God Girl
chapter 01
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PLAKK!!
It's still morning, but his father's face has become an easy target from his father's slap.
His body collapsed with his head almost hitting the edge of the bed. Fortunately he had avoided, but still he could feel the pain of his face that hit the mattress due to the condition of the mattress is hard.
"Satanic child!" maki the father while grabbing the long hair of his daughter. His head looked up with a strong pulled scalp pain. "How dare you lie to me, your own father! Not that I said last night, it didn't take long! you intentionally yes, let me get bogem same as Rian's men? Huh uh?!" he said, along with the increasing strength of the pull of hands on his daughter's hair.
"Lo look at my face! lookie! My face became bonyok gini because you did not come last night! Satan!" maki the father again, while jerking roughly his hand which was grabbing the girl's hair.
Felicia Chesta girl, or the familiar one called Girl. Grimacing withstanding the pain in his cheeks and also his scalp.
Seen some strands of hair that fell out scattered on the floor, as a result of the jubilant father just now.
Her tears fell down her cheeks. Again his father roughed him up like this. Even though the treatment of her father like that often received, the girl was still silent and could not repay the actions of her father.
"Sorry well, all night I do not know if I digerjain the task until that late." explained the girl with a bit of aversion due to her crying.
Last night before going to work with some friends, he had promised his father not to go home for the night. But the truth is girls don't know if the task will be that hard to do. So make him deny the promise that has been made with his father, which is to go to a hotel to meet Rian⸺, an om-om and the big boss of one of the companies that are quite famous.
"Pinter really did not miss it." Arman pressed down firmly on the cheek of the Girl without the slightest mercy. "Lo thought I'd believe it, huh?! goddamn it!" arman, while jerking the grip of his hand on the cheek of Girl, to make the face of Girl turned sideways.
The pain is getting worse on both the cheeks and the head. His hair was already disheveled is not clear due to the actions of the father who grabbed it earlier.
"I don't want to know anyway. Last night you have to come to Rian's place. Just be careful if you find a reason not to come, I will love you a lesson! understand?!"
"But Well, om Rian was the guy rough fit again play. I'm scared."
"Gue doesn't care! As long as he gives me a lot of money. You should be grateful that Rian wants to makek lo again. that's a sign, dias like the same service that you love! So do not mostly complain that is not clear! Understand??"
The girl just silently did not answer with a hand that was even still holding her painful cheek. Sometimes he does not understand, why God gave him a father figure who did not even have the slightest compassion for his own biological daughter.
If normally the father will generally keep and protect his daughter out there. Contrary to the reverse with his father who actually had the heart to sell the virginity of Girl, when he was just stepping on the beginning of High School at that time.
"God! Do I not talk about it?! Even diem aja lo. Mute?!" snapped at the father. Making the girl finally answer in a frightened stammering tone.
"I-iya yeah. I understand." Answer the girl, surrender.
"Well, that's dong. So the child should be gini. Same thing old people say."
PRANGS!!
The noise came from one of the rooms in the simple house.
Arman growled with the noise his wife always made there. "Ck! That's one more. I can't do anything one day to stress me out in this house! basic, you're not good!"
Then circulate the view around him⸺ look for something like rope or whatever it is that can be used to tie.
When he was able, Arman immediately took it and went into the room in question, but the Girl had swiftly taken action⸺restraint his father went to the camp in question.
"Well, what do you want to do with that rope?" ask the girl while holding her father's hand.
"It's none of your business! move over!" he snapped, hoping the girl would step aside soon.
"Didn't dad at that time promise not to be rude to you, as long as I follow what you want? I beg you, don't hurt mom, let me take care of you." Pinta Girl with her cries. Too afraid of the actions that the father will take this time in the face of his mother's attitude that is often rampaged due to his disturbed psychology.
Throwing the rope rough, Arman then said to give a warning to his son. "Urus is a crazy one! I don't want to see that room fall apart! Know?!" arman's hand pointed towards the room in question. While he was talking with the head of the girl using one hand the other.
There is no significant resistance from the girl, because the rough treatment of her father has become daily food for her. As long as his father does not play hands with his mother, he does not care if he should be treated like this.
The girl nodded at her father's words earlier. Then he walked into the room when his father had passed away.
