Addicted
to online games, my big brother Bagas looks like a mad man. At 2.30 AM, he is
usually still awake. From behind his bedroom door, I hear bazooka shootings and
the wailing siren of a police car. I open his bedroom door. It is dark but his
computer screen spotlight him as if he were the leading actor in a play. As I
creep up to his desk, I see his tired, red eyes with double eye bags underneath
glued to the computer. His teet are clenched as he losing the game. His right
fingers dance on the keyboard while his left hand keeps clicking the mouse. In
my mind gone wild, the thin length of tube dangling from an intravenous bag
snakes down into his vein, injecting him with aspresso concentrate. He’s fully
awake. He stinks like a skunk ! A real zombie !
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