Flowers for Zara
Chpts. 1 - Story of My Life
Zara Mahyra Gunawan's.
My name is Zara Mahyra Gunawan, but I prefer to be called Ara without any Gunawan frills behind it.
I am the only daughter of a Man named Mahendra Gunawan and a Woman named Winingsih. Somehow the beginning of their love story so that it can give birth to me into this world, even when Mahendra is still the husband of Casandra Gunawan. And at that time they had a daughter who was three years older than me Leona Calista Gunawan.
I live with papa, since birth I was taken by him and raised by a nanny without knowing how my real mother's face. All I know about him is his name. I feel a mother's affection only from my nanny, and even Aunt Sandra won't let it. Because every time I feel close and affectionate with the nanny, Aunt Sandra immediately fires her and replaces her with a new nanny. And so on until now I'm 17. Throughout my memory of living in that house I was never treated well by him, not even by my own father. For papa, with the material is enough to make me happy. He was always busy with his work, never at home. Even at home, he always quarreled with Aunt Sandra, as usual the quarrel happened because of my existence in this house.
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"Good morning Bunny, we're still awake in this house. No, not a house, but hell. Hahhhh, can't wait for graduation day, so I can quickly leave here”. Ara while staring at her beloved doll while sighing deeply.
The girl then took a shower and went down to the dining room for breakfast. There is already Leona and aunty Sandra who are eating, besides there is bi Jami who is preparing breakfast for Ara.
“Good morning Non Ara, please this is her favorite milk and bread also”. Sapa aunt.
“Morning is also bi, thanks”. Sapaku while sitting at the dining table accompanied by sister and aunt Sandra who suddenly moved from her seat.
“Let's go, mommy won't sit down with this bastard”. He said as he pulled Leona's hand.
“Oiya bi, as per our agreement of the day. Today last yes, for the salary I have transferred. So this afternoon aunt can pack up and leave this house, thanks for her help all this time”. Aunt Sandra without turning towards aunt, then just leave us. I was confused by aunt's intentions while looking deeply into aunt's eyes, then he came up to me and hugged tightly.
“Ia non, it's my last day working here. Forgive aunt ya non, not the intention of aunt to leave non Ara”.he said while crying and hugging me tighter.
Finally arrived today, again when the aunt of the nanny who worked at home was getting close to me and we started to love each other. With the help of aunty dismiss them and find a new job. And aunt who's been working here for a long time, I can't do it anymore. Had enough. Inner Ara while holding back her cries.
“Non where to go?”. Ask auntie while pulling my hand.
“You go to auntie's, ask why you always do something like this. I can no longer afford bi. I don't want to lose the person I love anymore”.
“Already non, no papa. Even though I don't work here anymore. We can still meet, non can play at aunt's house occasionally ko”. Aunty while squeezing and stroking the back of my hand.
“But bi". Quiet for a moment "Right bi not papa if I play at aunt's house?”.
“Of course not papa non”. I can no longer afford this kind of treatment. But aunt held me, after all, this year is also my last year living in this house. After graduating high school, I'll be out of this house soon. My conversation with my aunt ended that day, after breakfast I helped my aunt pack up and drove her home. Next I went to school to finish administration and everything related to graduation. I can't wait to feel freedom without feeling humiliated and tormented in that house again.
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