare goods ... valuables ... ownership will also get many negative effects. I with the ability to detect emotions can feel them clearly, feelings from sin and heart disease in the name of jealousy.
“So, until now you understand ‘kan the direction of the conversation ... Kaivan?”
“There will be people snatching each other mana in that bottle. Is true?”
*Whoush ...
The emotional wave from Amalia was already felt. Fear, worry, anxiety, or something that smells of negative things in which he does not want to see or get involved in it. Wry, mixed with cold shivering, I did not overreact because to save energy.
“Iya, right. At least his temporary guess is like that,” reply Pero asserted my question. “I don't know the power of the people out there, how others use their magic, and the intention of those people coming to my territory.”
“Region ..?”
