Theft of the Future

Epilogues

The condition of the highway that is crowded with users is not good news. This caused the family who had just returned home from the exhausting meeting to pee at each other with a wry expression and a feeling of laziness.

Usually, light conversations such as pleasantries initiated by the driver can make things calmer and cooler for everyone.

But, for this case the driver can only focus on driving his car nervously, hoping that there are no strange disturbances that can cause the car to run and aggravate the mood of this family.

Even so, the driver was a little amazed by the boy sitting in the back.

It had been three and a half months since his meeting at the station was unexpected. But, it seemed like this brat was still the same person as three and a half months ago, yet to show to return to his former annoying self.

“Ahahaha, it was indeed a long meeting, yes!” Call it Lifestyle with his little laugh.

“...” But, there is no response whatsoever other than the car horn around them.

“Especially with the jammed road, everything so make lazy, yes! I hope we can go home soon!” Continue trying to shake the mood.

Unfortunately, he did not manage to do so.

Just natural. There are people who are more skilled at actually cooling people down.

Waitie? Wh who?

The pace of trying to remember, while trying not to think about it.

It is unfortunate that there are very few conversations that this family can have in the car, which should be an important time to communicate with each other and strengthen their relationship.

In fact, the time it takes to actually get home is no less than three hours. However, with all the obstacles and situations that made their mood very bad, this trip felt like a century.

Moreover, one of them felt that this all remained a mere futility. He really couldn't enjoy all of this journey, nor all of this effort.

At least, by going home they can cool their heads.

Can..., right?

“I want a full break. Don't you dare to interrupt even if it's just knocking, unless I'm asking!!!” The father's orders were so out of the car with explosive anger. After that, he went straight to his room and threw the door hard.

In fact, the mother planned to be considerate and serve the husband in whatever way necessary. As an obedient wife, it was indeed her job to make her mood improve and all sorts of things.

But, his help which even took the form of intention was immediately rejected outright by the couple, leaving him petrified in the hallway of the room.

He was also depressed and thought about many things.

But, in the end he prefers to go to the kitchen, take his favorite bottle of drink, ask for food from the waiter with unreasonable portions, he said, and went to enter her own room – which was separated from her husband.

What the hell's going on?

Wasn't today one of the turning points of their plans and promises when the parent meeting of the academy was successfully realized? We just got home from that meeting, right? The rate problem that enters in other ways can still be handled easily, right?

Why is there a cold war going on in his house?

The sudden rate of heart rate pumps quickly, giving pain to his head, also producing more sweat. Because there was nothing Laju could do, he returned to his room while furrowing his eyebrows and dropping into the bed.

There was one thing that really troubled his mind.

She remembered a dream she had last felt. About the past, about the debate, about the quarrel that happened outside his room.

When his father was desperate and tired of believing him, when his mother couldn't draw his father's heart anymore, when everything fell apart like the past.

Why does this happen over and over again?

Nah!

There is no point in moody grieving and speculating on what may be mere hallucinations. No one can accurately predict the future, except the person himself who is trying to fight for it.

And now, Laju is fighting for his future.

Maybe, everything will be fine.

Nah!

Everything's gonna be okay.

When the university test is already implemented, when Laju can get ranked number one on the entrance exam, when they can finally move home to a classy university residency and is highly regarded by the community, he said, when all members of his family can get his benefits directly, surely everything will keep each other's promises and return to a normal family.

“Definitely! Sure is! That's all for sure!” Call it the pace of trying to convince yourself.

After all, if he still had a fear of himself being left behind again in the room, forced to hear all the quarrels that happened by his parents. So, the solution he can do now is not to get out of the room and still try to cool the atmosphere at home?

Why bother?

“Ya!” Call the Excited pace.

And that way, he started to leave the bed planning to get out of the room.

While walking, Laju at once reflected trying once again to convince himself and increase his confidence. Repeatedly he looked at himself in the mirror, as well as giving a gesture that everything would be fine.

Not forgetting to remind himself that he is a special human being who can do all the work easily and perfectly.

Remember that? When the value is never absent from the number 100? When can he get a gold medal when he just entered the basketball escapist? When Boss Alex instantly likes it while getting connections to different kinds of unique people? When he manages to defeat the commander-in-chief and bodyguard of Boss Alex?

Oho!

Do not forget also when he managed to become a survivor of a train accident? Defeating a human whose body was three times larger than her? When he managed to survive two weeks in the middle of nowhere? When he can defeat a camp of dozens of humans by himself? When he managed to defeat dozens of other lizardmen in the underground culverts? When the…

When he managed to defeat the giant mushroom monster?

The longer Laju looked at himself in the mirror, the more Laju felt that something was missing from his life.

Whahuh? Her future?

Not likely.

His future was stolen by the school yesterday. But, didn't he manage to get it again?

Then why does he still feel lost? Why did he feel that something so important to him had been stolen away? Who was this theft committed by? Who stole it? What did he steal?

With reflexes, Laju observed his right hand.

For no apparent reason, there was a slightly painful and funny tickling that Laju missed so much.

“Something is still missing, still stolen.” Rate reassures itself.

One next blink, Laju understood very well what was missing from his life. He quickly ran to the dining room and kitchen, opened the refrigerator, and took out all the ice cubes in the refrigerator to put them in a container filled with water, making it as cold as possible.

Next, he put his hand into the ice-cold water, hoping that there was something in his mind that could make him comfortable.

“No. This is not true. It's wrong! This is not the cold I want,” protest Laju.