Zombies

2: Cleaning

After being satisfied crying for how long, Nanda felt calmer. He took a deep breath and slowly exhaled. The feeling of tightness that had originally overlapped him now disappeared, replaced by lightening that made him much more relaxed.

Then, a pair of dark irises looked back at the messy room. The atmosphere was silent, but that was the thing needed to think things through. Nanda can dissolve in happiness, but that does not mean it will sink into it.

Thinking things through slowly, Nanda still doesn't understand why she can go back to the past after she dies. Oh, how could he confidently consider his 4-year experience to be a reality? Is it clear that he just woke up from sleep? The answer is very easy.

Nanda's space capabilities are still there.

Nanda's eyebrows are adrift. The existence of space that only he could access was easily felt. It's like moving his arms and legs - his space-existence is like his own limbs.

It has a magical room that can accommodate anything but living things. It was like an empty room ready to be filled with anything. Its own dimension where only Nanda can access to put and take goods in it.

Very very practical.

The existence of this space, with a size of about 5x5 meters with full contents with firearms, knives, samurai and various other weapons was enough to be a notification that he had indeed returned to the past.

The size of the space and even its contents, were exactly the same as what Nanda remembered. So, he was not stupid enough to be arrogant that all those horrible experiences were dreams.

Sighing heavily, Nanda massaged the base of the nose which felt throbbing. Oh, if you look at the date, about 7 years away, the virus will be active and attack humans aggressively.

Everyone affected by the Virus is not always a zombie, some are lucky to wake up with magical abilities. Like her, Nanda, who is infected with a virus, has space capabilities. Though he is very aware that his teenage body, has not been attacked by the virus. Then how could his space ability possibly follow?

Nanda confused not playing. This was not something he could casually discuss while drinking coffee. It is also impossible to talk about it with others if they do not want to be considered crazy. Oh, in the end, he still couldn't deduce anything?

Nanda snorted in annoyance. A pair of irises stared at the messy room that was his room, then he looked down at the weak stocky hand ...

Nanda doesn't know if in 7 years, the virus will spread. But to be sure, he felt very uncomfortable with this physique and environment.

He was fed up enough with the environment that always spread a foul scent. There is always someone's feces and pessies in the corners of the room, or the scent of carrion that is the rest of the victims of the zonbie. But now ... couldn't he enjoy a clean environment?

Nanda poked her smile. He got up and walked towards the closed curtain. The biases of sunlight seem to slip, obviously, outside, the sun is high enough to start all activities.

Srak!

The soft blue-colored cloth was shifted away, causing sunlight to instantly enter and illuminate his room. Nanda squinted his eyes, almost blinded by light striking the retina. Yet he could feel the warmth as if stroking the skin-giving a comfortable feeling that seemed to also seep into his heart.

The thick hands moved to push the glass layer up to the morning air, blindly blowing in. Stroking the skin, providing coolness and morning air that still tends to be fresh ...

Nanda chuckles. The peaceful feeling that subtly embraced her made the long-haired teenager feel more real.

From the second floor of his room, Nanda could see the front yard. Some people on Sundays tend to be crowded. Get out of their house and walk leisurely on the sidewalk. The faces were full of smiles, greeting each other or even forming groups to gossip. Oh, a relaxing and simple activity that really .. makes him miss.

Nanda sighed. He turned around and looked at the room that was so messy ...

Okay. Apparently, the first thing he had to do was clean his room. Oh, for 4 years he's been pretty sick of his dirty surroundings and now .. well, he's so longed for a cleaner, tidier place.

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Spending time cleaning the room, only to do this simple activity, Nanda found her body soaked in sweat. Oh, is this arguably exercise? The fat figure laughed smirkingly.

This activity was very simple, but he was already a bit tired. Obviously this body tends to be more lazy, rarely move and.

All the stash of snacks, Nanda throws into his room. Some novels and comics have been rearranged. Oh, now Nanda remembers. He is too crazy to read novels and comics, making him prefer to be at home and lounging in the room.

Well ... Obviously, his life habits must be changed. Nanda couldn't stand her weak body, so she decided to go on a healthy diet, restoring her light body and flexibility in movement.

Staring back at the already clean room, Nanda was completely satisfied. She unhesitatingly went into the bathroom and started cleaning herself. Rub his body in such a way and enjoy the warm water that slides from the shower.

Because for too long had not enjoyed a clean body and hot water flowing, Nanda unconsciously lingered in the bathroom to make her fingers wrinkled.

Until when he just came out of the bathroom, Nanda found the figure of a middle-aged woman who was in the living room. Looking at him with an incredible view.

"Da, are you taking a shower?!"

The woman's words were clearly insinuations. Nanda was very self-conscious that on a typical day, he would shower once a day and on holidays, he also tended to comfort himself from bathing.

However, the teenager could not react. His heart seemed to beat faster, staring in disbelief at the figure who... oh, how long did he miss him? This chatty woman who had raised and cared for him?

"Ma?" nanda's voice raspy. It made him swallow his forced-morticult saliva trying to withstand the rumbling and heat on his eyes. He wanted to run up to the woman, hug her and kiss her. Telling him how much he missed him, how sorry he was never a dutiful child, how much he was .. oh, what was he supposed to do? He desperately wanted to complain, cry and vent all his emotions.

"Da?" realizing something was wrong with her daughter, Dewi looked at Nanda anxiously. The woman who looks like her early 30s looks too young to have a child as big as Nanda. But his face is indeed a baby face, especially with the boutique business he has, it is not his fault if he looks very beautiful and stationary.

Taking a breath and exhaling it, Nanda tried to get rid of the tightness squeezing the chest. He forced a smile, chuckled then lightly threw his body to sit on the sofa.

