Don't Call Me Beautiful...!

chapter 1 " Me "

POV Beautiful:

My name is Beautiful Jelita, but my face is not as beautiful as my name, my life is not as beautiful as my name.

I was born as the youngest of 3 children, all my brothers, I was like the golden boy in my father's eyes, they always spoiled me, whatever I wanted I always got, I was like, even though I had to sacrifice the wishes to my 2 sisters..

Therefore, my brother considered my father to be favoritism to me, Dad always reasoned because I was a daughter, so always I was the one that was prioritized by my father.

Since childhood I was always made fun of by my brother or my friend, My name is Beautiful Jelita but my face and appearance is like a bad duck.

If I could just change my name to a more natural name, I hate why you gave me that name, Pretty Jelita, a name that really hurt my feelings. a name that really made me alienated by everyone, blasphemed, humiliated, including by my own brother..

Supposedly if a sister is run over by someone else, there is her brother who will defend desperately, even though his sister is wrong, but not with me, even though I am right I am always wrong in my brother's eyes, my brother, and my brother, it seems like my brother hates me, especially my first brother. he is only 4 years away from me, his name is brother Dewa Yudistira, while my second brother Rama Mahendra, he is 2 years older than me, he is 2 years older than me, only brother Rama I think still cares about me even if it's just a little.

When I was a kid I didn't have many friends, I was always ostracized, no one asked me to play, when I wanted to mingle with them,

they even mocked my name, though,,

"The Beautiful item, the Ugly Beauty, the Pugly Beauty"

I don't want to hear them say it like that, I get sick when they make fun of me like that, My heart breaks even if it's just a child's mockery, but I'm a child just like them, too, from then on it was better to avoid them, than to have to meet them and hear them mock me.

The boys were playing in front of my house, they were in a group, but no one asked me to play, I wanted to feel like I went out and get them to mingle with them but I was afraid, I was afraid to accept rejection, I could only peek behind the window, see them laughing, I laughed alone there, smiled and talked to myself, as if I were with my friend.

And then I cried, cried in silence, cried without a sound, only tears running down my chaby cheeks,,,,, you know,,,

" Darling why don't you come play with them outside,?" ask mom.

" I'd like to go inside, ma'am" that's the answer I think is most appropriate .

" Why are you crying?"

"It looks like my eyes are getting dusted, ma'am"

Yes, that's the reason I always say when I cry.

I never expressed my feelings, even to my own parents, I always harbored all those feelings myself.

Ever since I sat on the SD bench, I've always taken the corner seat, the most invisible bench, what reason? the reason is that no one sees me from behind, I'm ashamed, I don't have confidence, even when I look up I'm ashamed to see myself.

Until I stepped on the bench of Junior High, I was still the same person, Sicantik ugly, My name is Beautiful but my face is ugly, Actually if only they do not insult me, I am very beautiful, I have absolutely no objection to having such an ugly face.

When the orientation period arrives, all the children in my group one by one of them introduce themselves in front of the class...

until it was my turn.

" Hello, my name is Beautiful Jelita, I'm from SDN 1..."

Huuuu huuu, they all made fun of me.

" His name is beautiful, her face is ugly"

At that moment I ran to my bench, they cheered me, laughed at me, It hurts, it hurts as sick as it hurts.

" Your children should not behave like that." The teacher calmed them all down, But in vain, they kept laughing at me.

They finally fell silent after the teacher's mother kicked the table.

Even though I had a defense from the teacher, I was still sick, I cried in silence, it was only the first day that I set foot on the Junior High but they made my mental collapse.

It felt like right then I wanted to go home, and cry in the arms of my father and mother, I wanted to say

"Mom I don't want to go to school anymore, I want to quit school, I'm ashamed I'm ashamed Mom, they always make fun of me, I'm ashamed."

At that moment I lowered my head, buried my face in the table that filled both my hands.

Then a boy sitting in front of me reached out his hand.

"Hallo, my name is Arief Putra Wijaya, I am from SDN 2..."

He smiled kindly at me.

His face was handsome, his skin was white, his nose was pointed, his smile was sweet, It seems like he is from the city.

I looked at it deeply, it was impossible for me that anyone would want to meet me.

"Why silence?" Ask,

I returned his hand.

"My name is Beautiful Jelita"

Looking at our hands that were shaking hands, very contrasting, like milk chocolate, I immediately pulled my hands, I was embarrassed.

"Greetings yes, maybe we can be friends." Say it then

he turned his face back towards the front.

"Friends?" my answer.

God, just this time there's a kid who wants to be friends with me, this really feels like a dream.

When the break came, he did the same thing to all the kids in my class, it turned out that not only was he good to me, but to everyone.

For 3 days my school held a MOPD (Didic Participants Orientation Period), many activities that required me to group, but none of them wanted a group with me.

But again Arief extended his hand to me.

" Beautiful, just one group with me, I haven't got a group yet, we're alone"

" Is that really ?" I doubt about Arief.

Arief just nodded slowly.

I can't believe there's a kid that good, even I saw that he got the group, but he was willing to leave the group and even invite me to a group with him.

It makes no sense, there are still good children in this world, as good as Arief.

At that time the task is a masterpiece that shows the message and impression during the orientation period.

Arief moved next to me, really he did not feel disgusted near me like other children.

We made paintings, really he was very good at painting, I only helped a little, the rest he did it himself, I felt like he was just his assistant, who took this and that.

Finally the period of student orientation ended today, today also means that as the last day I was in this group, the upperclassman directed us to see the announcement that was in the Mading school, which is the last day, in which class we will be placed.

I see, I don't have my name in class A, B, C, D, E, F, G, neither do I look carefully at class H, do I have my name, and sure enough I went to class H.

At that time my little heart begged God, may Arief also be a class with me, not yet I saw his name, someone patted my shoulder.

" Hey pretty, we're in class again."

arief was really my classmate.

"Certainly that?"