"Sir?"
Gala's annoyed chuckle was heard. "Especially?"
"Let me help. To finish quickly, sir."
Gala usually doesn't get angry or upset but since earlier, when he was tidying up the kitchen area that looked like a ship, it broke—almost like his kitchen but now the sight there no longer hurt the eyes. He don't know what Dice did but the kitchen and dining table area looked more presentable and lively. Sometimes Gala is confused about managing the time to tidy up this small flat. He was like an employee who was very busy with many tasks when his job was to pick up trash and wash mountains of pots and dishes.
"Come in," Gala ordered. This time he did not tolerate all Dice's words around him. He was very lucky Mr. Richard was visiting his son. He was free to take Dice out of the box that now always hung around his neck.
"But, sir." Dice spoke again. Her eyes looked at Gala with a hint of pleading. Since she had noticed, her master did not complain at all with the work in front of him. It's the same at the restaurant. In her vision, Gala no longer has much energy but he still does what he is told to do.
"Come ini." Gala stood right in front of Dice who was still staring at Gala. His face only moved slightly, his gaze was also cold, then Dice nodded stiffly.
"Well."
Today, the light around Dice is blue. This morning she said, the color depends on the mood. Gala was quite curious what mood Dice really had. Blue symbolizes calm, right? Dice was not only calm, but cold as well. Without expression.
Maybe if her form really existed like her, Gala was sure not many people would want to be around Dice. Even labeled her as a ghost girl. Not to mention the clothes Dice was wearing. For some reason, in Gala's eyes it looks like a nightgown. As far as the knee is also his arm. There was no decoration on the clothes that Dice was wearing. Don't forget his long hair even though he's never seen a mess which makes Dice even more like a ghost girl.
After he got used to it because the blue light no longer filled Mr. Richard, Gala back to work. Before it was too late and he really needed to lay down. Tomorrow is the day off. Maybe all day struggling in bed is the right choice. It works fast. Mr. Richard said the drain near the dish was clogged. Of course, it's all trash and dirt.
Gala was very used to the stench of the garbage and the insects that roamed there. Not to mention suddenly the tip of his foot passed by a rat out of nowhere. The problem of mice is indeed a job in itself because it is very annoying. It's like that in Gala's flat too. He don't know how many items have been damaged by the rat attack. If you want to buy again, Gala will have to think a thousand times.
Considered sufficient and can be used as usual, Gala began to clean up the mess that was made. At least Mr. kitchen. Richard was better than the first time the Gala came inside. He often visits here, if not his annoying son. Gala knows Mr. Richard was from the age of eight where he and his mother moved to this Lot 1 area. The lot where most of the flats stand is old and not too flashy like in the middle of the South Metro city. It is also quite far from Lot 1 to the city center.
Gala had never been there. Just dreaming to visit it Gala couldn't afford it. It was like a glimmer of light far away for him to reach. He only hopes that he can pay off his mother's debt soon, maybe after that he will look for a new, more decent job but what? I don't know Gala hasn't tried to think.
He wrote a big message for Mr. Richard that everything he complained about had been tidied up. As a thank you because the wages Gala received this time were quite large plus a bag of fruit although not very fresh but enough for supplies in the refrigerator, what Gala did was sweep the same room as her flat. It's not that big.
At least when Gala was about to close the door, the room Mr. Richard had a more decent place now.
Arriving at his flat, the room was still a bit dark.
"Come out," whispered Gala. He took off his smelly boots as well as his socks torn at the ends. Not to mention the elastic is not too strong gripping his legs. The blue light slowly illuminates Gala's chaotic living room. It was different from what Gala had taken the time to tidy it up.
"Are you hungry?"
Gala moved lazily towards her rickety sofa. Gala has done a lot of fillings in almost every corner so that the foam inside the sofa doesn't stick out here and there. "Up to you. I'm tired." He lay down in a prone position. The musty smell immediately greeted Gala's nostrils but she didn't want to care. All he needed was sleep.
