The afternoon light fills the living room with warmth, enveloping you and your older brother, Bagas. You were sitting next to each other on the couch, enjoying your little free time. You feel bored, and Bagas, as usual, is lost in his own world, busy with his cell phone.

A small rubber ball is lying on the table. You took it, holding it tightly in your hand. With a mischievous smile, you threw it towards Bagas. The ball shot at high speed, hitting his head right in the forehead.

Bagas gasped in surprise, frowning. "Ouch!" exclaims. He picked up the ball and threw it back at you with the same force. You caught it easily, then threw it again. The ball throwing game begins.

The longer it goes, the more exciting the game becomes. The little rubber ball becomes a projectile that flies between you. Laughter and screams filled the living room, driving away the enveloping boredom.

But, Bagas was starting to get annoyed. He doesn't like losing. Without realizing it, he gripped the ball too tightly, until the ball became deflated. He threw it at you with all his might. The ball hit your face, making you wince in pain.

"Ouch!" you scream. You held your reddened cheeks. "It hurts!"

Bagas looks at you with a sharp gaze. "Sorry," mutters. "I did it on purpose."

Good, without guilt, returns to focusing on his cell phone. You feel angry and upset. With all your might, you threw the deflated rubber ball towards his face.

The ball hit his cheek squarely, making his cell phone fall to the floor. Bagas gasped. He looks at you with an angry look.