"Got... I bought the items you asked for and put them here."
I didn't turn to look at the speaker, I' focuse on quickly applying watercolor to use the wet-on-wet technique.
However, it seems that the quality of the paper I using isn't to my liking. In the end, I just sigh and give up on continuing because I lost my spirit.
"Thank you."
I said without even turning to look at Ongsa, my former neighbor who had become one of my father's subordinates and now responsible for taking care of me depending on what I asked.
"Aren't you painting anymore?"
"I'm feeling down. Things aren't going my way today."
"You're getting more impatient."
I throw the paintbrush away in frustration and looked out the window. I'd been locked inside for two weeks, just sitting and painting. Art was the only thing I invested my time in, that brought me happiness and helped me pass the time.
Each day would pass quickly without having to worry about the outside world, but now that doesn't work anymore.
Lately, I've become restless and distracted, my mind not focused on the work in front of me, but on someone else, wondering what she might be doing right now.
"Got!"
Get's loud voice echoed just before she walked in. The closed door was slammed open, as if it had been kicked. I looked at my younger sister, whose constant mood swings were starting to get on my nerves.
"What?"
"I heard you made Daddy buy a TV station?"
"Not exactly. It's just shares... enough to run the station."
I crossed my arms, looking at my sister irritate.
"Why are you asking?"
"Well, can you tell the people at the station to give good news about me? Only the positive things. What's the point of having our own channel if we don't use it?"
"You mean spreading fake news? Don't forget that journalists have ethics too. Turning a bad person into a good one is lying."
"Hey, stop being such an idiot!"
At least today, I managed to smile teasing my own twin. That's true, if Get hadn't reminded me, I would have forgot that our family had enough shares in that digital channel to interfere in its affairs. Ever since my heartbreak, I forgot everything.
"You know, instead of focusing on this kind of news, why don't you build a new reputation? Doing good work would be easier."
"Don't be so idealistic! What I went through is not just ordinary news. Now, everywhere I go, I'm embarrassed because of that stupid page."
"Don't blame that page. If there was no dirt, there wouldn't be a scandal. You created the situation, so they were able to dig it up and use it against you later. If you want to blame someone, blame yourself."
"Are you trying to start a fight with me? I came to ask for help... Fine! If you're not going to help, then don't. I'll figure it out myself. Idiot twin!"
"Bleh!"
I stuck my tongue out at Get as she stomped off, and then sighed. Ongsa, who hadn't moved the whole time, watched our sisterly argument and shook his head, as if he get used to it.
"You two, sometimes you love each other, and sometimes you hate each other. I can't keep up with your moods."
"Siblings must fight like this. If we loved each other too much, it would be disgusting. Otherwise, Thor, the God of Thunder, wouldn't have made billions. Do you think people watch him just to see him create electricity?"