The door of the room opened, when the Girl had opened the lock slot.
He immediately crouched down, picking up broken pieces of dishes that were already messy with rice and side dishes splattered everywhere. Patiently and painstakingly, the girl did so until the room came back clean.
Then approached his mother who was now quietly with disheveled hair, legs tied to chains, and also a blank look dark⸺because in fact, his mother could not see the consequences of an illness she suffered.
"Mother, why don't you eat the food I've made?" said the girl, with tears in her eyes. Of course his mother did not answer and just quietly hugged his knees.
There is absolutely no soft bed in the room.there is only a mat that has been blinded inedible age. The only bed for his mother to sleep from the cold floor at night.
The girl decided to take a comb in the room, then help comb her mother's hair attentively. As if it had become his daily routine.
Every morning he had to wake up to take care of his mother and cook for breakfast. Tiredness that whack, often ignored.
Not to mention when night comes.
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The sound of a bang on the door of the room sounded deafening. Two maids in the big house then whispered afraid of the attitude of his employer which is often like this if one of his sons act.
Adhyastha Dewa, one of his twin sons, returned home at dawn. Either all night the boy went to the nightclub where again, which is clear from the CCTV footage he saw this morning, he could see his son coming home in a slightly staggering state.
"GOD! PAPA SAID OPEN THE DOOR!" For the umpteenth time the cry of the father is ignored by the owner of the name.
The door to the next room was open due to being quite disturbed by a loud scream from the father.
Adhyastha Juna, the twin of God asked the father, the cause of his father screaming like this. "What's the reward? so angry in the morning?"
"Here, the God your brother. Last night he came home at dawn again.Papa was very sure that he must still be sleeping now."
"Papa's sure, the gods are still sleeping? maybe he got up and went to school?" Juna tried to calm down.
Indeed Juna and Dewa are two twin brothers who have very different dispositions. If the famous God always makes a tantrum because of frequent brawls or fights, wild racing, even to the point of drunkenness when going to nightclubs. In contrast to Juna who always gets more attention because they often boast parents with the achievement of values they have at school.
"where possible. Look at the room is still locked like this."
"But Juna just heard the sound of God's motorbike outside the reward."
"What are you really?" the papa is not sure. Juna is afraid to lie to protect his twin.
"Yes pah, really. Look at it if you don't believe it. The god's motor is not there."
Kristine finally came out to make sure of herself. And sure enough, the God motor is no longer there. Whether the child goes to school or not.
What is clear, Krishna asked Juna to tell him if God truant again at school later.
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The girl who had just stepped down from the angkot, seemed busy covering the bruise on the left cheek using her long hair.
The sound of a motor horn from behind, made him turn to find out.
The motor sport stopped right in front of him.
The biker opened the helmet glass. With a dazzling smile, he greeted the idol. "By honey, ride the gih! we're just entering."
"E-don't. I'd rather walk." The girl then walked quickly away from Juna - while looking down, hiding a bruise on her left cheek.
"Who? Girl why the hell, not usually so." muttered Juna, astonished at the strange attitude of his girlfriend.
Juna immediately runs his bike back-following his Girl in a hurry. But unfortunately, he had difficulty chasing, while he had to put the bike first in the parking lot before entering.
The girl sped up her pace - sometimes a little run for the sake of being able to dodge Juna. In fact, the girl still does not have a reason when later Juna asked about the condition of the bruise on his cheek at this time.
Just as the Girl had just entered the corridor, her steps swung in unison with a look that turned back-looking to find out if Juna was following her or not.
Unknowingly making him hit someone in front of him.
Fortunately the girl did not fall, and only complained when her face hit the chest of the field of the man.
"Sorry, I'm not--" The girl's words stopped, recognizing who the owner of the body she just hit. His feet stepped back a little.
His expression turned fearful quickly. His breath was choked with the heart that felt stopped for a few seconds.
Deities. The man's gaze was so sharp as if he wanted to skin him right now.
"D-God, I didn't mean to make-" The girl's words came to a halt as the guy in front of her suddenly stepped forward with a piercing look.
"Other times, use your eyes!" The cynics commemorate in a tone full of emphasis, then step away past the Girl by deliberately nudging her shoulders tight. To the point of pushing the girl backwards.
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