Injuries in the Family

Chapter 01

"ARRGHHH! SICK DAD! ENOUGH!"

*Cletak*hit with a buckle on the back of a 16-year-old girl still curled under the floor. The cries and roars were not cared for by the real father.

"HOW MANY TIMES HAVE YOU TOLD NADINE! DON'T MAKE YOUR SISTER CRY!" jolt the father who did not stop hitting the flattened predecessor.

My name is Nadine Tyas Lumia, I live with my father and sister and stepmother. My father's name is Gionino Wahid Lumia. The one I once admired, before my sister was very beautiful in my life. But since his presence, just when he remarried a woman I didn't like made everything change.

My sister's name is Hanasya Angel Lumia, we're only 5 years apart. Exactly a year my mother died, the woman named Sarita Ashari was able to make my father marry her. I really don't like him, but when I see the eyes of the father who misses the figure of the wife next to him makes me choose not to be selfish. I also need the love of a mother.

I kept crying when the punch had stopped, "If you still left your sister intentionally or not, dad would not hesitate to make you like this Nadine!"

I just fell silent, the tears kept flowing making my heartache grow.

I also had a glance at the father who opened the door and held the 11-year-old boy, and the slanted smile of my stepmother.

"Gpp, I must be strong." That's all I can do for myself, at least it helps me to live longer.

"I can definitely..."

Instead of getting up, I was just crying back.

"The truth is I'm not strong... The truth is I can't. hiks..."

I covered her face on her knees, her favorite navy blue room was her first design before her father got married.

Nadine seemed to not care about the pain in her back, the pain was not felt at all when compared to the wound in her heart.

"Can Nadine come with mom? Nadine is really not strong, ma. hiks.." muttered Nadine who continued to look at the sky from the window of her room whose curtain was open.

The blue sky bore witness to how cruel a father was to his daughter, the stepmother I thought would be a surrogate for a real mother turned out not to be what I expected. He can change the nature of the father, he can also make the father hate me, and to the extent that the father does not give me an allowance except for school fees.

I am willing to work part time to meet my needs, just pocket money and practice is very very enough to fill the activities at school. I also have a friend named Iqbal Hamdan, my little friend who knows what my condition is like.

The father, who was a director at a private bank, made his life far from hard. We live in a minimalist house with 2 floors, and there are only 4 rooms.

I am preparing to go to school with a house that is still quiet. Yes, it has been a habit from the beginning of father's marriage and since his attitude changed made me choose not to have breakfast even dinner with him. Dad didn't protest at me at all, he just kept quiet.

"Is he ready?" tanya Iqbal.

The man was even willing for me to bother at half-six in the morning to go to school, his eyes were always damp because of lack of sleep but was able to take me. Iqbal and Iqbal are only 2 years away, iqbal is focused on his studies. His parents were owners in a large inn in Bali.

"Hit again?"

On the bike I just kept quiet, hugging Iqbal tightly. The man I already thought of as my own brother, his mother and father who cared for me made a real sense of family.

Iqbal's breath as I fell silent, it made him very familiar with what was happening. He continued to run his bike slowly, my tears sometimes also occasionally dripped.

Arriving at school, I got off the bike and gave him the helmet I had taken off.

"To the doctor, do not need to work first to go home from school" said Iqbal.

"Gee, I'm gpp." answered me with a smile.

I took a step straight away, but my hand was checked by Iqbal. His eyes seemed worried.

"Nad, I'll pick you up here when we go home and we go to the doctor" he said, I just opened my mouth to refuse suddenly "No rejection!" continued again.

Again and again I just nodded my head, looking at Iqbal who had disappeared from sight made me groan in pain. The bag that I was carrying, I put my hands up to the class.

"That's great, nad."

"Hit again, huh? Bring the medicine? We go to UKS yuk."

Every time I get into trouble, Aqila is always quick to notice and always faithfully treats my bruised back. Until finally I and Aqila were in the UKS, hours of lessons that had not started to make them finally choose to be silent in the room.

