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Karina And Her Story.

Hi-hi, before starting this story, let me introduce myself. My name is Karina, Karina Taufani. I am an only child born thirty years ago. A simple life accompanied by a good mother and a father who, although a little stupid but very, very patient, made my day filled with happiness.

Unfortunately, there is no lasting happiness in this world, right when I was six. My father and mother separated, the funny thing is I can still smile even if I just stay alone with my mother. A year passed, my mother who seemed a little tired faced everything alone. Finally carrying a nice looking man, my innocent and clueless start received him with a nod and a big smile when he asked to be my father.

What I thought could bring happiness, apparently there were only tears and a million bans from him. The hell of the world began when I entered Junior High, unclear arrangements began to be put in place. I can't be friends with anyone, I can't do group work, I can't reflect for more than five seconds, I have to go home on time. My young self, who did not know what my stepfather was hiding, thought it was all done for my own good. So that I don't get along wrong and stay under the supervision of my parents.

Until a third, when the sun is blazing. My stepfather shamelessly shouted, saying that he didn't raise me as a child. However, as a substitute for my mother's duties. Shock, of course. I cried without touching my food, my mother had no idea what was going on because she was out.

Armed with reckless capital and the strange pain I felt, I looked for a way to disappear from this world. The safest way I got was by taking a lot of high-dose medicine. I thought I could disappear without any pain, in fact I just fell asleep without waking for two days.

I'm depressed about that fact, I don't have a place to tell stories, I don't want to tell my mom anything either. Writing in a diary is not my style at all.

Third grade High School, my stepfather started harassing me with disgusting words. Don't ask me how many times the subtle whispers of the devil tell me to eliminate him if I can't disappear from this world. But I couldn't break the smile on my mother's face, created by thinking our new family was happy.

I can't stand it all, I rebelled. Once I graduated, I ran away from home without giving any news and just left a letter saying 'Don't look for me!'.

Many years passed, because of the infinite longing for the mother. I came back, just staring from afar, my mom looked skinny and there was a little girl at her side.

I tried to get closer out of curiosity about the identity of the child, who he was, what he did, what he was my mother's son and stepfather, what he was in my place, why my mother was so thin. The questions continued to spin, until my hand unconsciously held my mother's arm. "Ma ..," call me shrewd.

I saw my mother round her eyes, as if surprised to see me. He hugged me, his tears falling. My mother muttered the words why and why so many times, her hand that was holding me began to slowly beat me. I could only cry without saying anything. "Come, go home, kid!" my mother said when she calmed down.

I broke both of our arms, I shook my head slowly. "I can't, ma. And I have a reason for that, sorry!" said refuse. My eyes turned to look at the girl holding the edge of my mother's clothes. As if knowing the meaning of my gaze, my mother introduced the child. "She Namira, your sister ...," said my mother, there was a doubtful tone I caught from my mother's voice.

"really? How old is he, ma?" aska I want to know.

"Seven years, baby," my mother replied, stroking the boy's thin hair. "Actually he's your father's nephew, his mother died when he was just born. His father was mentally disturbed and could not see his son, alone!" obviously my mother whispered softly.

"So ..., why did you suddenly disappear? Why is there no news? Is something bothering you, hmm?" my mother continued, her gaze demanding an explanation.

I want to be honest, your husband ma, the one who is my stepfather wants me to take your place one day. What should I do other than go far away and disappear. My lips are too weak to say everything. Just tell me this is a small mistake I made to secure my mother's heart, I will never forget that my mother has a weak heart. He could have been why when he knew all the truth. "I just want to be independent and find happiness for me, ma. I also want to find a partner that suits me, he-he," I once again lie, for the sake of my mother's smile and health.

"At least you can send word, son. You don't know how worried your papa is when you disappear." The sad look of grief makes me feel guilty.

"Your father is angry and tries to find you at all costs. However, you seem to disappear. Mama didn't think we could meet like this again, your dad would be happy to know you're back."

I held my mother's hand, who intended to send a message to my stepfather through his cell phone. "Let this be our little secret, ma. I want to surprise you, papa," I said, refusing to call the man a father, he didn't deserve me.

My mother smiled happily, not knowing that I was actually lying. I'm sorry ma, I can't tell you the truth. Let all I keep as a secret, I will not let my mother know what I am hiding if circumstances permit her to continue lying.

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Here I am, in front of the house I have long left. Well, it's not like I can avoid the next problem like this. I think I have everything to deal with and this is the right time in my opinion.

"Don't be afraid, I'll protect you! Remember, I'm behind you!" whispered someone while patting me on the shoulder. How could I forget him. The person I've been relying on for the past few years.

"I know, thank you!" I said while smiling a small smile.

"There's no need to say thank you between us, right?!" look at her frowning face not liking it, looking cute and also funny.

"I forgot, there's no sorry and thank you in our relationship, right!" I said as I leaned my head against his shoulder.

"Yes, so let's go in now!"

At the door, the face of the person I didn't want to meet appeared like a nightmare. The big smile that had been decorating his face, instantly disappeared. The face I remember clearly even though I did not want it to show a hostile look, to me and to the man beside me.

"Finally you want to come back here, baby!" my mother said as she spread her arms, of course a warm embrace immediately welcomed my arrival.

