My bed is made of wood, the color is all brown, my favorite color with a light brown bed cover makes everything even more beautiful. On her right is a two-door wardrobe and the color is the same as my bed. This is really all the remains of the owner of the house.
I still can't accept it, everything is exactly the same as what I've always imagined so far. Unlike my previous bedrooms, always with the latest models and modern furniture which I never liked but I couldn't help but have to like it.
I never once expressed my wish to my father. So far I have always accepted whatever my father gave me.
Hhmmmmm ... I just want to make dad happy. And even though I end up fantasizing about my own bedroom every time I enter my bedroom. But I never thought it would end like this.
The dark brown mini-sized sofa is sitting nicely in the corner near the bedroom window. On the left, not far from my bed, there is a study table and a mahogany chandelier that I bought when we went on vacation to Bose village last year.
A light without a power cord, it will turn on when the whole room is pitch black. Maybe because I can't sleep in the dark, I bought it from an old geezer who sells antiques and when I saw it for the first time I was immediately intrigued. The wooden supports have hand carvings which when viewed at close range depicts the chain of human life, that's what I think.
However, when I told dad one night in my bedroom. My father just smiled sarcastically as if he couldn't believe what I was telling him. According to him, it means nothing, just carvings of irregular lines. And from then on I didn't want to tell anyone about my magic lamp anymore, except to my mother. I touched it, and mother smiled again when she saw me standing in front of the bedroom window, her face looked beautiful in the light from outside the window.
I was still looking at my new room, and my mother was also looking at my bedroom. I walked over to my mother who was standing in front of my bedroom window.
Wow ... really! My father loves this place.
And it turns out that from my bedroom, I can immediately see the scenery outside. The scenery is truly amazing with beautiful hills. Thousands of green pine and fir trees are refreshing to the eyes and the expanse of a blue lake. I never thought of this. As if I was in a fairy tale land, the first time I saw it made me fall in love. My mother and I stood enjoying the view in front of us. I think this is like a dream, yes a dream that always comes in my sleep every night. I always dream about this lake. I stand with my mother by the lake and play with water together.
I was silent for a long time enjoying every detail of the scene in front of me. I don't know if maybe I'm dreaming. Why is everything here as if I've felt it. Felt, as if I had been in this place before and felt familiar to me. A gust of wind touched my cheek, I realized I wasn't dreaming.
I saw down there the figure of the man I saw the first time I arrived at this place was standing watching me and my mother. She waved her hand, and my mother returned it. My mother turned to me and my mother with a hint of her eyeballs, as if telling me to also greet the young man there. I followed my mother's orders, raised my right hand and waved at her. He smiled, I forced a little smile back. And soon he left us. Isn't he, the boy who laughed at me earlier.
My father is a follower of modernization, he never believed in anything unreasonable and human reasoning. I once told you about a film I watched with my middle school friend, when I was in Shite City. A film that tells about someone who has supernatural knowledge. A film made in a foreign country full of animated ghosts and an infinite world.
My father just smiled and said that it was the work of a human whose life was filled with fantasy without realizing the progress of the times. And since then, I never again discuss it with my father, because I know the result. I'll never be able to beat my father's arguments about exact science methods that make more sense than superstition and gibberish, according to him a waste of energy with no real results.
And I think dad is like part of Albert Einstein's soulmate who always said that E = MC2.
Fla ... sometimes I introduce myself to my only daughter ..." Mr. Nitro bent down and brought his face close to mine, rolling his eyes. I blushed, my father smiled at me.
"Okay, Mr. Nitro is happy…" I thought that was the only answer that came out of my lips.
"I'm sure you two can be good friends. Unfortunately he is currently out of town because he has something to take care of." Mr. Nitro tugged at him and I had to look up again to see his face.
It would be considered impolite to have someone older in age talk to us without us looking into their face. Yes, that's the custom of the city of Taron. I studied it a month ago before I moved here.
I also heard Mr. Nitro has a beautiful daughter and he is a doctor as well. Syera Bacter if I'm not mistaken at that time. Syera is the only daughter and she is the sole heir to Mr. Nitro is therefore not wrong if he sends his daughter to the medical school at a prestigious University in Shite City.
My father used to give lecture material to him several times. At that time my father was asked by a dean to share some of his experiences with Shite University students. And that's where my father knew Syera, it turned out that Syera was one of the students who had an IQ above average.
I was curious to see what Syera was like. Of course she is very beautiful. I always imagined a smart female doctor must be beautiful. Therefore, my father became very familiar with Mr. nitro. According to his father, Syera has the same characteristics as Mister Nitro. So it is not surprising that in the end Syera wanted to become a doctor and the only doctor from Taron city.
Unlike me, I was never once interested in medicine. And dad knows that, he never forced me to follow in his footsteps. Dad always thought maybe I looked more like my mom. I've always never been able to get in Science.
I stand out more in whatever field of art it is. Maybe my mother's blood flows more in my body. I've always had the same passion about anything as my mother. I can play the piano without having to take private lessons or formal lessons like my other friends.
And I can play the guitar with my fingers and the violin or the flute and other musical instruments by just listening. Mother said, it was my destiny to have such advantages. However, I myself never wanted to become a famous artist.
I don't know what I want in my life yet. My father never forced me to become what I would become. Dad is my best dad, he always understands what I want and one thing he never forces his will.