His body was crushed like being punched by professional boxers on TV. His fingers were a little stiff from the many things he had done all day. Not to mention his legs cramped from standing too long in the restaurant. His tailbone hurts a little. Maybe it's because he forgot to drink that it has this kind of effect.
His eyes closed, faintly he heard Dice say about the menu he wanted to eat. Gala still remembers her raising her hand slowly, a sign that she doesn't want to be disturbed. Then… the darkness greeted him. Calm and peaceful.
Seeing his master fall asleep on the sofa, made Dice shrug. He just needed to work fast to prepare dinner for his master. Between Xavier and Gala is very different. Xavier prefers to work behind the scenes. Confining himself in his personal space while continuing to improve Dice with many artificial technologies. Every now and then Dice asked Xavier to talk but the man just nodded or shook his head. Unlike Gala, who sometimes talks quite a lot.
Like… lonely?
At the end of the experiment that Xavier did on Dice, apart from having programmed him with all kinds of needs for weapons, he also put a little soul into Dice. Where he can feel the feelings of his interlocutor even without expression.
"What am I actually made of, sir?" she asked then. Xavier, who was pasting various codes and downloading them on the Dice program, was stunned.
"I don't know."
Then everything looked the same for a few years later. followed Xavier wherever he went. Every time Dice asked his destination, Xavier just shrugged his shoulders. Dice's eyes can scan all the information the other person has. Anyone. Even to the heart rate and very slow motion in case the opponent in front of him is Xavier's enemy. Maybe because of that too, Xavier always won the battle.
But it was useless in front of Xavier. Dice's access to find out more about her master has been blocked. Living with Xavier for a long time, Dice finally understands that Xavier has a tough task. In the darkness that exists, he is cut off by the transgressions that occur throughout the Metro. Bullying bravely his higher-ups to submit to the rules agreed upon thousands of years ago.
Xavier holds the keys all over the Metro. He was alone but there were thousands who wanted him to die because of his relentless way of working. Moreover, he is equipped with small dice that he can always count on to help him fight. Once Xavier rolls the dice and chooses a weapon, his only choices are to flee or die. As long as there is Xavier, Metro is quite focused, although not optimal. As far as Dice knows, Xavier's work is always demanded for more.
Dice thought at the time, Xavier must have wanted to do the destruction, especially his vicious temper and also known for being cruel when he killed his opponent. Apparently not. Xavier is still thinking about other residents who have not plunged into the darkness of Metro. He still has a heart.
Until… Xavier meets Bellamie. Dice wasn't sure what the feeling was called but Xavier seemed to really love Bellamie. Dice who noticed that, was happy. Finally the Master was no longer wandering alone. Settle in with the warmth Xavier had wanted for so long. He became increasingly opposed to the massive destruction he ordered. Not to mention the number of enemies that make him cornered. Forced to make a very difficult choice.
Dice knows that.
"If only Mr. Xavier knew what Gala's life was like, she would be very sad," he said quietly. He finished cooking, served on the table with a lot of smoke still billowing. He glanced at the young man who seemed to be fast asleep. But Dice had to wake him up. Gala hasn't eaten since this afternoon. His new master could get sick if he didn't eat dinner.
"Sir," he called softly. No response. "Master, can you wake up? Dinner is ready." This time Dice slightly jerked Gala's leg which made the young man moan softly. blinked slightly as he scratched his face. Then closed again. "Sir. Don't blame me if you get surprised later."
He touched Gala's bare feet. A little light escaped from his fingertips. Then …
"ARGH!!!" Gala got up immediately. His body staggered to the ground near the sofa table. Where near the sofa table, there is a cupboard containing many old and dusty displays that have started to fall on him. "GOOD GRIEF!"
Dice just stared at Gala without any intention of helping her. "Master are you okay?"
"Did you do it on purpose?"