Don't Consider Us Weak
Thirty-one:Charlie Brown
The house is a magnificent white gray, the house is a little spacious and many plants grow there. In the trunk there is one luxury car and three motorcycles with different types. In front of the gate was a small post for guards.
This house was very majestic and inside it was so spacious, precious items were there. All facilities are very fulfilled and there are many helpers here there are about 8 helpers. And there is one servant that his master can trust. The middle-aged woman is already 42 years old. He was a maid who had worked here long before a small employer was born in the world. Her name is Zulia.
The woman was cleaning things. He heard there was a riot on the second floor, the sound of claps was heard up to the ground floor. Zulia stood up and looked up at the top floor, which happened to be cleaning things around there. His face became alarmed at Mr. Brown's snaps. It seems Mr. Brown is scolding his son.
In the room there was one man wearing a suit so neatly staring at the angry boy. "Dad already said! Don't fight. How many times have you told me about Dad! Keep fighting until your face bruises so!"angry father but the young man in front of him was looking at father a little irritated because he was never supportive at all.
"Dad,Charlie told you. This is because Charlie's upperclassman likes to bully Charlie, father." replied Charlie honestly while staring at his father who expressed anger until both cheeks he reddened emotions.
Drew let out a long sigh turning his face to Charlie. "As far as you!you still never admit that you're in school always fighting, hanging and fighting." he said and just walked out of Charlie's room.
The blonde-haired youth looked at his father's back, sad. He closed the door of the room, causing a loud noise. Charlie was sitting in his study chair, he had no idea what his father had been thinking all along. Charlie's gaze looked at the entire room which was arguably spacious, comfortable and clean. Having luxury vehicles, fulfilled home facilities, food is always luxurious. Charlie's life is perfect. However, he lacked the affection of his master.
His father was busy with work and often returned home at night, the worst of which was that he never sat Charlie in the sport of achievement that is karate. Charlie once whined to ask his father to come to a karate event where he would target gold.
At first, the father came to encourage Charlie when his father got the phone he believed from the office. His father was in a hurry and left Charlie alone. At the time of the incident Charlie felt down and went home with a silver medal.
If he was serious and focused, that gold dig would be his. Charlie's dark days are painful and this perfect life is just worldly, he doesn't get affection.
Mom goes abroad to deal in business and her dad is also busy with his job. All busy themselves to the point of not having time to spare for his only son, Charlie.
Both of his eyes had blocked tears and that second Charlie was crying bitterly begging him to get family affection and both his parents saw the achievements of his son following the karate he had practiced since class 5 SD-S.
The door to the room opened to find Ms. Zulia, the maid who had been babysitting Charlie this big. Ms. Zulia approached Mr. Charlie, "excuse me Mr. Charlie." said as polite as possible to the master's son.
Charlie rubbed his tears with his right back and turned to find Bu Zulia, the person who had cared about Charlie all this time. People who have been nurturing him since childhood until adolescence. Charlie smiled, "what's the matter?Ma?"ask Charlie.
The woman's face was so worried for Charlie that she was afraid of Mr. Drew. "Instead of Mr. at home being scolded by Mr. Drew mending to grandma's house or karate practice" he said, giving input to Charlie. The young man smiled wryly at Bu Zulia's sentence, the name karate.
He still ngedown in the sport of karate and felt that he could not be taught, could only trouble others. Charlie put on a dim face and was desperate. Ms. Zulia smiled and patted Charlie slowly on the shoulder, "Master, there's no need to worry. Ms. Zulia will continue to support you. Later if there is a karate race, I will come to the race."enter Bu Zulia so that Charlie does not feel down and despair with his ability.
Charlie smiled faintly and hugged Bu Zulia tightly. "Thank you, Bu. Ms. Zulia has always supported Charlie and knows how I feel right now. Miss Zulia is like my own real mother who cares about Charlie and is afraid Charlie is okay?"charlie said happily and hugged tightly Bu Zulia.