Just now that I wanted to say something to reply to my mother's words, the heavy voice of my stepfather sounded piercing. "When you go home, why bring an unknown person? Don't tell me you ran away from home just to find just any guy whose origins aren't clear?!" the rant with the mocking face was inversely proportional to the angelic mask he used all the time. He must be very upset and annoyed, but I don't care.

"Who is he, baby? You don't want to introduce him to us, hmm?" my mother said with an unpleasant smile, she even glanced at my stepfather. Obviously my stepfather wouldn't care, he was already emotional, where to set the expression as usual.

I wrapped my hand to the man's arm beside me. "Karina forgot, ma. This is Arga, she's a friend, a boyfriend, and my husband, ma!" I smiled broadly after introducing the man who was actually my husband, looking at the angry face of my stepfather who seemed to want to explode after hearing my statement.

"Don't you joke, Karina?!" oh-ho-ho-ho, my stepfather subconsciously raised his voice.

"Why do you look angry, Dad?" asked my mother while looking at my stepfather in wonder.

"Have run away, never told you, and now he comes home with a partner who is not clearly obtained from where! Don't I have a right to be angry, huh?"

"It's good that Karina comes home with her husband, it's better, yeah."

"I'd rather he carry one suitcase, than a husband whose origins are unclear?!"

"This time we disagree, yeah. As her mother, I chose Karina to bring a husband, meaning she could take care of herself and her honor as a woman. I wouldn't have received as much money as Karina had if it wasn't clear where it came from!"

Me and Arga were just spectators, my stepfather got out of control and my mother was resolutely opposed. Just this time I saw her figure like this.

My stepfather stared intently at me, his index finger pointing with a threatening look. "Don't I tell you you're mine, karina!" he said he could not hold back his anger.

My hands clenched tightly, has this guy lost his mind. How dare he speak like that in front of my mother. "What does this mean, Dad?" my mother asked in a suspicious tone. "Is there something you've been hiding from me all this time, huh?" my mother continued with her eyes.

"It's none of your business?!" snapped my stepfather with fierce glaring eyes.

"Don't yank my mom?! You're just a deceptive stranger with sweet words and an angelic mask, when in fact you're a demon intent on destroying our family, right!" I hugged my mother tightly, not wanting the devil in front of me to raise his hand. Although never, but maybe it will happen in my opinion.

"Brazed kid! If you get irritated, I can satisfy until you beg to stop?!" harsh and painful speech stained my mother's ears.

"Sir, please slow down your voice! Aren't you ashamed, your screams are heard by neighbors?" Arga interrupted reminding.

"Son, you better shut up and get the hell out of here! I don't accept your presence?!" snapped my stepfather violently.

"You don't have to drive away, if my wife leaves, I'll leave this house too, sir!" reply to my husband calmly and without emotion.

"Your marriage is invalid, I didn't accept it?!" said opposed.

"You should know, I take care of him and take care of him, I should also pick the sweet fruit. Why would a stranger like you even come and snatch what should be mine?!" my stepfather continued to vent his anger.

My mother closed her mouth to hear what the husband who had accompanied her for decades said, she could not believe that she was married to the evil incarnation that was so amazing*n. "Is this your real intention, Dad?" tanyanya doubt.

"I don't care what you think, I shouldn't have let this little jal*Ng loose. He should have shaved in the iron cage I made and enjoyed every time. Stupidly I held back that time!"

My mother held onto her left chest, the inevitable bitter reality struck out all of a sudden. "We're apart, I can't live with a wolf who wants to pounce on my son any longer than this! I will file for talaq, you can get out of this house right now?!" breaking up my mother surprised me. Mother chose me, she strengthened herself to decide the matter earlier.

"Ma ..," I said slowly.

My mother's warm hands gently caressed my face. "I'm sorry mom, Karina. Mama doesn't know she's evil and she's gonna be a scary figure threatening your future, baby."

I shook my head, it wasn't right, it wasn't my mother's fault. The only man who was my stepfather who had a dirty mind and played with evil plans. "Karina understands, mama did it so Karina could feel the affection of a father, right!"

"You think you can just throw me away, huh?" my stepfather shouted loudly.

"You better go! Or do you need help, sir?" a friendly smile can't be separated from Arga's lips.

"What can a kid like you do, huh?!" my stepfather crossed arms full of arrogance.

Arga widened his smile until his eyes narrowed even more. "I can throw you, sir. Surely it will be very painful and I really, really don't want to do it at all!"

My stepfather launched a sudden attack, unfortunately Arga instead blocked his attack and turned around to attack. One fist landed right on my stepfather's nose, fresh blood pouring from his nostrils. I shook my head slowly, was commemorated but did not want to hear, ended up injuring myself. "Hows it? Do you want to go alone or do I help you, sir?"

My stepfather was grieving, throwing out millions of swearing and threats. However, Arga did not press. He instead waved and told my stepfather to be careful on the road. Since then, we have not seen my stepfather. Ahh, should I say ex-stepfather. Because my mother divorced him. Mother forbade me to go to trial, only Arga and the family lawyer to accompany me until the process is complete.

That's the story about me, Karina. A child who covered everything so that his mother was happy, but finally could not stand it and chose to run away. In the middle of that, I met Arga and we got married. Until I came back and my mom was on my side, not her husband. Everything is revealed, the feared thing doesn't happen. My mother's heart is stronger than I thought. Ha-ah, if I knew I would have told my mother everything from the beginning, since before I left the house.