Red Box

Box 20: Lisa's

..."You have slave, an enemy!"...

"Campus!"

I screamed like a possessed person, then I realized someone was watching me play.

Azunyan, that's the nickname he used in the game.

You wibu chick!

"When are you playing a game, anyway, bang?"

The chat suddenly entered in the middle of the game.

^^^"You yourself why watch brother play? Remember, you're in 12th grade soon!" my reply.^^^

"Ye, Lisa, I'm home from school!"

^^^"Yes, study there, PR kek work, what cake, you will be scolded by father if you continue to play games!"^^^

"Kayak does not know the custom," he replied.

I shook my head, knowing that he did not like the changing times. But whose sister is this? Who taught him against the old man?

"In the police station there's free wifi, bang?" writing again.

The Uler is a Cadet!

I don't need a free wifi. Everything that is free only creates emotion.

Free mental shit!

^^^"Who said you were at the police station?"^^^

My sister is happy to see her brother in prison.

"Where are you going now?"

^^^"Kosan, yes! Where else?"^^^

^^^....^^^

A few minutes had passed, and the match was finally over. Lisa no longer replies to chat, even looks already offline.

That's a little weird. Usually he will immediately mabar and show off his skills, if by chance meet.

I hope he wants to hear my advice to stop playing games. It is better to watch drakor, look around boyband, or watch anime as it is customary at home.

As long as it's not an acute disease named "game" that they hate so much, I don't think he'll be treated like me.

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

It was getting late, and the game was getting boring. Too many children have started to interfere, so my emotions have worsened. I decided to stop the game, and shut down the computer.

Today, they did not protest too much either. Perhaps, the emotional outburst of the afternoon was the cause. I don't want to be serious, it's just that my mind is too messed up to work as they demand.

Later that night I might just start looking for more information.

I stood up, intending to ask Roni's permission to take a break. But someone knocked on the door before this plan went ahead.

Who'sis that? It can't be Gilang.

His watchful ration is morning till noon. He never knocks on the door, unless locked from the inside.

"Yes, one minute!" myrag.

"Dimas?!"

I was silent, shocked to see their arrival. The door had even just opened, but my mind was frozen.

Still wearing official clothes; batik blue combination of white, combined with red hood. The old watch coiled around his arm, as well as wearing black short heels, which looked dirty.

I think he walked all the way here. That means he's not coming. There was no way he would let her take public transport by herself.

"Dad not coming, ma'am?"

I looked out to confirm it, then a girl rushed in.

"We've got permission, really!" sahut Lisa, the girl who came in earlier.

He is my only brother.

"Don't ask you!" my ketus.

"Are you really here, Dim?"

Mom's eyes are glazed.

Don't get me wrong!

I'm not at all proud of delinquency, even I'm the one who wants to see him happy the most. Unfortunately, things never go as they wish.

My existence at home, it makes it more frequent urgency. Maybe, that's why you never minded my decision to live alone.

"No, mom! This is just a hologram, the real Dimas was dead 40 years ago!" my candlestick, hope they are not too serious about my life problems.

"What are you talking about, Lis?" ask mother.

"She said, the panu on her back is crumpled, ma'am!" answer Lisa.

I looked at me, and I saw Lisa laughing. She felt no tension at all over her brother's fate. Everyone may never take this seriously, just like how I deal with the future.

"Come in!" take me.

Instead of accepting my offer, they were fixated. I looked back, where the figure that they must have considered foreign suddenly stood in the corner of the room. Ronny.

Quickly, their faces looked as pale as if they had just seen a demon.

"I think I'll wait outside!" said it.

Roni walked straight. While patting my shoulder, he rushed out and closed the door. Fortunately, he had a graceful attitude that felt great. Personal matters will certainly be discussed soon, and it is a realm that is not appropriate for him to camp.

"You're not in jail, Dim?" I asked, suddenly.

"Jeez, you want her, Dimas's under arrest?" my reply.

"It's not so ..."

"Kan, Dimas told me, it's just a misunderstanding. You're the one who didn't give me a chance," cut me, "already, ma'am! Better talk about Lisa's development?" my instead.

"You gotta hear this, Dimhe's been getting worse lately!"

The discussion turns, exactly as to where to turn. Mother began to sit down, choosing a position as usual when she visited.

Lisa denied it, and we started talking about unnecessary things. My bad feelings I don't really think about, because lately everything feels like it. Until then, he stepped on one of the topics I always tried to avoid. I'm really sorry I didn't try to care.

"What about you, Dim?" he asked, changing the direction of the conversation.

"How is it, Dimas is clear," I replied, "Dimas was told to help with the investigation," I added.

"What about your college, this up?!" snapped it.

"Lecture, huh? If Lisa's probably fit for medicine."

"Dimas!"

"What does that need to be discussed?!" I asked, then I saw him nod.

I took a deep breath, preparing for the words. A long argument will occur. It will definitely be like a divorce hearing, but sooner or later I have to talk about this.

"Lecture isn't the only way to the future, ma'am," I continued.

"What do you mean?!"

"The software leaders, the founders of social media, they all didn't graduate from college, but they can still be successful" I said.

"Then you think you're gonna be like them?" he asked, "you just limit something you can do by choosing this" he added.

He is very right. Some people just look at the easy side of others without ever thinking, how hard they try. There are not many good jobs that can be chosen just by capitalizing a high school diploma. I compare myself to people who have visions, while I'm just a slacker. But I guessed this.

"Go back to college, finish your studies!" the order, "we'll call some acquaintances to get you in after you graduate" he continued.

Sad idea. I know there's nothing to expect from me, but that doesn't mean I need to be pitied. I just want to be me, without burdening anyone. I have disappointed myself and everyone.

"This is what Dimas hates most," I said, "Dimas can live independently, really!" my continue.

"Then prove it!" the challenge is, "if you can get a minimum income of UMR, I'll consider letting you, '" he continued.

I'm just chuckling. The challenge for me is nonsense. I'm a nobody, I don't want to be anything, and I don't need anything anymore.

Everything I need is ahead, so what else do I need to prove?

I wonder, why do they so much like to suggest this stupid activity called, "college? What is the fun of this activity? If that is exciting, why aren't they the only ones leaving?

"Let Dimas live a quiet life, ma'am," I asked, "without pressure, flowing like water, then drifting and disappearing," I said.

"That sounds like an eek?" sahut Lisa, muttering.

Hey, mouth!

My eyes immediately glared. I don't know who taught her that, but she used to be pretty sweet like most sisters.

Really, why is he being so honest?