Love Stifled By Destiny's

Not happy to go home

Coming home was the most unpleasant thing for me. It feels great if you have to go, but where do you want to go? Because there are no relatives at all.

"Heeh, I'm really lazy to go home. If the house does not belong to the parents alone, ogah come to the house again, but want to say what when the mandate of the parents told to keep still I remember!" speak of heartbreak.

As soon as I saw my step-family, they did everything arbitrarily, without asking if I would allow them, for example, my parents' bedroom, now occupied by step-parents.

"Why don't you have to interfere in our business to sleep where? What is clear is that the ownership rights to the house are already in our name, so we have the right to do anything in this house, understand my dear son!" said papa bunga which to me is disgusting.

"Yes, dad!" I answered sincerely with my head bowed, not daring to look at his face that looked fierce.

"That's good. You should be a obedient child. Already there, go to the kitchen help your maid cook to prepare dinner," said the stepmother told her.

"Good."

"Heeh, fate .. the fate that I must accept cheerfully" I lamented in my heart.

Over time their attitude became more nauseous, upset, and anger did not escape against them. More and more their behavior makes me hate and want to expel them, but I can not do all that because there is a black and white paper that states they can inherit the heritage house of both parents. All the efforts have been done but the results are still nil no progress at all, including asking for help on a personal lawyer papapun while can not, because he is not in Indonesia, he was not, it makes it harder to deal with this problem.

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On the day of work school holidays just lazing in the room, which has long been a habit when parents are still alive. The feeling of wanting to sleep again continues to occur, when the body feels crumpled when the housework is never done. Since the arrival of the new family of power-support, this self continues to be told this as a maid.

"Amel ... Amel, here you are!" yell call stepmom.

"What's up, mi?" tanyaku tergopoh run directly to him, when the intention of the heart wants to sleep idly in the room.

"Bhaagh. Take all these clothes to the laundry, you don't be a slacker from now on. Oh yeah, the grandson has to use his hands not to use the washing machine, so we can be cost-effective, understand!" ask rough.

"But noodles, why should you bother to use your hands, while using a washing machine will not bother?" reject my words.

"Well, don't argue with you much, or you want to receive more torment than all this, huh!" he was upset by pulling my hair.

"I-yes .. yes, mi. I will immediately carry out your orders, but please let go of my hair first" I pleaded.

"It's good if you understand, it's gone! Do your job" he said, patting my cheek, whose hand had removed the hair.

"Oh yes, before washing bring all the snacks in the refrigerator here!" his orders again with his eyes now focus on staring at the television screen.

"Heeh .. alright," I replied without another fight.

I cannot refuse all their orders, if there is a word of rejection for sure they will be even more violent torturing and telling me to carry out the work. Sometimes slaps are cheeked into my daily meal, if their wishes are not immediately fulfilled.

"Oh my God, will my fate be like this? I have to be strong in this, for the sake of the parents I always loved even though they were gone" I murmured inwardly.

Now hands are busy making drinks and snack orders for stepfamily fasteners. Finished doing the task, do not escape this self to do other orders to immediately wash clothes.

"Oh Allah, non. Why do you wash clothes with your hands?" Surprised bik Sari out of the market.

"Biasa bik, stepmom told her to!" I answered weakly when I was exhausted, who had repeatedly wiped the sweat away.

"Here, let the aunt wait," he said.

"No, bik. Later the cruel mother will see it and more angry," I refused.

"But non."

"No pa-pa, bik. I'm fine!" answer kepasrahkanku.

"Heeeh, that's their base. They're getting more violent the same as non-Amel . It was furious that auntie felt over their actions and attitude. Want to menjites and repel pests like them from this house," said kekusan bik Sari.

"Leave it, bik. All these storms will surely pass, so we have to be patient to deal with this problem" I replied patiently.

"Yes, non. We have to be patient. If the lawyer existed, surely the fate of non ngak would be like this. Aunty just hate the same nature of those who are pretentious. Indeed, the basis of the village of pretentious, just feel so rich people have been on all pride," complained bik Sari.

"Have ... already, bik. How you gonna do it again? They are indeed now a new rich person, yes it may be mandatory to be bragged," I confirmed.

"Because of that, just got rich just asking for forgiveness. Non Amel must now learn the science of sincerity and patience, aunty sure someday surely this will all pass and beautiful in time," said bik Sari so that I am strong for this ordeal.

"Oya bik's. Thanks." Thanks."

Now I'm treated by them, like a maid. Eating is sometimes rationed, they can eat chicken, while I and Bik Sari are sometimes only given white rice with crupuk only. Our tears sometimes become a side dish in a dish containing only rice. But I'm all patiently following through, in order to preserve the legacy of my parents.