Don't Call Me Beautiful...!

Chapter 25 Arief Putra Wijaya.

Or this was his plan, giving me a lot of money to get him off the hook..

If that's true, you Rif really have heart.

POV Beautiful End.......

Now we see POV Arief yes, where did the prospective father go, is it true he ran away from responsibility, or is there another reason, let's cekidot....

We start from the beginning....

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Arief POV....

My name is Arief son of Wijaya, I am the 2nd son of a father named Adrian Wijaya, and a mother named Galuh Putri Adini.

Papa is an Army officer of the rank of Major General. My mom is an interior designer..

I have an older sister named Nadine daughter of Wijaya, she works as an OBGYN in a well-known hospital in the city of flowers, and I also have a younger brother whose age is only 2 years from me, his name is Argantara son of Wijaya.

Since childhood We lived with the upbringing of a strict father, we were educated hard and disciplined, only I was spoiled and weak.

Papa taught his children to be like him.

My sister of course she doesn't want to because she's a girl, and prefers to be a doctor.

I also had no interest at all in being like Papa, whose nomadic life moved around, where he was assigned, where we lived, I'm an unsociable person, a nomadic person, if you keep moving places.

Papa is also very fierce, very rigid, even what he teaches his children is only discipline, decisiveness, courage, and others, while I prefer to be like Mama whose life is full of imagination and warmer than papa.

Mama is very much in line with me, she is gentle loving, kind and one more, she never curbs her children mama always gives us the freedom to choose whatever we like..

Another with me and my brother, my sister Arga just the opposite, she really wants to be a TNI Army soldier, her body is big, a little taller than me, her body is strapping, her face fierce like a papa.

While Nadine and I look more like a mama who blaster Bali and Germany..

From the birth of my life is very prosperous, It seems only by winking, the money has accumulated quite a lot, not because we commit crimes or science that is not-no, but we and our family were taught to be independent people, able to make their own money early on..

Since I was Junior High I helped my mother in a company owned by a private mother, the company was engaged in interior design, and also Architecture.

Of course my hobby is drawing, then I can easily imagine drawing the designs that consumers of the company mama want.

With that even though I was in school I already had my own income.

My papa was transferred to Bandung, I don't know why I want to join papa and go to school here, but usually I prefer in Jakarta where I was born.

Here I entered a normal country Junior High not a favorite Junior High School, I want to try to get along with the village children, I want to know what their lives are like, and mingle with them.

The first day I went to school, I met a girl, she seemed different from the other girls, she always looked down, she seemed shy..

That day we all introduced ourselves, in front of the class when it was the girl's turn, all the children shouted at her, booing her..

'Heyy why are you guys behaving like that, isn't that so disrespectful'

Are you blind, she's so sweet to me, she's so sweet..

He ran to his seat in the back corner, he was crying, I knew what he was feeling, must have been very sick in such a humiliation, I was sorry for him.

I invited him to meet, instead of shaking my hand back, he was dumbfounded to see me, why? is there something wrong with me?.

We got acquainted and I felt strange about myself, something I felt when I shook his hand, a feeling I had never felt before...

The introduction period at my new school runs how many days, that day we are assigned to group and make a masterpiece about the effects during the orientation period here..

I've got a group with the other boys, we're 4 guys.

But I saw that Beautiful just kept quiet like she did not get any group friends, so I finally decided to join her and create a new group of only 2 people,.

I feel sorry for her Just because her name is Beautiful Jelita, if she becomes the material of Bulian children and is shunned by them. These people are really immoral in my opinion, shrinking someone just because of her name and face.

We make 3-dimensional paintings, actually I do it myself, he just helps, somehow I really want to show my ability to draw to him, I want him to admire me..

Whether by chance or fate, he and I were in the same class, 1H class, as I thought he must be sitting in the left corner again, so I chose the bench in front of him, he didn't seem to realize I was in front of him...

"hey, find who? looking for me?" ask him, I'm a geer base once.

of course, he did not want it, where he might also be looking for a stranger like me.

He introduced himself back in front of the class,

''my name is Gorgeous Jelita, from SDN...

Just call me duck"

'Geez Beautiful why should be called ducks, you will be mocked again by them.'

They had lips like they were not in school, insulting people without feeling guilty at all..

The longer I know her, the more I care about her, the more I want to protect her, I don't want to have another child hurt her, she's like my sister I have to protect, but I'm sure I consider her more than just my own sister.

What's more when I saw her faint during the ceremony, without further ado I raised her body, and brought her to the UKS room ,somehow I feel like Superman has a lot of energy to carry someone whose weight is almost the same as mine..

They looked at me in wonder, when I ran carrying the beautiful, I was so panicked, what was wrong with her..

I waited for him until he realized, apparently he fainted because he had not yet had breakfast.

Yes I had to buy him breakfast so that his condition improved, I proposed to him to go home, but he did not want to, he instead cried..

'Why cry again Beautiful, your tears really hurt my heart'

Seeing her cry made me want to protect her again and again...

I took her to class, the other kids were teasing us...

''cie cie y'all dating huh...?"