Home For My Soul

4|Searching for Jobs

Going around entering shops and stalls, no one wants to hire me. Some refused violently, others explained that they did not want me to steal their food. Why does everyone have bad thoughts just because of this body shape?

Tired of pedaling a bike, I rested at a stop. I was listening to the sound of music. I looked around and saw a crowd not far from me. Curious, I approached. A man was playing guitar while singing. Her voice was good, unlike ordinary buskers. Many people enjoy the game.

“Oh, yes! That's it!” I flicked my finger. Why didn't I think about that earlier?

I rode my bike back home. After giving money from the canteenkeeper's mother to Mama, I rushed to my room. I checked every closet, drawer, and cardboard in the room. Even under the bed there was no Amarylis deposit.

I just found out there's a young woman this frivolous. Did he have no savings at all? No piggy bank, money between books, clothes, or other items, let alone a savings book. Did his parents never give him a piece of money?

“Ma, can I borrow money?” ask me when we have dinner. The woman snorted sharply, but I was not afraid. I'm a person who's used to bulldozing, so it can't be subdued that easily.

“For what, Brother? Want to buy your favorite food? It's about to finish High School, it's time for a diet. Do you think there are men who want to be with fat women?” tajek Amarilis' sister.

“You can we school until the end of SMU is grateful. If you need money, find a job there. I don't have money to borrow. Can you return it?” syndical Mama. “If you are still hungry, just add your food.”

He said the poor are generous. Why is Amarilis' mama stingy like this? I think her real mother was the woman who worried about her while in the hospital. Turns out it was the original. How grumpy. How am I supposed to find a job with this fat body?

Diet and exercise for up to a year is also not necessarily reduced weight. Stupid amaryllis. The cuisine of his mother is delicious, but that does not mean he spent everything until the body became wide and unhealthy like this. What am I supposed to do now?

There is no money saved a dime, getting a job is also difficult. How can I achieve my dreams by holding my hands? When I die, I'm just dropping off this lady-made cake to my school? What kind of life is that?

“Aw!” I stumbled onto something as I walked out of the room the next morning. Unaccustomed to the new body, I was not deft and fell on the floor with my chest down. I complained slowly.

“Makanya, the eye was worn. Do not just be used as a display,” mock the brash young man from the dining room. “Home is up to vibrate because your body is falling.”

I checked to find out what made me stumble. It turned out that there was a rope taped to the door frame. Even if I saw my step, I wouldn't notice there was a rope there. This must be Amarylis' naughty sister.

Just look at it later. I will definitely repay his actions. If it wasn't for me needing this family, I'd have long since shown him who I really am. For a while, I had to hold on. Amaryllis is not a disobedient Katelia.

“Already. Quick, finish your breakfast. Don't be late for school,” leerai Amarilis' father. “Come, Son. You also eat, then take the cake to school,” he said to me.

Ouch. If only hope from the sale of cakes, where can buy the goods I need. My life is really shit. From poor families to rich people, easy. I can't do anything about being poor like this.

Rich family? Why didn't I think about that? Also true! I'm on the road I've been missing. Almost half an hour of cycling, I arrived in front of a tall and large gate. The security guard looked at me from behind the glass suspiciously.

“What are you doing there? You looking for someone?” ask the man who's been a security guard at our house for ten years.

“Don't forget to call wife occasionally. How long have you not told me?” my many. His eyes were round hearing the question.

“You spied on me, huh?” He's turned windy. “Go from here! Don't bother me or the residents of this house!”

Seeing that he was intending to open the gate, I immediately pedaled my bicycle, moving away from the place. Daytime is not the right time to do my actions. I need to come back when it's dark. The sooner I pick up that thing, the better.

“What do you do with that door hinge?” ask Amarylis' father who just returned from work. “Let me take care if something breaks.” He walked closer.

“Ah, it's okay, Pa. It sounded annoying, so I gave the oil so it wouldn't be noisy when I went in and out of the room,” I said, refusing.

“Good. I always forget to do it.” He pointed towards the door of his room. “You guys just lubricate this door as well.”

