Melody From Pshycopaths

Homehouse

Not feeling, they finally reached the yard of Ephira's house.

Alex's home ground too!

Their houses are opposite, just think of them as neighbors. This is why they can be friends since childhood.

"Our house hasn't changed, has it?" Alex said, looking at his house and Ephira's house longingly.

And so is Efira. The girl looked at her home.

Don't care how many people see their cars? perhaps wondering who the owner of the luxury car is?

"Never raise your head, keep bowing without bragging about what we have" Alex said before getting off the driver's seat, the man turned around, opening the door for Efira.

All eyes are on them. Including their mother and father?

"Dad, mother" Efira immediately ran, splashing in the arms of his parents.

And Alex's parents?

His parents approached him, who was busy taking out his suitcase and Efira's suitcase.

"Darling" muttered a middle-aged woman, it was Alex's mother. The man twisted his body and hugged his mother, shedding all his longing there.

"Ephira? Whose car is that?

"Borrow a car from your employer?"

"What car?"

"Sell yourself?"

"They're great?"

"If only my son could be like them"

Questions and statements seemed to slice Alex's soul, although not a few praised their success after returning from education. And yet, the others?

"That's.mobil.kami.mutlak" replied Alex, stopping all the insinuations of the people. Even the man almost threw his car keys because he was so upset.

"The car was obtained in a good way" he continued.

"How come? Has your life patterns changed? You live abroad. There everyone is moving freely" said one mother, the mother was so long ago, since Efira and Alex were even children.

"Because we want to change. We're trying to. We are not lazy like other people our age. We even went abroad without bothering our parents, after we got home? Lookie! We can prove that we can elevate our parents" Alex said, of course, containing an insinuating element. The man forgot how to bow his head.

"It's so arrogant" said the mother, the same mother as the one before her.

"Dad, mom. Comein! I have prepared gifts for you" said Alex, deliberately raising his voice to be heard by the mothers. Of course the mothers were hot.

"Excuse me gentlemen, mothers" continued Alex friendly (to those who think good) and then lead his parents into the house.

"Get in with us" Alex said again, the sentence was intended for both of Ephira's parents. Of course the girl complied.

...***...

"So? What makes you so rich?" Ask Alex's father to the two lovebirds who just arrived at the house.

"When we left, we were just a little seedless seed. Then we go, we grow, we flower, we bear fruit, and then finally we just pick the fruit at this time" Alex replied, using a parable language that was easy to understand.

"We are proud of you. What about your lives? What's so fun being there?" Ask Ephira's mother, stroking the top of her daughter's head.

"Dad, mom. It's fun, it's fun. But, it's more fun here, because you're our home. Your happiness is our goal" Alex said again, Efira doesn't say much. The girl was busy with her mother.

Finally they spend time telling stories, until it does not feel like the day is getting late. Efira and Alex are soon welcome to rest.

"My room hasn't changed" Efira said. Look at every corner of the room. His stuff in America is still ringing, his K-pop albums are still there all.

"I will take it if I have the chance" Ephira muttered again, then passed into the dreamland.

"Nothing has changed" Alex said in his room. He put his tired body in bed.

"I want to say it" muttered the man, ending with his eyes closed, no one knew what he meant.