AphroGai

CHAPTER 1 Every teenage girl nowadays dreams to have a place she can be comfortable with, so do I. I am more than happy to lock myself in my room and doing my hobbies. Having 'me time' is the best part of my life. Weekends are my favorite days. I can play games, watching anime, reading manga or novels, and eat junk food all day! "Ey, dinner is ready! Get down here!" our maid shouted outside my room. "Yes, Yasha, coming! I'll just finish this quest then I come up soon," I replied. I called our maid Yasha short for 'yaya' and her name 'Letisha' because sounds cute. Oh, by the way, I get that idea in a television series that Yasha always watches—though I forgot the title. She always watching it like she thinks she's the protagonist. She always dreams to be pretty and here am I...dreaming that no one will shout at me again to get down for dinner. "Aphrodite! Don't wait for me to come inside your room and—" "Coming, Mom!" and my dream got vanished on that easily. By just that warning, I felt like it is already the end of the world! For Pete's sake, my mom's scream always giving me a chill down on my spine. I quickly summon my character to some spot on the map and left it there to farm. Yes, I am playing an MMORPG game that gave me the excitement to come home early every day after school. I always ask my parents to let me experience home school so I can be a super cool shut-in NEET playing computer games all day and night without worrying about going to school, but they keep on disapproving my only request! How rude they are on not granting their only daughter's wish! Before I turn the doorknob, I slowly stare back at my room. I suddenly gulp when I notice how messy my room is...if Mom enters here surprisingly again, I will surely meet some random demon in hell. But it's kinda critical...what am I suppose to choose? Clean my room first or come down already to eat dinner? Because either I choose, the other one that I don't pick will surely get Mom— "So...you are about to think which one you would choose...huh?" I gulp. I gulp again. And again. Then, when I turn around at the door...I saw the random demon earlier that came from hell. And...I swear to God that I will clean my room regularly before my Mom comes home from the office. *** "So, Ey, when will you show to us your report card from the first semester?" I already expected that doomsday will come sooner or later, so I prepared my printed grades in advance and put them in my pocket just for this moment. I boastfully show it to my parents and directly hand it over to Dad. "Here...you can start praising your very excellent daughter now," I said. After Mom chews her food, she checks the grades that my Dad holds. She began to stare doubtfully at me and say, "Are you sure it's not edited?" I express my face as I didn't expect that it will be her reaction. I mean, I always have high grades. Mom even goes meet my Adviser to ask him personally about my performance at school. And swear, I just laugh ridiculously when I saw her reaction after my Professor explains how excellent am I at school. Like...yes, I am an indifferent character when I'm at the house and when I'm at school. I enjoying my life at home by playing computer games, watching anime, and reading manga inside my room. And at school, I become more feminine like what my mother wants. Here inside the house, I am described as an inappropriate woman by Mom and a gorgeous girl from Dad. They have an extremely different point of view about me. But it can't change the fact that I am smart at school...of course, I keep studying well so Mom can't rid of my desktop and PSP. My life is nothing if they're gone. "Veronica, don't you just believe how our daughter got my diligence?" my Dad says as he smiles at Mom. Mom starts making face. "Yes, I always did." She starts alternately glared at me and Dad. "Every day, I'm having a nightmare of seeing a husband like you and a daughter who's a complete duplicate of you!" Dad and I started laughing. We both love to see how Mom got to stress out because of us. Sometimes, I'm not sure if she still joking around but it doesn't affect me anyway. "You're very good, honey. Keep it up!" Dad offers a fist bump at me and I immediately hit off my fist at his. I responded and smile. "Like Mom always says, 'That's Roberto's kid, not mine!' but then—" "Try to finish that statement and I assure you..." I shut up and just eat my dinner. I don't want to meet another demon again, not now. "How is your first week of the second semester, Ey? Do the new boys give you much special treatment again? Do you have new suitors?" Dad asked. "Dad, did you forget that we are a block section? We can't be separated until graduation day." I rolled my eyes. "Oh, then...don't you have a transfer classmate or something? As I recall at my college days, my second year at second semester, many girls transferred to my section because they learned about me." Mom glared at him. "And that's the same reason why you've got hospitalized after." "Yeah, because you broke my thumb and smashed me at the wall!" Dad glared at her too. "It's your fault! If you just behave...it won't happen!" Mom suddenly stopping herself to laugh. It's given that I have a weird family, but it's kinda disgusting how it ended like they're flirting in front of me. "Hey, stop it!" I reprimand as I glared at them both. There's a possibility that what am I thinking happens if that continues and I hardly disagree with that idea. I don't want to have a sibling. A Fortune Teller once said