Just Wanna Live in The Place
By Lista
Date: August 18, 2024
Ch. 13Meet Family


Green remained silent, keeping his head down, unwilling to look at the woman in front of him. He really didn't like it when he saw Violet sitting next to Mela. Did he feel jealous? Violet could spend a lot of time with Mom from childhood. Without Green. There was a sharp intake of breath as Green thought back to that. Really, it hurt like hell. Neither Mela nor Violet said anything; it was only Violet who kept babbling, because that girl was also the one who initiated their meeting today, at exactly seven in the evening. In a Korean food restaurant in Kebayoran Baru, in a private room, there was only one long table in the room.

Green took the Gyeran-Jjim cheese in front of him, eating it faster. "I have to go home after this."
"It's so fast," Violet said. "Soon."

Staying here any longer would only make Green hurt to see her mother. Especially when she started getting Violet a piece of Chicken Ganjang and talking about their trip to Bali a few months ago, during the school break.Green was summoned just to... see this and hear their stories?

"I can't." Green stood up until his chair creaked. The look on his face was much different than usual. The characteristic ignorance on Green's face seemed to have disappeared immediately if he had continued to face them. There was only a stern and arrogant expression there. "Excuse me."

"Green!" Violet shouted, but Mela held back her hand, shaking her head. As if to stop Violet from making Green come back. "You should have said that earlier."

That was all Green heard before actually getting out, picking up his old blue sports bike, and running towards the hospital at a fairly high speed. His jaw hardened. Green shouldn't have come because there was nothing he could expect from this meeting. Nothing.

With slow steps, Green walked down the hallway until he stood in front of the door to Matcha's hospitalization room. The moment he opened it, Green froze. Matcha was there, sitting, but as soon as he shook his head to regain consciousness, there was only Blue with her nose reddened, looking like she had been crying.

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Matcha was startled when she realized someone was moving toward her. With his jacket in disarray, Green stood next to Matcha. He thought the man would babble as usual, but this time, Green was more silent. He glanced at Green, who had begun to sit on the sofa, resting his body there, looking very comfortable. Something was different. Green looked much different.

There was a rough exhale from the man. "How much do you hate your mom?"

Matcha shook her head. On the other hand, she had once felt ashamed of being a child who did not deserve to be born, but now... she hated it so much, more than anything, that it was hard for her to talk about it."You just met your mom?"
Matcha was surprised when Green cleared his throat while smiling forcefully. Because, since when has Green wanted to meet? Then, she moved closer and joined the sofa until Green had to twist her body, her legs crossed to face Matcha, and she did the same. Her legs crossed as well.

"It's okay. Sad, just sad." Matcha smiled. "Is it okay to talk yet?"

The moment Green nodded, Matcha glanced at his body first. "If I knew the reason why Aunt Mela threw you away, what would it be?"

Far from being expected, Green laughed. He thought the man would believe him. However, Green looked even more satisfied with the laughter. I didn't believe him.

"Seriously."

Green's laughter slowly receded, and he stared at Matcha in disbelief. So, slowly, Matcha told her.

She still remembered that day. Aunt Mela was very drunk, and Matcha found her, taking her home. While in the car that Neon was driving, Aunt Mela was talking about Green. About her past. About Aunt Mela, who regretted her actions.

"Where did you find a witch doctor?" chirped Green.

Matcha clucked, hitting the man's arm. "You just need to open your eyes and your ears to listen to Aunt Mela. She cares about you, Green. She's just desperate. Who wouldn't be afraid of their child being targeted for murder?"

Seeing Green's surprise, she took the strawberry milk she had brought from Green's house into the bag, just resting on the boy's thigh. Matcha took a breath first.

"I'm really surprised, Ru." Matcha rubbed her arm gently, smiling as Green looked at her. "No wonder Mom likes to book a private room every time she sees me."

"Hum?"

Hearing that, both of them turned their heads, seeing Neon standing at the door in the red BUS jacket she was wearing while carrying the same daisy as Green. Okay. This atmosphere seemed to explain to her that the flower that she often found at that time was not all Green's.

"You guys?" Neon's gaze fell on Matcha's hand. So she withdrew it quickly before Neon could think any further. "I mean, you're here together, Blue."

"Oh." Matcha scratched her temple, lowering her legs again. "Do you come here often?"

While replacing Green's daisy, Neon nodded. "Do you want to stay, Blue?"

"No, anyway." She picked up the bag on the table, carrying it. "I'll go first."

However, suddenly, Green stood up and pulled her hand away from Neon after saying that she had to go home and that it was Neon's turn to look after Matcha. Instead of being happy, Matcha patted Green's hand and tried to let go.

"Don't hold it!" The problem was that it was Blue's hand, not his. Green clucked, releasing the grip.

"Together means."

"Uh, you can transfer the movie file to my laptop. It's on a flash drive, right? I'll bring it to your house as well.""That's it."

Afterward, Green got on the motorcycle, followed by Matcha. When he arrived at the carport of Green's house, he saw Wira just getting out of the car that Green had scuffed. Wira smiled at Matcha and greeted her. "Play, Ru, later. Eat together, and invite your family. It's been a while since we ate together."

"Yeh, dad is the artist. So busy. Aunt Ira, who's an actress, isn't even like this!" Green quickly grimaced, rubbing his arm where Wira had just flicked him. "Very sensitive, Dad."

Matcha chuckled. "I'll let you know when it's empty."

"Mission, ah. I'm going to take an assignment." Then Green turned to her. 

Matcha nodded, following Green into his room. The man took the flash drive from the drawer and told Matcha to sit in the study desk chair while Green wandered off to the bathroom. She opened her laptop, saving the file. However, the laptop battery ran out.

"Green, I'm coming back; my battery is dead. Is it okay if I bring the flash disk?" shouted Matcha.

"YES. BUT DON'T BE NOTHING TO ME!"

No wonder the man didn't want to when Matcha borrowed a flash drive. Even though it's simpler to bring the flash drive,  he will return it later. Finally, this too.

"Blue! DON'T OPEN IT, BLUE!"

Matcha didn't reply again, choosing to close the laptop, then was about to stand up, but because of Matcha's fumbling, the box next to the laptop fell over. She chuckled, crouching down to pick up the scattered items, but there was one thing that was interesting to Matcha. The red paper she was now holding was the same as the terror paper in Blue's locker.



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