“Already, Pa. Brother's room door is also already.” I closed the oil, then stood up. The man smiled, then opened the door. He looked satisfied as the door did not creak anymore.

I was the first to go to sleep. They just relax watching television. It seemed like Amarilis was already used to being the first to enter his room, as they were unsuspecting. I waited until the three of them did the same, just starting to get ready.

It was fortunate that this fat girl had a set of black jerseys and trousers. The average dress is brightly colored or floral. Wonder. People who are as big as him should have more dark clothes. So, she can look a little slender.

The next challenge is to enter the house without going through the gate. I swallowed heavily. Things that were originally very easy for me became impossible because of the women who ate this. Just climbing the fence, my breath was boring.

“How can I climb to the balcony of my room?” my mind is almost desperate.

Luckily I didn't have to guess which room I was in, because all the balconies were similar. I was tired, so my hands and feet trembled as I climbed the stairs. It is always available near trees to help gardeners remove dried leaves.

The loss of having a fat body is increasingly felt. My energy went up that high ladder. My body was trembling, because of fear. If anyone catches me wet, they'll throw me in jail. So, I carefully moved from the stairs over the balcony railing.

Thank you, Lord. I also arrived at my bedroom. I pulled out a paperclip and started unlocking. I'm used to going home in the middle of the night, I know how to get into a room without going through the front door. My hands shook violently, making it harder for me to turn the key.

After I succeeded, I kept the thing back in my pants pocket. I must not leave anything that could lead them to me. Mama was very angry when she found out that Amarylis had pushed me into the lake. He wouldn't like it if he knew this girl was coming here.

“What are you doing here?” ask someone from the bed.

I closed my mouth before I could scream in fear. The lights on the nightstand were lit and I met my second brother. Well, I'm dead.

“Kak, it's me,” I said in a stifled voice.

“Who am I? I don't know who you are,” he said fiercely.

“Until now no one knows who caused the injury to my left temple. I should always use bangs to cover the scars because of Brother.” I mentioned one of the secrets that only the two of us knew.

“Lu-juka,” murmured nervously. He watched me carefully. “Kat? You're Katelia?”

“Oh, Brother,” I was moved. I immediately hugged him. “I'm so glad to hear that name again. I'm almost crazy, because everyone calls me Amarylis. I'm really happy, Brother.”

“What happened? You're dead, so why are you so ugly?” said surprised.

I immediately let go of my embrace. “Jelek? If I do liposuction, fix teeth, dress up a little, and do this hair, I can be beautiful, sister. Beautiful it expensive.”

“Iya. It's really you.” He let go of his embrace. “What are you doing here? Don't tell me you want to go back and tell everyone that you are Katelia.”

“Why not, Brother?” many offended. “Because this body is ugly?”

“Kat, ridiculed ugly is nothing compared to you considered crazy or even used as experimental material. I know it's impossible for people to believe this girl is you. All these trophies are proof you can swim. I—” He massaged his head, then sat on the edge of the bed.

Also true. If I were to tell people that I was Katelia, they would say I was crazy. That's it's okay. Well, if I'm locked up in a mental institution forever? Could die me. Especially as an experiment. Hiii …. Spooky.

“Breath, Brother. Then take it out slowly. I know it's heavy to digest.” I sat by his side. “I also do not know how to, because stuck forever in this body.”

“Oh, Lord ...,” murmured Brother with round eyes.

“The girl in my body is dead. So, I will forever be this girl.” I lifted both my shoulders.

“You came to take something, take it. I'll take you through the door, don't come down the balcony. Your body can make you out of breath before reaching below.” He looked at me from head to toe.

I took one of my best collections, then approached the door. Brother opened it and we walked as quietly as possible to the first floor. He stared at me for a long time before hugging me again. I didn't have time for melancholy, so I pushed her body.

“I must leave before anyone knows my arrival,” I said, reminding.

“You're right. Where do you live? Oh, sec.” He reached into his pocket, then placed a card in my hand. “Wear this. Don't let you starve. The clothes you wear are ugly.”

“Seriously, Brother? Did you forget who I am?” I refused the debit card. He opened his mouth to say something, I cut him off. “There are better things you can do for me.”