that if Mom got pregnant again, she'll have a son who's a perfect duplicate of her and if that's happened...that could be a nightmare! Then my eyes reach Dad's. "We have a different college day, Dad. So I presume that we also have a different experience at this stage. Besides, it's giving me 'a much' peaceful life if boys don't bug me. I don't want a boyfriend who just sees me as a beautiful and sexy woman. Love is not just about how gorgeous you are," I added as I emphasize the word 'much.' I truly believe in that! It's not that I'm not interested in boys or having a boyfriend, I try to talk to someone before. But I got bored because they were all the same. I hate the idea that every time I entertain them and ask what they like about me, they answer, 'Because you're beautiful!' so what if I'm not...then, they would not love me anymore? I got tired of that concept. I want to love a man who will see me as the real me, not the man who has just been blinded by my appearance. They both look at me. Mom talks first, "Yes, and I am fine with that. I don't want you to have a boyfriend until you can't discipline yourself on your own." I aggressively disagree as I shake my head. "I still can't believe how you see things about me, Mom." She nods. "Same here, dear." Dad interrupts us when he talks to me, "But, honey, you're already at your legal age. You should've got a boyfriend at that age! Nowadays, women who don't have a partner at their teenage stage become single at their entire life, and I—" "Dad, I am just only nineteen years old! And please...can you be more strict with me about boyfriend thingy? Some other teenage girls out there experiencing that and I want that kind of father too. How come you were the one who tells me that I should flirt? Don't you just worry if get pregnant before I graduate?" I am aware that I'm still NBSB at this age but I don't rush things. I do believe that even I turned in my twenties, many boys will keep on courting me...so I have plenty of time to choose and I have many options. It's not too late for that. I want my first to be my last also. "Honey, early pregnancy happens when the parents are not around to lecture their daughter. We are not that kind of parents and you can tell that. I am just trying to be a cool dad here, that's why I'm saying those things. And pregnancy is beyond...that. Hope you understand me," Dad answered me in a serious tone. I sigh. "Yeah, I understand you. But don't push me like you're pimping your only princess to any boys out there. Just calm down...sooner or later, I'll get one. Okay?" I turned my gaze to Mom when she talks. "Don't be too picky, dear. As you notice, I am not." She make face at me while slowly shaking her head. "Are you implying something?" Dad gives Mom a deadly glare. I control myself not to laugh when Mom answered him. "No! I just want her to be reminded that a simple and loving man is enough for her. What are you thinking?" And that's how my dinner goes with them. Even I don't have siblings, I am contented because I have amazing parents like them. I never experienced being alone because they always giving me enough time to bond with. And for me, that's too much blessing than a sibling. After our dinner, I felt the stress when I remembered that I need to go to bed early because tomorrow is Monday and I have class. I just hate Sunday. If I would have a chance to change the school regulations, I will add the 'No more Monday school days policy' so I can enjoy a three days weekend. And if you asked me why I hate Sundays, then just think about it... on the two days of weekends, Saturday is the day where you can relax, because on the next day...you have another rest day. But when Sunday came, you'll see that it is the end of your rest day and Weekdays are here again. I was about to fix my bed when my phone beeps. I grab it and lay down to check the message. Before I could read the message, I already know who's the one who sent it because except for my parents, only one person knows this account...my best friend, Zyrell. I have three Friendbook accounts: one for school matters and relatives, another one for games and anime stuff, and the last one is for my privacy. I rarely use the account for school because boys keep on messaging me there and it gives me more stress. Why they can't realize that I don't want to entertain them? They are the reason why I created this private account, I want privacy. I primarily do uninstall my Talkchat so no one can disturb me because the application doesn't allow the user to log out. But when Mom learned that, she said it's too troublesome and suggested that I should try creating another account where only a few people know like my parents and my best friend. Before she suggested that, I already have that idea in my mind but I just wait for them to realize it so I can avoid the lecture part. Well, the lecture part is a little bit exaggerated to describe but that's how my parents react to some little things. With the help of a private account, since I always stay here, I achieve my goal of having a peaceful life and I can easily switch to the other two accounts if needed without re-installing the application. I read Zy's message and I got frustrated by it! [Hey, I want to remind you that we have homework. I hope you've done.] "Why do nightmares come at me when I'm still awake?!" I raised my voice to let my annoyance go away. I resented as I get up. Instead of having an early sleep for my last night of the weekend, I will rather spend it doing my homework.