My Wrong

01

"Tell me something before I end my life, father I don't mean to end my mother's life, I'm not a murderer, I'm your son's father too, I'm not a son of shit like you said father....."

introduce my name nadia safira people around the house often call me safira, I am 20 years old, I am still in college at the famous campus at the University of xx, I am, I live in a housing that is fairly elite anyway, how not to say the elite of all the residents of this housing the majority of office workers, employers and even government employees.

As a metropolitan city, my city is inhabited by multi-ethnic and many ethnic tribes, such as Chinese, Javanese, Batak, Madura, Bali, Bugis, Sundanese and many more. There are also foreign nationals including Malaysian, Chinese, Indian, Arab and European.

Although much influenced by diverse cultures, but the authenticity of the culture is still alive and growing to this day. Various native cultures can be seen from various events such as, puppet arts, ludrug, remo dance and other Javanese cultures. 

I am also very in love with the city where I live, how I do not fall in love with my city, a city led by a female leader who has very strong authority........

That is my city, I am always proud to tell how my city is, even though most people say that the city is a city of psk, or a city of pickpockets, or lovers, it does not take away my love for my city, others can say that without them knowing how the beauty of my city

oh yeah until I forget, in this city I live with my two brothers, father, and 3 housemaids

my first brother was davino pratama son, I often call him kak vino he is my brother who I am most proud of, the most I love since I was a child he always accompanied me, he was the one who always accompanied me, making me smile even accompanied me everywhere, but that was before he got married, now he lives in his wife's house which is quite far from where I live but still one city. she has 3 children 2 boys and one daughter

my dad.....

I'm afraid to talk about dad, I don't know what to say about dad, even though I'm the only daughter the father never loved me she always scolded me often even reluctant to see me, even though I was the only daughter, muhammad, that's my father's name, I don't know much about you because you never talk to me, ' he said every time he saw me wanting to kill me, I never knew why such a father was to me, what was my fault, whether I was indeed a child that was unwanted by the father, or I was the son of the man this family took, if my mother I never knew about my mother, since I knew this world I only knew her picture was in a neat frame on the wall of my room, my brothers never told me anything, they always keep silent a thousand languages if I ask about mother, since I know this world it is compassionate who takes care of me, she's the housekeeper in our house, not only loving her husband who works in this house, I know the pak asih and pak salam than my own father. even the one who taught me, took me to school first, and took care of me when I was sick was just a pity and a greeting.....

I miss my mother I want to know all about my mother, the woman who gave birth to me in this world.

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sorry I am a new writer here..🙏🙏🙏

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