Paradoxon: Fix In Posterum
The fix 67
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"Is-this really real?" Nero. He was increasingly confused by the situation he was facing.
"If it's real. What was it all this time that I've been through?" Its inner. Nero was silent for a moment, everything seemed unreasonable to him. I don't know what he's been through all this time. Whether it was a dream or a real one, he could not even really tell which one was real and which one was not.
"Nero's?" Nata there looked at him with a confused look on his face. His hand slowly stretched out slapping his sister's shoulder slowly.
"Nero's?" Call her once again which spontaneously made her aware.
"A-ah, huh?" Nero immediately woke up. He looked at Nata with a surprised face.
"You okay? Why are you daydreaming?" Nata asked with a confused face.
"A-ah, yes I'm fine," Nero said stammered.
"If it's real, then what I've been through all this time is a dream? Is everyone I see a dream? About Marko, Dean, Vicenzo, and Taz. Is that just part of my dream?" Nero. His brain was still spinning around looking for answers to the questions that started popping up in his mind, questions that were getting more and more confused
"Hey!" Nata patted Nero's shoulder once again making him aware. Nero regained his senses and looked towards him confused.
"You why? Why are you daydreaming?"
"A-ah no. I was just thinking about something" he murmured.
"Have stopped thinking about whatever it is that makes you daydream. Now you better have breakfast. I've brought you your favorite meal" Nata grabbed back the plate he put on the nightstand by his bed there.
Nero looked at the dish that his brother had brought. There Nero can see his favorite breakfast since childhood. Meat sandwich made directly by Nata. Only once saw it, Nero can distinguish which is made by Nata and which is not. Because every time Nata makes dishes for him, he always arranges the look to make it more attractive. And the woman sometimes leaves a mark on her sandwich bread. There is a signature of the woman written with mayonnaise which is then ended with a small heart image at the end of her signature. Heart shape it in the picture with tomato sauce.
On the plate that was in his hand. Nata arranged several pieces of sandwiches he made specifically for Nero. The sandwich was the breakfast that Nero always wanted, as if there were no other food and as if he never got bored with the dish. Nero often asked Nata to make a sandwich every morning for him. And Nata as her brother never minded making it.
Nero smiled wryly staring at what was on the plate. It felt like for years he had not tasted the sandwich made by his brother. Even as he remembered, the sandwich Nata made that he ate last time was when he was ten years old. And it's been years.
"You want breakfast, right?" Tanya Nata made sure. Nero turned his gaze towards her, still with a smile that carved out his handsome face.
"I want to have breakfast with you in the dining room" he said slowly.
"Yes." Yeah." Nero nodded.
"God. What's wrong with you this morning? Not like you usually behave like this. Every day you usually just want to eat in your room and do not want to eat in the dining room because you do not want to meet with grandma and grandpa. Why do you suddenly want to eat with me in the dining room?" Nata chuckled at him with a look of astonishment.
Nero was silent for a moment justifying the speech from Nata. He remembers now. When he was a child, he often refused to eat together in the dining room with Nata, his grandfather, and his grandmother. Because he didn't want to meet them in the morning. Especially since long ago, his grandmother was a hard woman against him. It made Nero afraid and reluctant to eat together at the dining table, so he asked for breakfast in the room every morning. And usually Nata who always bring breakfast for him.
"I just miss eating with you" Nero said slowly.
"Since then you've been talking if you miss. Do you think we haven't seen each other in a long time? Don't we meet every day? Is that not enough for you?" Nata rubbed Nero's cheek gently there.
"S-every day?" Nero's in his heart. He was surprised by Nata's words.
"S-every day? Did I sleep here last night?" Nero asked with a confused face.
"What a silly question is this, haha. Of course you slept here last night. Don't you remember? We have lived for a week in our grandparents' house. And even yesterday we sat together and chatted about your ideals when you grew up. Don't you remember?" Nata asked who was as confused as Nero. Nata tried to remind me what happened a few days ago.
"really?" Nero is confused.
"Yes. You don't remember?"
"No," Nero murmured as he shook his head slowly.
"God. Let me help you remember. Here we play here, and then I ask you. 'What are your goals when you grow up?' after that you replied if you're older you want to have a lot of money so you can buy a plane ticket for us to fly to Indonesia. Stay at Om and Aunt Zola's house so you don't keep listening to your dad and mom who keep fighting and scaring you. Don't you remember that?" Ask Nata. Nata's words just now made Nero instantly speechless there.
"W-what? What Nat just told me is what happened a few years ago. And as I recall when Nat asked me that question, I was about seven or eight years old. Just before Nat died in an accident. But why would Nat tell you if it happened yesterday? What the hell is going on?" Think Nero. He was really more confused at this time, various questions more and more popping up in his mind made him more confused and not understand the situation he was currently facing.
"Do you remember now?" Tanya Nata resuscitates Nero.
"O-oh yeah, I remember. But as I recall, you asked me that question when I was seven or eight."
"Pff! What nonsense are you talking about! Yesterday I asked like that. It seems that due to bad dreams, you've forgotten a lot."
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