Don't Distinguish Me

I Hate you

"Salsa, why are you talking about it?" asked Anisa who was surprised by the sentence her sister threw.

"Why is it? Is something wrong? Not like it. You're a licker!" Salsa pointed at Anisa's face with her sharp gaze. Their house is made of permanent stone and has a lot of space so that the sound in the kitchen will not be heard to the inside of their mother's room if the door is closed.

"Salsa, watch your talk! I'm your brother!" Anisa tried to be firm with her sister.

"Why? Don't like Lo? Keep on doing what? Report me to nyokap? Reportedly, there is a bokap who will buy me." Instead of apologizing, Salsa even more challenging Anisa.

"Sa, I just don't want you to get angry with me anymore. You're not tired?"

"Hes, that's it, you don't have to be pretentious with me. I like to see my mother scolded. Lo is his favorite child, right? Dih, you lickers." Salsa was grim while looking at Anisa's face.

"Sa, you can't respect me at all. I'm your sister. I love you too. Why don't you like me."

"Yes because Lo is a hypocrite! Lo it's just pretending to be diligent and good let everyone muji Lo, right? Lo we I don't hear what Lo talked to Miss Lena? I'm not a bitch, yeah. I hear everything. Surely you're happy to see me on the same lips as that old man. Keep pretending you're good to be praised by him. Thirsty Compliment Lo?"

"Astaghfirullah, Salsa, that's not it. I never thought about it until then. I sincerely believe you. You're my brother, Sa." Anisa is still trying to be nice to her sister. At least he doesn't want to get emotional.

"Haven't got to be holy-ass, Lo. You know, I'm very happy to be born to be Lo's sister."

Salsa's words also destroyed Anisa's defense. He can't hold back his tears anymore. Salsa really had the heart to tell him all that.

"Your staff, Sa. I love you so much."

"Crocodile tears. Just whenever I don't want to have a brother like Lo. Uh, but unless Lo stops being a studious ass, a Sok Solehah, keeps getting pretentious. I'm disgusted by it!" Salsa leaves Anisa without caring for her brother who is still crying. He has no mercy on his brother. Because for her the person she hated the most was Anisa.

"Dad's home!" Salsa and Anisa's father came home. Anisa immediately wiped her tears and made a glass of tea for the father. Something he always does when his father comes home from work.

The father's name is Mr. Ramli, a PNS who works at an elementary school in the area.

"Dad you home?" Salsa walked up to her father and indulged in the middle-aged man's arms.

"Yes, son, didn't you see me here?" Mr. Ramli rubbed Salsa's head gently. They also sat in the living room.

"Dad, it was Salsa clay bag really big in the Salsa subscription store. Ask for money dong." Salsa raised her hand while putting on a face.

"Lho, didn't you give me five hundred thousand yesterday to buy a bag?"

"It's Well, the tea." Anisa came and put a cup of tea on the table right in front of her father.

"Thank you, yes, Nisa," he said with a smile.

Anisa just nodded slowly while smiling gently. While Salsa throws her lips while staring cynically at the brother.

"Dad, where?" Salsa shook her father's body again to realize he was there.

"Yes, yes." Mr. Ramli immediately took his phone, then transferred some money to Salsa. "That's already a transfer."

"Well, really, Dad? Thanks, Dad!" Salsa immediately hugged her father, then went to the room while jumping for joy.

"Nisa, is your pocket money still there?" asked Mr. Ramli turned to Anisa who was closing the curtain closed due to the jump of Salsa who removed the hook.

"There's still, Dad," Anisa said as she nodded.

"Relatedly? My feelings were three weeks ago. There's still time?" Mr. Ramli was amazed by Anisa who he thought was super efficient.

"Yes, Dad."

"Where not to save? He's not as wasteful as Salsa. The only thing purchased is what matters. Always be made for alms." The Goddess ma'am came and mingled with them.

"Well, Nisa go to the kitchen first." Anisa chooses to go to the kitchen so as not to hear the debate that will occur between her parents.

"No papa dong, ma'am. As long as we can please the child, why not?"

"Yes but don't be too potent, Dad. That would be a poor boy looking for work. I was lectured aloft, he knew it was even smashing at home. Try if Anisa who was lectured, surely now she has succeeded."

"Mom, don't do it, dong. We cannot predict the fate of people. Salsa may one day become a successful entrepreneur. We don't know. At that time, Nisa graduated from High School right after Dad had a car installment, so he could not go to college. And when Salsa graduated High School, my dad's car installments paid off. It would seem that Salsa is the bearer of sustenance. Same with Anisa. Didn't you know when Anisa was born? All our possessions are lost because they were deceived. Then Anisa had to have surgery because of bleeding in the head due to a fall and at that time the father was not yet a PNS. It's a big cost, Mom. Dad until the mortgage certificate home," interrupted Mr. Ramli.

"Kok Dad, so you're gonna kill Anisa? It's all fate. It's not like he we're being tricked or he's sick. Udahlah, Dad if invited to debate certainly turn Anisa mulu. I'm going to the store first!" Ms. Dewi immediately left her husband and went to her clothing store in the market.

From the kitchen came a sobbing from Anisa. He heard a conversation between his mother and father. Turns out to be true, his father thought of himself as an unlucky carrier.