ILLUSIANA (CONTRACT MARRIAGE)

CHAPTER 1

It's late at night, heading for nine o'clock.

A sweet girl with hair in a ponytail stepped into a fenced-in house, hoping that no one in the house would see her enter.

He had already imagined what he would face if he were caught coming home this late.

Carefully he opened the back kitchen door and entered slowly with a tiptoe step. Then shut it back down, slowly without a sound.

“Lusiiiiii....!!!” shouted someone with a very loud and furious shrill voice.

Luciana, the girl of the name's owner was spontaneously fixated with shrunken guts and a bowed face.

'Follow his will, ' his his hiss in the heart of fear.

Merry's mother, stepmother. The 45-year-old middle-aged woman approached Luciana, shaking her waist while staring furiously at the face of Luciana who was staring in fear.

“Good yes, you! Stuck up like a thief. See what time it is now?”

Merry raised Lusi's face by snapping roughly the ponytail, pointing the girl's face towards the clock on the kitchen wall.

Luci grimaces, with eyelids tightly closed, holding the pain at the back of the head. His hair will fall out of his roots.

“Sorry, Mom. I was with Dahlia bu first between orders for bouquets to the wedding building,” replied Lusi brick. His hand tried to pull the hair of his ponytail that was still blocked by Merry's mother.

“Smart find a reason! You kids don't know themselves!” hardik Merry's mother further tightened the pull of her hand in the hair of Luci's ponytail.

“At the most since dating tuh, Mah. Basic flirty!” Suddenly a girl's voice came crashing behind Merry's mother's back.

Priska's half-sister Lusi followed around with a waistline staring cynically at Susi who was grimacing in pain.

“Oath, Mom. I didn't lie. You can ask Dahlia, really," replied Lusi pleading.

“Ngapain bring Dahlia's mom? You must have conspired. I know that Dahlia must be your defense. You two are the same liar!" hardik Bu Merry again.

“True, Mom. I swear I didn't lie.” Susi began to shed tears because of the pain she felt on her scalp.

Mr. Hamzah limped back into the kitchen. The old man was surprised to see his beloved biological daughter being attacked by his wife and stepson.

“What is this? Release, Ma. Do it once you!” Mr. Hamzah's voice exploded.

Merry took off her pull from Lusi's hair violently. And still glared furiously at the beautiful girl.

“This is your son, the woman came home at night, settles down to kayak maling. Pake lied too,” accuses Merry of pointing at Lusi's nose in annoyance.

“Lusi, where are you from, son? How did you get home last night?“ Mr. Hamzah approached his daughter and asked slowly. While his hands tidying up Lusi's hair that was disheveled due to the snail of Bu Merry.

“So afternoon bu dahlia asked me to accompany her to the Citra Hotel, Dad. And wait for the payment long. The person who arranged the payment must take the money first to atm,” replied Lusi in between her tears.

“Alaaaah, lie to that! Just reason you!” look at Merry's mother cynically

Mr. Hamzah breathed heavily. For a moment He fixed the scarf around his neck, feeling a chill at his nape from the gusts of the night breeze that burst into the room.

“Dad believe in you, Lusi. Yes Already entered your room, shower and do not forget to pray Isya first yes,” orders Mr. Hamzah while caressing his daughter's head with pity.

Lusi just nodded slowly and then moved away from before them under the cynical gaze of his stepmother and step-sister.

“Please, Mom. Don't be rude to Susie. He, your son too.” The voice of Mr. Hamzah facing Mr. Merry.

“He's my son? This is what my son,“ denies Ms. Merry while patting her softly on the shoulder of Priska who is standing next to her.

“Lusi's just my stepdaughter, you know! And you don't always stand up for your real son. It's clear he always makes trouble in this house, you still defend,” added Bu merry with a haughty tone.

“Before we married you promised to consider Susi as your biological child, but the truth is after we married every day you treated my son badly,” said Mr. Hamzah. There was a bitter taste in his tone of voice. His eyes looked glazed over.

“I accept you sincerely, Merry. And I always thought Priska was my own son, though definitely not my flesh and blood.” Pak Hamzah pointed to Priska who stood folding both hands on his chest.

The girl did not like the tone of the father's speech. He just squealed and then threw away his face, reluctant to look at the father.

