Love Taboo

Chapter 40. I Was Never Desired

Erlan POVs

I'm Erlan. I was born into a well-off family. A family that may be the dream of most people.

But not with me, I hate being born in this family. Since childhood, I have had to face competition with my own brother.

Name's Fahri. A burly, tall, charming man, has many friends, is intelligent, but he rarely talks to anyone. To be exact, he prefers the word irit. Maybe he was looking to create a unique character like the one I used to read in the favorite novels of female readers.

Yep. Cold characters, but the park is dreamy. But that's exactly what my election has always been a ducela.

Once upon a time, when we attended the same school, I became a bully because of my brother.

"Dih, so she's Fahri's sister? Why is his face not the same? The glasses he wears are so thick!"

"Yes, he said he was another sister of that mother," said one of the people who supported me.

While I was, I could only sit curled up and hug my knees on the floor of the classroom that my upperclassman was swarming with.

"Oh, another mother, deserves a much different. Wait, Mama Fahri and her Papa aren't divorced? Uh, you're a bastard!"

A woman with a puffed up body pointed towards me. As if intentionally wanting to create an atmosphere that was originally quiet to be rowdy.

"Yuuuuh!"

They compactly exclaimed in the bullying I experienced.

"Dissolve, Disperse! What are you guys watching?"

From the tone of his voice, I can recognize if he is my brother, Fahri. Young people everywhere we go to school.

The hand that had looked strong since we were kids immediately reached me in the crowd. He pulled me while grabbing my school bag that was lying on the floor.

"Follow me now!" his orders.

Yep. Since childhood I have bowed to him. Fahri is cool to me. Not infrequently I am curious to find out about, how he can be liked by many people.

And after the action that saved me from the bullies that some of my friends did, I idolized Fahri. Even since then, I have imitated her style, her attitude, her way of speaking, her favorite food. Almost everything he likes to do.

Right in the front yard of the school, Fahri's steps came to a halt. From the look in his eyes I could tell if he was angry or upset with me.

I swallowed spit. Resisting fear because he realized he would be angry.

And sure enough, he urged me on the corner of the slightly deserted classroom courtyard wall. His gaze is vengeful.

I was shocked to hear it, from that day on I understood more and more. No matter how much I want to, I'm honestly not wanted at all.

Can't I tell which family I'm born in? If my mother was a comfort woman, an actor, or something, would I choose her?

I deserve to be happy too, right? I deserve to have a decent life like my brother's got all this time. And to be honest, my heart felt crumpled that day.

A lot of strange questions came to my mind. Why did I never meet my real mother? Why would he choose to hand me over to Mr. Bimo instead of taking care of me himself? Why do some people call me a bastard?

Honestly, my mind has been wide open since that day. I thought that my existence might be due to someone's fault. Yes, she is my mother, who would tease Mr. Bimo who is still the husband of people.

Shouldn't he be doing all that? To make me hate a lot of people like that.

There are other things I hate besides my real mother. Rained out. Yes, the heavy rain reminded me of every second of my heartache.

Like the day I was arrested. Fahri who was so angry left me.

"Today you pissed me off so much, go home alone. Don't follow me! Watch out for complaining!" hissing while pointing to the area of my face.

No one would like to be treated that way. I just shut up. I looked at my brother's back and disappeared from my sight after throwing my school bag into my body.

Then, I hugged my bag and ventured to step. The water from the sky that was originally snarling finally increasingly rushing all over my body.

But, akubterus walked. The flash of lightning frightened me, until I finally met someone who kindly shaded my body with a black umbrella in his grasp.

The first sweet woman to be my friend. She is Melia Anastasya. The beautiful woman was white, with dimples on the left as she smiled. I don't know since when, secretly I like it.

She's a spoiled girl, and a good listener. But that was before my brother won his heart.

I love him, and I think it's probably never gonna end. I once quoted my own feelings, saying that I could do without them.

But the fact is I can't. It just all ruined everything and made my head think of a crazy idea.

Ideas that might have made his name tainted in my family. But who would have thought if all made my brother love him more.

I don't know what promise he made to Melia's late father. To be able to get her married and ruin my whole life.

But that's not the end of everything, is it? I am still eagerly pursuing her love, the love of a friend who has now become my sister-in-law by accident.

Because, I lost my place telling stories from the day I decided to take my brother's position.

And Uncle Roy should be responsible for that.