"When did Mom come home? Didn't bring any souvenirs to Nanda?" he asked, a little pouting as soon as he realized the woman had come without carrying the parcel.

"Heh, Mama's a workmate, not a walk!" The goddess glared ferociously, then snorted in annoyance at her son's complaints. Oh, maybe it's just his feelings. Nanda is okay. "Tumben shower, usually Mama told also still ogah-ogahan."

"Your mother is in the mood" he replied lightly. "Eh, Ma, where's Running Mechine?"

Nanda remembers her mother likes to exercise but does not have time to get out, she is busy with boutiques. Morning go and evening go home, even a few times a month have to go out of town. So, fitness equipment can only be used in the afternoon or evening.

"Huh? It's in the back, right?" Confused goddess not play. "Masa' Don't you see?" suddenly, the woman began to panic, got up and was about to walk to the back of the house. Balcony that became a clothesline and also put fitness equipment is a half-open room. Although there is a 2-meter-high wall, but does not guarantee all safe.

"Then' anyway?" Nanda gave a serious expression. Pretending to doubt his mother's words. He followed the woman, on his tiptoes looking ahead.

The goddess was still nagging, her heart was restless. Quickly go through the kitchen and open the back door padlock. "This is why the door is still locked? You must not have cheated!"

The accusation was clearly true, but Nanda put on an innocent expression. Hurry to defend themselves. "And usually Bi Yati who opens to dry clothes, why does Nanda open the back door?"

Knowing the nature of his son who often shut himself in the room, the choice to keep the back door locked is a good thing. What else if the house only inhabited this creature. The goddess increasingly felt her daughter was very troubled if she had to be left alone.

Chequek.

The door opens, the cement-floored backyard is plastered with a cover on the top. There is a clothesline, a washing machine in the corner and a fitness device.

"There is!" a pair of eyes stared accusingly at Nanda. "Obviously so much time' doesn't seem to?"

"Ehehehe .. ," Nanda grinned, not answering at all. There's no way he'll admit that he doesn't know, right? It is very difficult to think about details. If not for cleaning the room, Nanda would have forgotten that when she was a teenager, she liked to read comics and romance novels.

"What is a fitness tool?" The goddess reopened her voice, staring doubtfully at her daughter. "Do you want a diet?"

The Goddess's expression when asking the last question was as if asking 'You can fly?'. Oh, it's so improbable that it's like asking a blind man for color.

Nanda grimacing. Was it when he was a teenager .. bebal? Really, he didn't know he had to laugh or cry to hear it. "Well .. try it first, Ma."

If he answers with confidence and decisiveness that he wants to diet, Nanda, 100% sure Mama will not believe.

The goddess raised her eyebrows hearing that answer. He was obviously underestimating, but still could not help but smile on his lips. "Okay, Da try it first, if you manage to get down 5kg, Mama increase her allowance."

Her mother was clearly trying to add to Nanda's motivation. Oh, was he so stubborn about not dieting and when he finally took the initiative himself, his mother was afraid that he would change his mind?

"Seriously, Ma?" Nanda tried to work together. Smirked looking at his mother. "You managed to drop 5kg, really will get more money?"

"Well, when did Mama lie?" The goddess snorted, then added. "But you can not pack drugs, or try unhealthy tools. Mama wants Da skinny not in an instant way."

Nanda grin. He planned the diet because he wanted a strong and flexible body, obviously something that could not be obtained instantly.

"OKay! My mom promised me!"

"Yes, yes, Mama promised," Dewi shook her head in amusement. "Have you had breakfast?"

Nanda immediately put on a hearty expression while holding her stomach. "No, yet" he lamented.

"Yes, do you want Mama to make fried rice or want Mama to eat outside?"

"Eat fried rice!"

The goddess smiled amusedly. To be honest, he was tired from just coming home from out of town and wanted to sleep, but found his son had just taken a shower and even had the intention to diet, who told her son to be so sweet?

Nanda chuckles. He obediently followed his mother to the kitchen. Helps to slice the onion and garlic, preparing seasonings to make Fried Rice. The simple action was successful in making the Goddess speechless for a while. The woman turned her head, looked at the humming fat teenager and checked the rice inside the magic jer.

Since when can Nanda cook?

The goddess knew her daughter. No one knows Ananda Sartika better than himself. She may rarely be home, but her eyes never go out watching her daughter grow. Especially during puberty like this, which becomes the forerunner of character formation and a sense of transmission with everything. Nanda often told him anything, was spoiled and even complained about everything.

However ...

"Da, can you cook?"

Nanda who was taking out the rice and cooling it stopped the movement. The head turned, looking at his mother in confusion. But a few seconds later, he realized what a fatal mistake he had made. Success makes his heart feel melos once aware of his own actions.

Oh, isn't he who is still in High School, unable to cook at all?! Even cooking instant noodles?!

"Yes it can be!" Nanda quickly answered. His tone was full of confidence, trying to blur the nervousness that made his heart beat fast. "It's fried rice, right? Easy!" said arrogant.

"Oh yeah?" The goddess looked at her daughter doubtfully. "Sure it can be eaten?"

Nanda pouting. He glared fiercely at the beautiful woman. "Well, I can't believe it, Mama's cooking" he grumbled and walked to the table and sat there sweetly.

Goddesses laughing. Oh, he just asked casually, but his son was sulking already? "Yes, Mama is cooking. Still better than your cooking, right? Some of you go to the kitchen, some even destroy the kitchen."

"Mama!"

"Ahahaha .. yes, yes."

The teenager's lips were manyuning, his expression still looking annoyed. But silently, Nanda heaved a sigh of relief in her heart. Oh, really, really almost ...