Paradoxon: Fix In Posterum
The fix 68

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"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 have forgotten many things" Nata chuckled in response to her sister's remark. Nero just kept quiet and looked at him with a thousand questions.

"That's it. Now let's get up. If you want to eat with me in the dining room, get up!" Nata got up from there with the plate in his hand. He approached the table there and put the plate in his hand back on the tray and carried it in his hand.

"Hurry now!" Nata.

"Ah, yes. Alright. I woke up" Nero murmured as he moved from his seat. He then stepped following Nata who had walked first in front of him.

BLAM!

The door to his room closed slowly. Arriving outside, Nero spread his gaze around. And the house was really very similar to the house that his grandparents used to live in. He lived in Norway with his family.

Nero stopped his steps for a moment as soon as he arrived in the hallway. The focus of his eyes turned to look at the painting on the wall that since childhood always seized his attention as he passed through the hallway. So no wonder when he first came to his grandmother's house, Nero immediately chose the largest room that was located facing directly towards the hallway where in the hallway there is a beautiful painting in his tribe.

It stops there. Staring fixedly at the painting before him then extended his hand slowly to be able to touch it. Now it feels like the painting is shorter than it used to be. When he was a kid. That was because his current height had even exceeded Nata's height. Her sister's.

Nero slowly touched the painting. And once the surface of the skin is in direct contact with the painting, Nero can feel the texture of the canvas fabric that is used as the image media. Not to mention the texture of the paint that dries is really clear to be felt by him.

"Is this real?" Nero stopped his activities for a moment. He paused for a moment before rubbing the painting again. And this time he really believed that the painting was real. The painting in front of him could really be felt.

"What's really going on?"

"If it's real.. Then what have I been through all this time?"

"It really confused me. Though it was clear, I was at school helping Mr. Cato move some books to the warehouse. After that I met a man dressed in all white, and after that I don't remember anything. Then when I woke up, why was I suddenly here?" Nero's monologuing quietly there.

"Is it all a dream? But if it is a dream, how long do I sleep? It's impossible right, if I sleep for one day but there's a lot I've been through? But if it's the opposite, then why does all this feel real? Why can I really feel all this for real? Isn't it if just a dream shouldn't feel so real like this?"

"It really confused me and couldn't tell the difference between the real and the not."

"Everything looks the same." Nero muttered that he had been left behind by Nata who now continued to walk there.

The woman then stopped and turned her head towards him when she realized that she was left there.

"Nero!" Call him while looking. Nero turned his face toward the sound.

"Why are you staying there? Hurry here. Grandma and grandpa must have been waiting for us in the dining room!" Shouted Nata.

"O-oh yeah. All right," said Nero who rushed to Nata there.

"A-ah, sorry. I just wanted to see the painting on the wall."

"uh? The painting?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Oh, you mean your favorite painting?"

"Yes. You remember?"

"of course. Since the first time you came here, you immediately chose that room for you to stay in because you really liked the painting in that hallway."

"Yes.you're right," Nero chuckled softly.

Nata and Nero continued to step towards the dining room in the house. His grandmother's house is quite big. Its breadth is almost like a palace in fairy-tale lands. Really big and fancy. In addition, the vast house occupied by his grandmother and grandfather often made Nero lost when he was playing with Nata. And Nero often makes his grandmother and grandfather anxious to look for him.

And because of anxiety, his grandparents often scolded him and forbade Nero to play too far roaming in his house. They just don't want Nero to get lost again.

Arrive in the dining room. Nero could see two adults who were almost a century old. Less than twenty years. They were his grandparents.

The two sat together at the same dining table. Large dining table filled with a variety of breakfast dishes.

Their focus instantly switches when they realize Nata is arriving along with Nero behind her. They looked surprised to see Nero coming out together with Nata in the morning. This rarely happens during Nero's stay in their home.

Usually, their youngest grandson always wants breakfast in his room and is reluctant to meet them in the dining room.

"Nero's?" The old lady there looked at him with a surprised look.

Nero and Nata smiled wryly as they approached the dining table there. Nata then put the tray in her hand onto the table.

"Sit down" Nata told Nero as he patted the soft chair of the dining table right next to him. In front of his desk, Nata put the food there.

"ah-ah. All right," said Nero while sitting right next to Nata there.

"Well look. What's going on?" His grandfather commented there. Staring at Nero with a surprised look.

"Snat? You forced Nero to eat here?" Ask Grandma to Nata.

"uh? No grandma. Nero himself wants to eat here with us," Nata glanced at Nero.

"really? Butwhy? Don't you usually want to eat in the room?" Ask.

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