Is It My fault to be thrown away?
THE ASSD? #3
The break time is over. Another teacher goes to Da's class.
"Who hasn't been in class?" Ask a teacher named Mr. Tono.
"Celine sir," replied Ela.
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"Excuse me sir" said Celine after knocking on the door.
"Where are you from Celine?" Ask Mr. Tono.
"From Ms. Elsa's office, sir" Celine replied.
"Oh, fine. You just sit down" said Mr. Tono.
Celine nodded.
Then they started the lesson.
***
"That picket today, clean up the class. No one can run away" said Gita, a security section.
"Yes, yes" Celine said along with other students.
They picket there are seven people. Austin, Anggun, Brayen, Celine, Dyla, Dimas, and Ela.
Dyla and Graceful sweep the floor. Brayen and Dimas put together a table and chairs. Celine tidied up the books in the closet and shut the windows and turned off the lights. While Ela just deleted the writing on the board.
"Gue is ready" said Ela, putting the eraser in its place.
Celine glanced at Ela annoyed.
"Yes, if you're ready, get out there. No need to show off" said Celine.
"Idih said you envy me," said Ela with her alay style.
Ela just walked out of the classroom.
"You don't have to stand in front of the class. Go home, you. We're not leaving here until it's over" Celine vented her anger at Gita.
Sometimes he is upset with this school. Challenging him is just a scholarship boy just like Dyla. And Ela's a rich kid. Ela could do as she pleased with the pickets just cleaning the chalkboard.
"Celine, patience is ok" said Dyla.
"Ok I go," said Gita and left.
Celine nodded then continued her work.
Dyla wanted to slide the table to sweep but Dimas who seemed to know immediately raised the table.
"Thank you Dimas" Dyla said with a smile.
"Together," replied Dimas a little embarrassed.
A few minutes later they were done.
"Dyla, do you want to go straight home?" Ask Celine.
"Yes, I have to help Mom" Dyla replied.
"Alright, you're the spirit. Remember not to force yourself. If you work, you also have to rest" said Celine.
"Yes" replied Dyla.
"I go home first, yes" said Dyla.
Celine nodded.
Dyla dropped out of class and went home on foot.
"Celine, you're not coming home?" Ask Gracefully.
"God, tired. I want a break" Celine replied.
"Oh yeah, I went home first. You're not alone in class?" Ask Gracefully.
"Look, I'm not a coward" Celine replied.
Gracefully nodded then left the class. Celine is in class.
***
"Sore sir," said Dyla greeting the security guard and the gardener.
"Sore Dyla," they replied to Dyla's greeting.
In a hurry Celine forgot to pass from behind. And he also forgot that right now he was wearing dirty shoes.
At that moment the main door opened. The hostess, Miss Melly came out and saw the dirty traces of Dyla's shoes.
"Gosh," madam Andhika's face was instantly enraged.
"You really..."
"Sorry my mistress accidentally" Dyla said, looking down.
The angry woman went into the house. He picked up the rattan he often used to punish his aides.
Dyla clenched her hands tightly. He was ready to accept the pain he had felt so often. His eyes were tightly closed.
"Mrs wait, madam. Don't hit him. Instead just hit me" said a female maid who ran from inside the house. She is Ghea, Dyla's mother.
Dyla opened her eyes. She now saw her mother standing in front of her prostratingly pleading.
"Mother" call Dyla.
"Mrs just punish me" said Ms. Ghea.
"Stand up don't touch my expensive shoes," snapped madam Andhika.
Dyla helped her mother to stand up.
"Mom, it's Dyla's fault. Let Dyla be, yes" said Dyla.
"Don't baby" said Ghea's mother.
Dyla mer*mas her skirt. Her calf was sore with rattan.
Five times. Five times Dyla got hit by a rattan.
"You, quickly clean up the dirt on this floor. If later I still see shit here. I will punish your son not you" Andhika told Ghea.
"Well mistress," said Ghea, holding back her grief at seeing her son in pain.
That Madam Andhika went straight past them. Now he has an appointment at his salon.
Madam, what would happen if you found out that the child you've been beating is your biological child? Will you feel guilty or won't you care? Oh my God, what are you thinking? Women who even willingly throw their children in the trash can to die. There was no way the woman would feel guilty just by beating him up.
ghea said in his heart.
"Mom, I cleaned this floor. I'll do my job inside. After I'm done cleaning this I'll help mom" Dyla said with a smile.
"No need for Dyla. You just go inside. Treat your wounds first" said Ghea, looking at Dyla's naked calf.
It's bleeding, it's bleeding and it's gotta hurt.
"Good ma'am" said Dyla.
She doesn't want her mother to worry. So Dyla immediately went to the back of the house. The place where the servant's room is.
There he treated his wounds and changed his school clothes.
When she finished, Dyla entered the house through the back door. He asked what kind of work he could help.
"Tante, is there anything I can do?" Ask Dyla with a smile.
"Just help with the kitchen. There again need you," replied a servant.
"Well," Dyla replied and walked to the kitchen.
Dyla replaced her pants with trousers. So that not many people see rattan scars.
It's sad, but it's nothing.
Dyla spent her time in the kitchen with the other waitresses until she finished cooking and cleaning the dirty kitchen utensils.
"Dyla, you wash the cauldron and all the dirty equipment. Whisper?" Ask the waiter who was next to Dyla.
"Can be Auntie" replied Dyla.
"Aunty ahead used to serve the lord and mistress. You're here. Don't go outside until they've finished eating" the waiter recalled.
Everyone knows that the behavior of this homeowner is not good. And Dyla often gets that bad treatment. So it is better that the girl reduces the time of meeting these two adult homeowners.
***
Just a info:
Name of student in Dyla class.
Austin - guy
Graceful - women
Brayen - men
Celine - women
Dimas - man
Dyla - women
Ela - woman
Fany - women
Febrian - guy
Gita - women
Herman - man
Indri - women
Jeremy - man
Kea - women
Keenan - men
Lila - women
Lusi - women
Marinka - women
Owen - man
Rani - women
Robert - man
Selin - women
Sintia - women
Steven - guy
Syakif - man
Tea - women
Valeo - men
Vino - man
Yuyu - women
Zidan - man
