NOT AS BEAUTIFUL AS ALYZA'S WORLD

About Me

I saw the invisible.

I heard the inaudible.

I said something I didn't want to hear.

Maybe that's the right word to describe who I am.

I'm Alyza.

30 Years of my age now.

My degree, Bachelor of Economics.

Physically I am quite ideal, with a height of 170 cm and bb 65 kg. My skin is also mature.

At first glance I look fine.

I live in my parents' house, with my two brothers.

One male and one female.

I don't work, I don't marry, I don't have 

earning. 

In fact!

People say, as I often hear, I have no brains!

I am totally dependent on my parents and the giving of my siblings, for all the necessities of shelter, food, drink, and clothing.

"Lyza, this is fried fish there are 2 where?" 

I heard Tina's voice, my sister.

"I ate it" I replied casually.

"Well, you ate already, why was this finished too!"

"I'm hungry!"

"But you've eaten, this truck I ate what it would be," Tina looked annoyed.

Ahhh .. I ate half an hour ago.

Full plate rice, one piece fried fish, fried noodles, vegetable, sambal. 

Not forgetting crackers. 

But I'm hungry again.

Whenever I'm hungry, I have to eat right away, otherwise I can get dizzy.

Angry without being controlled.

No matter how many times a day you eat, five? Ten times?

The more the better.

I can rest in peace.

Anto was watching TV, I approached him.

Anto is my brother, we are 2 years old.

Anto already has a wife and two small children.

Raka is 3 years old and Raisa is only 1 year old.

I took the remote and turned the Channel into my favorite TV broadcast.

News Releases on TV Partners.

"Lyza, don't replace dong. I'm watching football again!" Anto's voice sounded angry.

Seen the football broadcast is exciting.

"You see the news" I replied.

"But I'm watching again" Anto replied in a loud voice.

"I want to see the news."

"Lysa, give me the remote back!"

"I want to see the news!"

I still want to watch TV.

I don't give a shit.

I want to watch TV.

I don't know what the news is today, but I can't miss the news.

One day I missed a news broadcast, it turns out that many events I passed.

Last night I couldn't sleep.

Anto snatched the remote from my hand by force.

I surrender too.

I just want to watch the news, where's the fault. Thought.

I'll be back at the dinner table soon.

I see there are still fried noodles and mustard vegetable stir fry.

I took the plate and ate it for the fifth time.

At two o'clock in the afternoon.

It's so hot outside, my body's so hot.

Replacing my clothes many times is still my body wet.

I turned on the fan in my room.

My room is in the back, close to the park.

There are a lot of clothes that I just stack. For what I tidy, will not later also be taken again.

Thought simple.

On top of my bed was a pile of books.

I do enjoy reading especially history books and about government.

Just ask who the Minister is from time to time, I know all.

Or the names of the streets around Jakarta, I remember even though now it is rarely a walk.

I saw a lot of clothes, about an hour ago my brother-in-law just hung out.

The weather is still very hot.

I took the clothes off one by one.

I stacked it in the laundry basket.

Beres.

"Lyza, why are you picking up that clothesline. Just sunbathed!" Shouted my brother-in-law.

"It's so hot this way, it's only two in the afternoon!"

Ahhh. 

Why is everything I do to blame.

I tried to get out of the house once, but I was taken to a social parlour by someone I met on the street.

The next day I was taken back to my parents' house.

I don't care what my sister-in-law says.

It's the same for me.

I heard but I still don't understand.

I take the medications I need to take every day.

There's a lot of it, sometimes it's nausea.

But he said I should take medicine.

So I can be stable, so I can sleep.

🌱

"Alyza, in front of me is someone about to rob," the voice was clearly heard in my ear.

"You're gonna have to get them out, otherwise they're gonna get the TV, the fridge and all the valuables in the house." The voice was heard again.

I immediately took the crowbar I always kept under my bed and rushed to the front of the house.

"Lyza, what the fuck are you carrying such a crowbar," mama yelled at me.

"There are robbers ma," I answered half in fear.

"No Lyz, no robbers!" Said mom.

"She, Ma."

"No Lyza, keep the crowbar again!"

Ahhh mama.

My mom is the same, no one wants to hear me.

I used to feel all beautiful, I was free.

Even I can finish my studies until I get a college degree.

But over time, I was always blamed.

Whatever I did was wrong.

Even when I helped lift the clothesline was wrong.

Papa's gone, if papa were still around.

Maybe papa can understand.

Once I gave candy to Raisa when she was three months old, I was scolded all out by Anto.

To the point that I am confused, why is it wrong.

It's not like I'm good to share candy.

Or when I gave Raka a soda when she wasn't a year old.

I'm blamed.

Wouldn't I be good to share my drink.

I don't know, it's always wrong.

When I threw away half a bowl of chili that had been mashed with a blender by my sister-in-law, I was scolded.

Though I took the initiative to throw because I think the chili already smells.

"Lyza, don't sleep. Later the robber returned again," again the voice was heard.

I resisted the drowsiness that began to attack.

I have to hold on.

Yes!

I have to protect this house from the robbers.

Thought.