“What has Lusi been doing all this time? After all, he only works at Dahlia's mom shop because you banned him from college. He was looking for his own income because you never gave him money, I know that, even though you lied to me all along. Lusi's monthly allowance you took, right?” accused Mr. Hamzah angry even though his voice weakly held tightness in his chest.

“The monthly rations you give to our lives are not enough, Mas. Not to mention the very expensive Priska tuition. Installment of your debts in the bank that every month tens of millions we have to pay. Dizziness I thought. Lusi, it's not college, so what is given monthly rations. Shower a little, don't be a spoiled child," Merry's cerocos is fierce.

Hamzah sighed heavily. In his heart he admitted that he was now experiencing very strange economic problems.

His expedition company was on the verge of bankruptcy because it lost competition with giant expedition companies that had mushroomed.

Now the company is struggling to survive with 20 employees. Plus the huge debt in the bank due to the biggest mistake is following an investment that turns out to be fictitious.

For the sake of his ambition to make a big profit from the investment offered by one of his colleagues, Mr. Hamzah willing to mortgage his only home to the bank. Tragically.

Not to mention his health problems are increasingly declining. His heart is already problematic and must be helped with several rings to keep working costs of treatment that is not cheap every time treatment.

Well, that's what Mr. Hamzah suffered. The days he had to spend were bleak with the behavior of his newly married wife five years ago and her materialistic and wasteful stepson.

Mr. Hamzah stepped up to enter the room of Lusi whose door was not locked. He stared at the face of his daughter who was already lulled in a dream. Pity also pervades.

Every day the girl went through the day with all the insults and insults. In fact, often get a slap to the punch of Merry, his sadistic stepmother was only because of trivial problems.

But Mr. Hamzah has no power to defend his beautiful daughter. His old body is getting lunglai. Sometimes he felt his life was not long over.

The old eye found a framed photo with a picture of a beautiful straight-haired woman dangling beside her shoulder.

Mr. Hamzah stroked the photo. Photos of Lusi's birth mother. Her beauty seemed to clearly decline to the mere princess of the puppet.

Illusiana with white skin, a small but upright nose, and a round eye shape with adorable plump fur. Her little lips looked charming as she smiled and laughed, framing her neat rows of white teeth.

His nature is not much different from the late mother who is tough, intelligent, jolly and hardworking.

The tears of Mr. Hamzah who had earlier pooled at the end of his eyes were rolling, dripping on the picture frame.

“I'm sorry Alisia. I'm not a good father to our son. I am a weak man. A cowardly and helpless father. I'd love to take you to heaven, Lisa. I'm tired,” regrets it in my heart.

He held the frame for a long time, then he put it back to its original place on the table next to the bed that Lusi occupied.

“Sleep well, my beautiful son. Forgive me for not being able to protect you. I can only pray for you, son. May God always take care of you and protect you.” Mr. Hamzah whispered softly in the ear of his beautiful daughter.

His wrinkled hands caressed his daughter's head dearly. The girl's body turned around to her father who was sitting on the lip of the bed.

“May you stay strong, son. My little princess.” Hamzah gave a glimpse of his daughter's head, then slowly got up and moved away from the room.

Mr. Hamzah shuffled his head weakly around the narrow room, which was a former warehouse of unused goods.

Ms. Merry who moved Lusi to occupy this warehouse as her bedroom because Priska sulked to keep the room very neat and spacious Lusi on the second floor.

Lusi did not argue at all, instead the girl relented and sincerely obeyed the wishes of her stepbrother. The evil Prisca never once thanked him.

The girl was the same age as Lusi, 21. Only a few months adrift. Lusi is a little older than him.

Initially, Mr. Hamzah hoped that he could become a friend and brother who was familiar to Lusi. But the truth is very contrary.

Priska was very envious of Lusi. Since the beginning of his mother's marriage with a rich widower who died his wife, he was upset to see Lusi, the only daughter of the widower.

Lusi is prettier than her. At school, Lusiana has become an idol of students and teachers. Because of her beauty and hospitality to everyone.

He said sweet, never said rude even in conditions that are less unpleasant. Because birth mother Lusi always teaches good manners.

His academic performance was good too. His brain abilities are far above the ability to think Priska who is just a spoiled child who does not want to try to do anything with his own hands.

Illusiana Cast {Lusi}