AL And EL

the Eighteen Miracle

"Open up is the phase where we understand what we need"

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When the door was opened four men were playing ps under the stairs. El hesitates to step up, but where else would he go if not his room. Escaping her only until seven p.m., the rest of Glori asked her to be at home.

When Eviana died in an accident that night, Glori took her home, El refused, she would rather live alone than mess with the happiness of Glori's family, her father. But the reason for education is what makes El dragged into the world Glori, El had made a request, where he wanted to go home at seven to do his hobby. Glori did not know what hobby El meant, as long as El did not make a tantrum, Glori would obey.

In the second step, one of Kharisma's friends turned his head, the man with the slash, the thick eyebrows, was raising his chin.

"Who's Ma?"

The person called immediately turned his head, staring with a sly grin on his face

"A bastard" Kharisma said, then turned towards the screen.

It seems that ps is more attention than the presence of his stepbrother.

No one intended to start talking, El took a step forward, climbing the stairs to get to his room

"Lo look at that shameless bastard, he's still staying in people's homes"

When Kharisma's words are heard, El stops his steps

"Ha ha "the response given by friends charisma is fairly simple. It might be a bit confusing to talk about family issues.

"Well, I'm maklumin, he's just like his mama. The one whore that one bastard son of"

That sentence made El clench his teeth. He didn't want to hear anything else, he stepped in. Slam the door and lay down on the bed.

If there was a better choice, she also did not want to be born from the womb of a mistress. He also does not want to always be insulted about who his father is.

If he can choose, it is better that he is not born into the world, it is better that he is not born in the womb of his mother. As far as he asked for , his life rotation would continue to spin like this.

Illicit child, could it be a mistake?

El sighed, hiding his face behind the pillow.

El can't hate his mother, won't. Whatever the reason she became a mistress, El would accept it, perhaps indeed the rotation of life given by God should be like this.

Tok tok tok tok

There was a knock from outside the door. El opened the door, looking at Glori who was throwing a smile at him.

"Can papa come in?" ask Glori

El nodded, what right did he have to refuse.

"Papa hasn't been in here in a long time"

Glori scoured every corner of the room, paying close attention to El's Chemistry assignment which he rolled on the table. The cardboard roll Glori opened and read at a glance.

"Ever since Kharisma and his friends kept this room to play games, papa hated this room"

Glori hasn't moved the focus direction away from El's chemistry assignment.

"But since you've lived here, papa has always wanted to come here"

Finally the carton came back he rolled. Turn around and look at the stiff face of his son. He patted El on the shoulder.

"Where is your hobby? Smoothly?"

El looked up, staring at Glori's brownish-black eye twinkle, wrinkled wrinkles at the corners of his eyelids, as well as almost whitened hair. El was not too close to Glori, he only knew that the man in front of him was his father when he stepped on Junior High.

A hobby? He likes to fight in the ring. According to him with him doing that, he could avenge all the pain he had. El has always had a narrow world where his movements are limited by the word "bad boy"

While in the ring, El feels that he found a vast world of his own.

El nodded with no interest, he walked towards the study table. Open a book and answer questions about physics.

"Then learn well"

After that there was only the sound of the door being closed, it meant that Glori had already walked out of El's room.

He looked at physics, elaborating on it in more detail. Since when the matter of that number can make him divert the problem, ever since he lost his first friend in SD, since he lost the precious time of rest. Since then about such a matter as being able to rest himself on the problem. Since the matter was able to make him like an anti-social person, since then the matter of making him a difficult person to talk to others.

Outside, a rowdy sound stopped his movement.

"Why, isn't he an illegitimate child?"

The screaming sound of Kharisma made him instantly close the book.

"Take care of your words" was a voice so loud that he could still hear it from inside the room.

El is unable to move, losing his right to disbelief. It feels really stuck. He couldn't get out of the house, feeling like he was trapped in a holding cell.

"When you choose Kharisma or El"

El did not know what answer Glori would give. What was clear at this moment was that his breathing was really difficult. It's like he's losing oxygen. El collapses, falls down on the floor.

The room seemed to be spinning around giving a more pressure on him. They lost defense. He was almost tired of opening his eyes, his breathing was really like a deal, stopping with the clock. By all means, he hates being in this condition.