Love Stifled By Destiny's

Caged in the bathroom

Tired of setting foot at home after studying, makes me now have to lie relaxed when in the room because the body feels tired.

"Amel ... Amel?" yell stepmom calling.

"What's up ... What's up, mommy?" my goiter was upset but I could hide it from him, when he approached him immediately.

"Take out your mama's jewelry, I want to borrow it for the condo!" tell assertive.

"But, mi. It's got a mama, I don't want you to wear it?" reject her.

"What's? You kid don't know it's lucky, plaak!" His anger has slapped me hard on the cheek.

The hand is already slowly holding the cheek that feels hot throbbing pain.

"Now take the speed! Don't you turn it down again, or this hand will beat you up again" he shouted.

"Borrow a set only, stingy right. Hurry ... hurry up and get it, there!" snapped again.

The blow made me so scared, that this self just ran in a hurry to immediately take the jewelry in my room.

"Here, mommy!" hand me two sets of jewelry in a box.

"Good .. good. Here now! I will choose which one is suitable for me to wear" he said happily when the jewelry I had given.

"Now I'm hanging black clothes in my room" he ordered again.

"Good, mi!" I answered with my head bowed to take the command.

I'm the one who just got home from school, I've been told this by my stepmother. The body felt an immeasurably tired. Lemas made my strength even weaker, because coming home from school stomach was not filled at all by food. Lunch ration plus leaving school was only given breakfast a piece of bread only.

"Amel ... Amel?" call again.

"Yes, mi! Later, for a moment" I shouted from a distance.

I was ironing clothes, I just put the tool on and immediately approached my stepmother who was calling.

"That's a big deal, why, anyway!" he said impatiently.

"Sorry, it was ironing!" my answer came quickly.

"Borrow higheels have your mama too, ngak steady if only fancy jewelry, there must be a graceful suit so more beautiful that higheels," he asked again.

"Good, mi. I'll get it first," answered me who now wants to go to the shoe rack in the closet.

Heuh .. heuh .. heeeh, my mama's nose sniffed in the air like it smelled something.

"You what, huh? It's like a charred smell!" tanyakanya.

"Well, what the fuck, mi? Huh .. hee'eh!" I'm the one who sniffed too.

"Seems--? Oh, my God, mami's clothes .. clothes!" I was shocked to remember the clothes I had ironed.

Now I ran as fast as lightning to get to the ironing place that I had left earlier.

"Death .. die me. Haah, the clothes for the condangan have been charred and hollow in the middle of it like this," my grunts in the heart that have reached the ironing place.

"Well, how is this? Die ... die me, may my mother will be angry how much her clothes are broken like this," a muttered heart that has been frightened.

The fear of saying a broad shirt makes me quite anxious and worried. This self pacing back and forth, as a result of starting to be overcome with fear will get punishment again later due to carelessness. Surely the anger of the attached grandmother aka my stepmom will be more brutal blindly. But with compulsion must also talk about the real incident.

"Ma .. ma .. mami!" My voice was calling out.

"Heh, what's up? Did you set it up?" His casual questions while busy coloring his nails.

"What the hell!" the answer seems upset.

Gently deftly, the stepmom took the clothes that I thrust at her. The clothes began to be opened slowly, which looked the expression of stepmother so gawking in shock at the clothes she was holding.

"Amel! Ye? Hiiih, you are this. You boys don't get sick at all, this is what your mom taught you, huh ... huh?" he was angry with his index finger pushing my head back.

"Huhuuhu, my beloved clothes have been this way?" say sad stepmom.

"Aaa .. pain, mi. Pain ... pain," I said as the pinch suddenly continued to land.

"Feel ... feel this, basic child does not know to be lucky and useful," he said emotion.

His hand did not escape also continued to squeeze the ear and pinch my arm, until the peak now grabbed the hair to follow the steps he walked.

"Sorry .. I'm sorry, mi! This pain, aaa .. aww," I said in fear accompanied by tears with sobbing.

"Basar ngak becus child, usually just make a tantrum. It's really troublesome for you!" he said ranting, which still grabbed my hair strong.

"Here you ... Here! I'll teach you a lesson, how to do the real work right" he said, still angry.

Bhuugh, my body's voice has been strongly pushed down on the bathroom floor.

"This is the result if I do what I tell you to do but do not act properly" he said still in an emotional state.

"Here you. Feel this ... feel," His anger when he turned on the shower to wander my body.

"Aa'ap, stop ... stop, mi!" my door was already taking a breath.

"Feel that, basic ... heheh!" he said he had stopped the torture.

Braaak, the bathroom door is strong dibating to be closed immediately.

"Mami .. open .. open. Please forgive me, mommy?" door asks.

Now I'm locked up in the bathroom, in my wet clothes, because before locking the bathroom, the stepmother had washed me with this body with clothes still complete.

"Oh my God, lady. What did you do to non-Amel?" the sound of Sari's outside, who was probably trying to defend me.

"Auntie, don't interfere. Just take care of your work. Just let him in to receive the punishment. If auntie dares to help her, then I will also check Sari and immediately can lift my feet from this house, understand!" threaten stepmom, who sounded in my ear in the bathroom.

"Good-natured, madam."

Out of anger at Bik Sari, now the sound of a strong step roar further from my room, which is likely a stepmom has come out of my room.

"Nrt . tok. No, not Amel! You're not pa-pa, are you?" ask aunt from outside.

"Yes, Amel is fine!" answer me who has shed tears.

"Auntie will still be here for you, non! So do not be sad," said a soft voice made Sari sad from outside the bathroom.

"Yes, bik. Thank you." Thank you."

The voice of Bik Sari kept asking about my condition, probably already worried about the torture given. Bik Sari tried to stand by me outside, when the angry stepmother could no longer hear her voice, maybe she was busy so she went to the condangan.

I poured on the floor holding both my knees, in order to immediately spill the chest tightness, which endlessly continued this light rubbing tears.

"Mama, papa! Amel misses you guys. Had you been alive, Amel's fate would not have been like this" the cry in sincerely accepted my ordeal.

After the incident locked in the bathroom, revenge and hatred are now embedded in my heart feels very strong dust. It felt as if he quickly wanted to teach them such a powerful lesson, wanting this self to crush them mercilessly.