Red Box

Box 11: I Hate Them All!

I was speechless, aware of the error of my advice. Stay inexhaustible any number of times, stirring the simulation in the mind.

Why was it then used literally, to play with her sister's trauma?

Part of me agreed, that advice was disastrous. But I mean, it's not. They can not arbitrarily make the perception into a criminal element.

"It's ridiculous!" grumbling.

The officer stared at me. The superior assumption in this case is getting thinner, and my feelings are getting worse. Saliva in the mouth collects. His reaction was completely flat.

I didn't want to hear anything at all, but they showed me some data. That's totally crazy. Something stupid is about to start again. He's preparing something with the laptop.

"Know what is this?" tanyakanya.

While shaking, I looked at the monitor screen.

He's breaking the table. It felt like the cliche scene I used to see on television, when a cop interrogated a chicken mane.

Why, he do this?

I mean, I'm watching the monitor here. Why do things that disturb focus? Were they really serious when they asked me, knowing what this was?

I took a breath. Pay attention to the picture of the box, the cross-section of the web shit, as well as the details of the data. To be honest, I don't want to see it. Where this all ends, and what does it have to do. It can be seen from the first time I saw it.

Not wrong again, it was a history of hacking Redbox sites that I once did. But, what do they plan to do with it? What does the free boxes have to do with this case?

"I want you to check again, the box with serial number 12B117HG!" said The Officer.

I stroked the forehead. I admit to breaking so many free boxes, and that's probably one of them. The thing is, they want me to remember the one I never actually solved. It was all just a free box that used to be ignored.

Meanwhile, the robot app that solves all of that.

"I asked for a laptop in my house!" myrag.

"For what?" ask the Officer.

"I'll demonstrate how I broke the boxes."

"Why not do it now?"

"All the tools are on my computer!"

The officer glared. It must be because my voice is too high. He didn't seem to like it, lucky for an officer to open the door. I don't know what he'll do if he doesn't come.

"Izin, the witness family is coming, sir!" said it.

"We're still in interrogation now!" exclaimed the Officer, "can't you handle it?" continued.

"Ready, the thing is they're making a fuss!" answer the officer.

They got up, deliberated quite hard until then left together.

They just told the witness family?

For some reason, my body was shaking. Looking at the progress of the case I'm sure my status is not the perpetrator, or at least for now.

What is lucky, even this is only the beginning of bad luck!

......................

My mind is starting to get wild. I want to run away and go as far as possible. Especially when I hear that voice.

A chipper like a leaky muffler. But thundering like lightning in broad daylight. There was no other woman with such a voice, other than him.

My body grew limp as a heavy and slightly hoarse voice, muttered to each other. They're at the door. Indicated from the sound of footsteps that stopped. I immediately hid under the table. But he called my name.

"Dimas!!!” snapped, “what is curled up under the table that means hiding!?" continued.

"No, Miss Dimas just took Dimas' money that fell," I quipped.

"Sit down right now!" he ordered, "there are so many things we want to ask!" he continued, with a high tinge of shrill emotions.

Forced, I sat back down. I really can't dodge. The two people I least want to meet look at me with creepy faces.

"When you're 15 minutes, please use it as best you can!" said one of the officers, opening the most horror night of my life.

Somebody, please kill me right now!

The head feels heavy, can no longer think of anything. I hope someone will kindly grant my request.

"You've really thrown shit in my face!" he snapped, the backmost figure.

The man crossed his hands, entering the room. I looked over, but immediately threw away the direction of view. My mischievous mindset, began to think of various gripping scenarios. Moreover, the situation was suddenly silent.

His shoulders still look wide even though his steps are not as fast as before. Really, his body still looks big, when we are tall.

I think having a kid like me puts too much pressure on him. The wrinkles on his face that were increasingly indicating that.

Every year, the lines on his face get worse. Instead of disrespect, I just don't like how he always disagrees. And the figure of the woman next to him, looked very miserable.

Wearing round glasses, and still wearing official uniforms. The birthmark on her upper lip is her trademark. As people say, he's very chatty.

Although I often felt annoyed, in the end I was never able to hate him. Instead, he was the person I loved the most.

While taking off her tear-soaked glasses, the woman clasped my hand. I can feel her skinny hands shaking. It made me feel so shaken.

I'm really pretty useless.

"What did you do to get caught by the police, Dim?" he asked, "want to put where our faces are?! Answer!!!" continued, snapping.

"This is not like your think, mom, just misunderstand me!"

"Misunderstand your mother! How many times have you said, stop being sober in English!"

"It's all because you spoiled him too much" said the father," look at his behavior now, he must be game poisoning!" coined.

"Why blame mom? Your son, it can't be arranged!"

"Your son!"

"Where's the storm!" I said, "anyways all hobbies are useless, how else?" continued, mumbling.

They both looked up, looking at me full of anger. My father came to me immediately, landing a slap. He also started kicking, hitting, until finally mother defused her anger.

"This, your son's behavior, always refuting!" maki daddy.

I just kept quiet, even though I didn't feel like I was saying anything wrong. What is game poisoning? Is food stale? They are always noisier, and all hobbies are useless.

It is a fact, a formulation of a problem that can be learned, and has an accurate reference. No debate!

If I were still in college, this thesis might be considered as the foundation of the thesis. Tennis, football, basketball, everything is nothing more than a waste of energy.

I mean, why not all factory workers, if you just want to sweat?

Not only do we have an athletic body, we also make money from the job. Not yet the basic science we get. Compare it to sports activities.

Can we patch the leaking tile with a free kick? Or replace a broken fence with a posse? No, right?

I know, the way I compare is not healthy, but still those things have no other macro function, besides nourishing the body.

Okay, a smash-like move on a shitty ex, or a slam dunk toward a clothesline might come in handy. But in addition, there are almost no benefits that we can get from sports activities.

Ciamik styles like Cristiano Ronaldo, or Leonel Messi even once, you can not apply in the real world.

Wanna what? Sliced cabbage bobbin? Hattrick to the fryer? Or kick the neighbor's head salto?

Instead of making fans excited, the dead are being thumped.

How about martial art?

Karate, taekwondo, silat, kungfu, thai boxing, all of that might look cool, but not very useful in my opinion. I mean, criminals today prefer to use firearms.

If you say, we practice until we become a top number with a black belt title. Your horses are as big as Jet Lee. Your style is as agile as Jacky Chan, and your punches are as fierce as Mohamad Ali. But if once your life drifts, what's the point?

I think conscription makes a lot more sense if your concept is self-defense. You can also defend the country by running the noble program.

Agreed?

I don't!

As long as you know, some people even think of wood as if thinking of the country. But why is it that only my hobby is considered one eye?

Really, I don't mean to demean them, let alone insult them. I just don't feel like I'm being treated fairly by the world.

"Always, there is something you do not complain about in this world!?" ask Dad.

I glanced at him thinking about another argument. He would only consider me rude if he answered. So I just kept quiet.

Everything in this world sucks, especially couples who ask to turn off phone calls, and bribes in public. Do not forget also those who like to say, "use your money first, yes!"

They're just liars.

I hate them all, and the world that let them live!