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Dejavu

The fate that Yura was currently experiencing was like dejavu, the situation she was in was almost similar to what Nara had faced in the past. Living with two family members who have absolutely no blood relation to him and treat him arbitrarily.

Yura has been facing this difficult situation since a few years ago, her father died from a work accident. He was devastated but after a few years he tried to accept it with an airy heart and went back to living his life full of vigor. Dad always lived with the advice that Yura always kept neat in his heart.

Dad used to be a contractor and when he died the company gave him alimony, the money I used for small businesses. Mom makes a home kookies business that she markets online.

"Yuray!" he shouted from the kitchen, he was inserting ready-made kookies into the beautiful jars that have been labeled, 'TANIA KOOKIES', I am very proud of the brand.

Yura came from the direction of washing, not yet finished washing the dirty clothes that mount, he had to immediately approach the mother who called him with a voice full of power.

"Why Ma'am?" yura asked and her hands were still wet and detergent-scented.

"Give me these ordered cookies!" he answered without looking at it one bit.

"Yes, but I'm still holy ma'am, responsibility."

"Hey, you want Mom's customers to run away huh? That's why the work is agile dong! time is just a little jolang just really long anyway," Mother's nagging, as usual. Yura was silent not to argue, it was also useless if he refused to submit a defense because it would all mean nothing.

"Finish your work within 5 minutes after that prepare to deliver these cookies!" mother's word, Yura understood and she half ran back to the wash. He had to carry out the decree quickly otherwise Mother would have taken her dinner rations.

Yura's heartbreaking life is inversely proportional to Arkan's. Arkan has never felt burdened in his life. He just needs to seriously study and the rest he just needs to be grateful for. Almost every single thing he wanted he always got, other than an established and understanding parent, he was also the favorite grandson of his grandparents.

This afternoon after school Arkan plays at his Grandpa Grandma's house. He got all the attention he wanted. Even Bi Ija who was old enough was treating Arkan like her own grandson. Bi Ija devoted her life faithfully to the Azka family long ago.

"Papa you also like pancakes doused in maple sauce like this," Bi Ija said while offering 4 layers of pancakes that she made special for her young master.

"Oh yeah?"

"Yes, Huh .. see you now aunty so feel 27 years younger," he said again and he looked at Arkan who inherited everything Azka had seen in the past.

"Yes, I'm cool like Papa, right? Or even I'm cooler than Papa!" sahut Arkan with a joking tone and Bi Ija just smiled hearing it.

"Iaaaang," Call grandma, Mom is gray and now she's a grandmother. He walked over to his granddaughter who was sitting quietly at the dining table.

"Yes, grandma,"

"Tonight you stayed here?" wheedled.

"But I have one request," Arkan instead gave a condition.

"Please persuade Papa to allow me to have my own car, Grandma" he asked spoiled.

"Oh that's right, you're not even 17 years old baby, be patient only a few more months, right? Later Grandma same Grandpa will give you the gift of the car you want!"

"Well, Grandma's the same!" grunts.

"We will have to obey the rules baby, even you can not make sim C officially right, especially for sim A Iyang ...."

"I went home" Arkan sulked and then rose from his seat, he could make his Grandmother feel most guilty.

"Yeah, are you angry?"

"No, I was waiting for friends" he concluded and then he took his carry bag and wore it.

"Yes, be careful."

Yes that's part of the happiness that Arkan can in his life, the whole family is very fond of him even his wishes are a priority.

Different from what Yura experienced, not yet she sighed after doing one heavy homework she had to go back to fulfilling her mother's orders. Hanna took some bags with a package of kookies that I gave her name and address. Ibu uses Yura's energy to reduce operational costs. If he were to deliver the cakes with a courier then the profits would also be reduced, such was Mom's business strategy, a cliche indeed but she was really exploiting Yura's manpower.

Yura paddled her bike again, her 14th birthday gift bike, two years ago. The bike was the last gift from my father.

"Excuse me!" yura exclaimed when she reached the first address, Yura waited patiently until the owner of the house came out. Yura has been in this profession for the past year.

When Father was alive, Yura's rights as a child were fulfilled. Although sometimes Mother often hires it when Dad duty out of town but at least Yura did not lose love and attention. Now everything just faded away, there was nothing Yura could consider as a shelter but Yura was indeed a child who did not like to complain, she still lived her days cheerfully and gratefully.

"TANIA KOOKIES?" asked the owner of the house to convince Yura's arrival.

"Yes mbak!" sahut Yura with a sweet smile, he is already adept at being a reliable salesman.

Yura had to deliver the packages to 5 different addresses, the distance was quite far and only delivered to three addresses but he was already getting tired. For a few minutes he rested on the shoulder of the road, maybe a bottle of cold drink would treat his fatigue but it was a pity that he did not have the money to buy it.

Unfortunately for Yura's fate, can she achieve happiness with her patient attitude that she nurtured this early on?

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