The middle-aged woman smiled and returned the embrace of her little employer. If he saw Charlie always remembered with the two girls in his house, he had not returned home for a long time for daily needs. They let go of that tight hug.
Charlie looked at Bu Zulia smiling. "I want to ask Ms Zulia something?"he said that made Bu Zulia curious, what was asked by Bu Zulia.
Charlie raised his index finger, "first, I'd like to be called Charlie. There are no frills in front of my name 'Master'. If anyone protests it's Charlie's own request. Special Miss Zulia."
then the middle finger was raised marked second, "The second thing is that I have considered Bu Zulia as my own birth mother and Bu Zulia is also the closest person to Charlie."
"Third one!"charlie shouted up his ring finger marked with the last request that Charlie would call,"...Thank you to Ms. Zulia for taking care of me from childhood until now. And until you know your favorite items start small to large ones. My mom and dad don't know what my favorite stuff is. And the most I want from the three I mentioned earlier is that I want a simple house and a life of contentment." Charlie went on to mention three requests and what he wanted long ago.
He was bored with this kind of treasure-filled life. He wants to live a prosperous and loving life of parents, then that is called perfect. Ms. Zulia had long heard the grievance of Charlie, her small employer who constantly hoped to gain the affection of her parents. He knows exactly the attitude of Mr. Brown and Mrs. Brown is very fond of their careers and they forget that there is Charlie.
"I want to say goodbye first. Want to cook in the kitchen." said a little down and went out of Charlie's room. The 14-year-old gave a rough sigh and he did nothing at home just relaxing. Glancing at the clock already showing the number 3 in the afternoon, he rushed to pick up a towel and ran in the bathroom that was in his bedroom.
Finished cleaning up, he stared at the reflection of the shadow in his mirror. Lots of bruises on his face because of the blow from the upperclassmen who always turn in income trading cakes and pocket money. He vividly remembered what the upperclassman had often heard, often disturbing Charlie.
"Look at Charlie, the rich man's son! He has a lot of money but he also sells cakes near the market. Sometimes he put it in the cafeteria" said the first-class brother.
"Yes. He also said that he was smart martial arts that is karate. Eh even he does not fight us and is not very good at karate. I guess it's just a rumor that isn't true hahahaha."so the other upperclassmen laughed mockingly.
Those words were always stirred in both of Charlie's ears. His heart ached and grew longer and longer. He looked at the face in front of the mirror and began monologuing towards his reflection.
"Where was the old Charlie?Charlie is always jolly and brave to fight the dangers outside. Those who dare to resist will get a counterattack. But what am I doing?I'm getting away from my achievements, my dreams since childhood to be a tough guy, I'm a coward. Cowards who resigned and get bruises like this." tears have been dammed.
"I-I can't do any of that. I had to start all over." she said desperately looking down. Her heart was no longer strong enough to endure the tremendous heartache of having to hear the anger of her father who had no idea what had really happened to Charlie.
In my father's eyes, Charlie was just a bully and fight-loving kid and got bruised like this. His father thought that Charlie's karate had a purpose: to fight.
"I don't like Charlie. The child must be punished always if he comes home with bruises, every day! Just pissed me off." she was upset when she wanted to go to the office. Charlie happens to pass by and hears a dislike from his father. He was very upset with his father who always said no.
Charlie's soul was now extremely desperate, he could not rise from this already desperate soul. Due to the lack of support from his parents. Suddenly he felt something strange from inside his body, something so amused that Charlie laughed.
"Hehe, what's my body?I feel so amused?"he said with his little laugh. The young man's body continued to feel amused he did not know why he felt amused like this when nothing tickled his body at all.
Then the tingling disappeared just like that and Charlie heaved a sigh of relief at last the tingling disappeared as well. He looked back at the mirror, his eyes perfectly rounded - shocked.
*Don't Consider Us Weak*
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