NOT AS BEAUTIFUL AS ALYZA'S WORLD

I Hear What I Didn't hear

"Braaakkk."

There was the sound of the door being forced open, it seemed like someone had entered the room on the second floor.

There were two rooms upstairs, in one of Anto's rooms, using it as a place to store items that were rarely used.

One more room is used as a guest room.

In this house was Anto and Ina, his wife, who arranged everything.

Yes, indeed when papa decided to retire early ten years ago, Anto had to take over all our family affairs.

At that time Anto was not married, forced to work anything while in college to meet our needs.

Even for eating drinks and household expenses, Anto was in charge.

Papa's pension is nothing, compared to our enormous needs.

"Lyza, wakeup!"

"Buruan, Awakin Anto, the robbers are on top!" that voice sounded so clear.

That voice was the one that always spoke to me.

That's Randy's voice.

Randy always talks to me, says all kinds of things.

From morning till night, I kept talking and talking.

When someone is near me, I speak like a mumble.

So I don't know what I'm talking about.

"Mmmmmmm.mmmmmm...mmmmm."

That's how the sound sounded.

When I look at my face in the mirror, my mouth looks like a monotony, talking but not making words.

My face also looks like a spicy-mouthed evil woman.

Continuously.

Don't ask how long.

While eating I can continue to mutter.

When I saw no one, my words came out.

"Based on stupid neighbors, it should be a house in white paint, not cream. Uglier. His taste is cheap," so I said.

"It is good for many to die, why make the earth full."

"Stupid, **** the Anto, same-sex women are not fussy."

Whatever I say, cursing, chiding, reproaching, there is nothing good in my eyes.

I even often talk about Anto as a stupid man who marries a woman like Ina's sister.

It is not that many other women who are richer, who have abundant wealth, who can give me a lot of money.

I rushed to Anto's room.

The door to his room was never locked, because he said it was easy if I needed to.

I don't care even though Ina's sister often shows her dislike.

"Anto wake! Wake up! There's a robbery upstairs."

"Wake"

"Godhh ... Lyza what the hell are you," Ina woke up shocked.

"There's a robbery above."

"Nothing! you slept there. It's noisy!"

"Anto, get up," I don't care. I kept waking Anto up.

"Why the hell, Lyz?" Anto finally woke up.

"Above there is a robbery, want to take things. We all want to be killed!"

Brother Ina, who was irritated immediately got off the bed and exited the room.

"Come, you come with me upstairs!"

"Fear ahh," of course I don't dare.

"Ayoooo," Ina insisted.

Yeah, I know.

Like every time I act like this, Ina's gonna take over.

Because he knew Anto was easily angry.

If his sleep is disturbed, Anto can be angry all day.

But I never cared.

I had to follow Ina's footsteps, carrying a crowbar in my hand.

Two o'clock in the morning at that time.

Outside there was no sound.

In addition to the noise from the upper room.

"Where ... where to rob it!"

"So there was my brother, I with the sound of the door breaking!"

"Yes, where ... ?"

We both noticed a neat room, there was not even a sign of anyone entering.

I know, Brother Ina is upset!

It's not the first time I've said I heard something but the truth is there isn't.

It's been ten times? No, hundreds or even thousands of times.

Brother Ina has already memorized my habits.

"Already, sleep," orders Ina.

I'll be in the room soon too.

Still unsatisfied, I actually heard that voice.

"Mmmmmmmm .. mmmmmm .. mmmmmmm."

I tried to lie down.

But Randy kept talking to me.

He was not satisfied either, for we did not find the robber.

Randy .. yes, Randy!

He was my girlfriend in college.

I love her so much, but somehow she just left me.

It was semester four.

My college is still going well.

Antolah who continued my college funding.

For some reason, papa's career as a state official when good.

But papa instead decided to retire early, for some reason papa had to retire so soon.

Our finances are very disturbed.

I was born in luxury, when I was little, even everywhere we had to be accompanied by papa's personal driver.

Even we never got on the bike, no papa said.

Mama was riding a rickshaw, mom came home in papa's slap.

Papa is very authoritarian.

Anto was often beaten when he did not obey his orders.

Once Anto refused to be told papa buy cigarettes at ten o'clock at night, walk to find a stall.

Anto was immediately hit.

Yes, against Anto papa it is harder. Maybe because the only child.

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"Pa, I want to learn vowels" I told papa one day.

"No, no, no, no" replied papa.

Papa always decides what can and cannot be.

Just bright papa.

Sometimes we are confused by his attitude, it can be very good, but it can also be as he pleases.

"Lyza, your mama's gone for so long!"

Often papa gets angry for a reason that makes us annoying too.

But we never dared to answer, because papa's anger can be-so if it looks like we are against it.

"Maybe it's not done yet. Pa," I replied.

Yeah, that's how papa is.

He left mama to buy this, but he was also angry because mama did not come home soon.

The more days I see my mom getting quieter, maybe eating a lot of heart with papa attitude.

Other times when you are happy, you can be very kind to us.

Ahhh.

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"Good afternoon. Mba," a voice sounded outside.

Apparently someone wants to take a package.

"This is Mr Anto's house? It's gonna take the package."

"O, no," I replied.

"But this is the appropriate address. Mba."

"No, I don't know" I replied.

Confusion on the courier's face.

I don't give a shit.

I don't know whose name is Anto, why look here.

Thought.

A few moments later.

"Lyza, has anyone delivered a blum package?"

"I don't know" I replied.