"Definitely your brother again, is he making trouble?" said Aqila.

"Hm, usual. I'm only five minutes late from the tutoring and he's been crying and not stopping to get home."

Aqila looked at her heartily, and her hands stopped to treat. "Why do you still survive, Nad?" ask Aqila lirih.

"Gue still needs the cost, La. Kan lo, I go to school here do not use a scholarship, after graduation I will also work and get out of the house anyway."

Aqila sighed, Nadine's life did make her anyone envious but those who envy it never know deep into sadism her father Nadine against her own biological daughter. Torturing, and making him have to work makes a Nadine become an independent woman.

Nadine also never vilified her father, or stepmother. They behave like a harmonious family when together like eating together, and mostly only a few times because the rest they spend with their new family without Nadine.

Aqila continued to smear the ointment on her back which contained a lot of bluish bruises, every time Aqila grimaced and I did not at all because it was as usual.

"Will you go to the doctor? The wound that was a week ago has not healed well, and now there is a new wound."

Nadine tidied up her clothes, she faced Aqila's side who was still holding the bruised medicinal ointment. Aqila is very know in part in my life, we are friends since Elementary School even Aqila is also close to Iqbal.

"Iqbal want to take me to the doctor later, even though I gpp." said me.

Aqila gawked at such an answer, "Gpp how, Nad? Look at the wound on your back that's red and blue. It must be really painful."

"My inner torment is more tormented, I don't feel like living. I still want it to feel like it's going to last longer, can I?" I murmured in my heart.

In response I just smiled faintly, before long the bell was heard making me and Aqila return to the classroom following the lesson hours.

After a break, Aqila and I decided to go to the cafeteria. There are only a few menus that I like: siomay, meatballs and chicken noodles. Siomay that I like only dumplings with peanut seasoning, meatballs with vermicelli and use a lot of sambal without a mixture of vegetables, chicken noodles are as concocted as meatballs.

That time I ordered Siomay to lunch at school, saw the glint of a conscious man's eyes so watching made my vision diverted to the figure of Rangga Bagaskara. That guy was 12th grade, a year older than me. The man who is famous for the trouble maker, the man who is a rancid but always a class champion but his intelligence is above average, and the head of a motorcycle gang at SMA/SMK Abdi Djaya.

"Who is Nad?" asked Aqila who finally turned her head to look at me.

"It's impossible that a Rangga is concerned about you, he's looking at Sarah who's behind you."

I looked straight back. Yeah, it turns out there's Sarah. Many say it's Rangga's girlfriend, the girl's parents are conglomerates too which they must be compatible. Rangga chose to go to school in Jakarta, the man also has a younger sister from his new father's second marriage.

Rangga chose to live in the apartment, the Duke as his biological father chose to live with his small family as well. The man had offspring until his marriage touched the household ark 2 years.

Sarah Wicaksono, a woman of 170cm in height and ideal body and her straight hair down in curly, her broken bangs impressively beautiful and mature once the woman. But who would have thought that the beautiful woman turned out to be all lions if someone approached Rangga, who he said was his girlfriend.

After the lesson was over, according to Iqbal's appointment who accompanied me to the doctor. The man was waiting for me in the school parking lot.

"A cqbal!" greeting Aqila with the twinkle of her eyes, I could see that Aqila's gaze on Iqbal was different.

Iqbal there just smiled, we really like to play together just hangout together, sometimes in the mall, sometimes also play at Iqbal's house.

"This is Nadine's back red-red again. Nadine said Iqbal wants to go to the hospital?"

Iqbal nodded, of course the man was only willing to talk to anyone including Aqila. I can see around the parking lot where full of students who take out their motorbike from the school area, my eyes are now focused on the man who looks at me on his motorbike, Rangga.

"Let's go up." said Iqbal.

I heard it finally broke, and said goodbye to Aqila who was already picked up by her father. I hugged Iqbal's stomach from behind after the man put the helmet on, and we headed to the hospital.

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