I'M HERE "Miracle"

Miracles

"Should I remind you again of what your mother did to me?" that's the word kramat always spoken by the woman who has taken care of me for the last 15 years, is Mama Dita my father's 2nd wife, he said, the woman who had been taking care of me from the age of 6 years until this moment, now I have turned 21 years old..

If you think I'm the son of the father's love for the first wife, then the answer is wrong!! yes, I was born from the womb of a woman who became the wife of 3 fathers.. Horrified right?? but this is the reality, though,

My name is Miracle which means "miracle" but I feel that it is not right for me, for a child who has never been asked and wanted to be born into this world, but God has another will, I had to be present among men like them, I had thought of changing my own name to Pilu or Lara, but wasn't that name a Prayer? so I decided to keep my name, hopefully in the future MIRACLE will come.

A miracle that will bring happiness to your loved ones.

I am not a kind girl like the protagonist in the garlic short story, but also can not be said to be an antagonist like an onion.. It can be said that I am a half-girl who is sometimes good and also bad, so my college friends used to call me the Chameleon because my character can change in every condition, because my character can change, but take it easy I am 100% sane, aka do not have a dual personality or bipolar, just that I am not as weak as the characters of women who are in the drama of flying fish.

For physical problems I belong to the category of attractive sexy beautiful women, with a height of 168cm, oval face shape decorated with pretty eyes and a sharp nose, and, as well as the size of the lips are very fitting not thin and also not thick.

My body shape is also good quliti like a Spanish guitar front back protruding, maybe it's a blessing from God, in addition I am also the type of person who likes to exercise.

Brain problems no doubt, the proof at the age of 21 years I have completed my studies, I am the best graduate in one of the universities in Australia.

I am a native Indonesian, only when I was 6 years old I was taken away by Mama Dita to Australia and studied there from elementary school to Strata 1.

For those who do not know my way of life always judge that I am a perfect woman, how not with a beautiful face and a watered-down brain and a rich family background is very supportive of their opinions, even though the reality of my life path is not as smooth as my skin, but let it be possible that they only see the side of my smile that even that is fake.

All they know is that the rich man's son must have a prosperous life, like the old motto that says that a distended stomach is a sign of prosperity, in fact, people who have a distended stomach are prone to disease. Just like my family, the richer the more obstacles, obstacles and problems there are. It's just that my family is too good to keep Aib, because for my father honor and good name is number one, while for happiness and harmony it's number one.

***

I don't know how long Rachel's been standing peeking out the door to Ms. Dita's room.

The chameleon girl never dared to enter the private room of a middle-aged woman who had been called by Mama Dita.

Moments ago Racle heard the sound of falling objects in Ms.Dita's room, after a moment there was a mature man aged about 30 years nan came out of the residence Ny.Dita, after a moment, Racle believes the man was the cause of his stepmom's rampage,

Silence.that's all Racle used to do when in a situation like this, waiting for Ny.Dita called herself to vent wrathful anger, he said,

Not long before the door opened. "Follow me now to the study" Ms.Dita ordered

with a bit of laziness Racle stepped following his stepmom

"Sit down, there are some things we should talk about"

"Go home" said Mrs.Dita

Deg.

" Pu's home? mean mama?" racle answered with a stern.

"Please pack your things and go back to Indonesia now!! protect my son and daughter, they're in trouble, and now it's time for you to pay my services for what I've been giving you all along" Ms. Dita explained

"What does all this mean? am I not your daughter too? why should there be a reply for what I've received all this time?" replied Racle with a slight tightness

"What did you expect all this time? you think I'll think of you as a child? never dream, acknowledge you as a stepson or adopted child even if I do not want to..!! you I take care of, I school it just for me to make a shield my children later"

"What happened to the twin sisters?" racle asked with tears in his eyes, even though he knew what his stepmom meant and what his stepmom was all about, but still when he heard those words his heart again throbbed in pain..

*Flashback

The little boy with a 10-year-old two-hair tie was sitting on the corner floor of the room with shades of pink, his shoulders shaking occasionally heard sobs from the tiny lips, visible bruises on the hands and feet. She cried not because of her wounds but because of the words of Ms.Dita, still ringing her stepmother's words shortly after she complained that she did not want to learn martial arts "Don't crybaby.. I put you in that martial arts school so you can be a strong boy who can protect my son and daughter, stop calling me mama if you don't want to practice martial arts" said Ms. Dita

Little Racle looked at Mrs.Dita and said "I'm also your son right? mama who took me away from my mother" heard her laughter as she pointed a finger right in front of Racle's face she said "You are not my son, my son there are only two Yuga and Yuna, he said, until whenever you can never be my son, remember that's fine"

Little Racle lowered his head, he was still a child, but his thoughts and attitude were unlike those of a 10-year-old in general, so he could understand the situation he was in now.

Although for 4 years he lived with Ms.Dita, but never once did the woman hit him, it's just that he always get verbal abuse from his stepmom, different when with his biological mother, he said, he even gets physically and psychologically violent, whatever his fault is that his mother and mother were so unwilling, that was what Racle thought.

*flashback off

"Jovan told me that the son of a bitch would match my son to one of the children of his business partner" Ms. Dita said

the man who a while ago Racle saw out of his house was Ny.Dita's man, whom Racle knew was the spy whom Ny.Dita hired to monitor the state of her son and daughter.

With envy in Racle's heart, it was clear that Ms. Dita loved her children so much, and what about her? did her mother do the same thing as what Ms. Dita has been doing all this time? hire a spy to know the circumstances? it was impossible to think of Racle, because all this time she knew her mother loved her half-sister Yuna very much.

"What should I do?" ask Rachel to Miss