Not the Bride of Choice

Early mulah

I'm Alisya.

My friends and family used to call me Ica.

My father was a Junior High School Teacher and my mother was just an ordinary housewife. But to help meet the needs of the family, Mother made cakes and left them in the stalls and minimarkets where I work.

I work as a minimarket cashier not too far from home.

I'm just a high school graduate.

My parents didn't have enough money to send me to college even though I wanted to go to college.

I have a little sister whom I admire a lot.

At the age of 24 years, He has become the Head of marketing in one of the mobile phone companies that are quite famous.

She's beautiful and smart.

He was very attentive to his appearance.

From the head to the toe of the leg is perfect.

Aisyah her name.

We were just brothers, so very close to each other.

To be honest sometimes I envy seeing Aisyah. She was the perfect woman for Adam.

No wonder so many men want to be her boyfriend.

He has changed girlfriends many times. And his whole girlfriend is of course a twisted tajir.

Much different from me.

At the age of 28, I was dating once.

And that's just the monkey love of Junior High.

To this day, I am still single.

Miris.

Actually I'm not ugly.

My face is similar to Aisyah's.

It's just that the way we treat ourselves is different.

Aisyah can spend hundreds of thousands of money just to buy her makeup equipment. While I had enough with a little moisturizer, sprinkle powder, Eyebrow pencil and a little lipstick to brighten my slightly dark-colored lips.

Maybe Because I'm the firstborn, so I feel I'm taking responsibility in meeting the needs of the family.

While Aisyah though paid quite a large salary, but her salary runs out to buy her personal needs and pay the installment of a new motorcycle a few months She bought on credit.

"Good morning ma'am". Sapaku to the mother who was preparing fried rice for our breakfast family.

I saw Aisyah coming out of her room and heading towards me who was already sitting at the dining table while devouring my mother's fried rice with Dad.

He sat in the chair next to me, sipping a glass of tea and eating the apples in front of him.

"You don't have fried rice breakfast? " ask Dad.

"Let you be hungry, eat a little" said the father again.

"I'm on my dad's diet. Eating heavy food in the morning is not good for my body" he said.

He really takes care of his appearance.

Only gained 2 kilos of weight alone he was already panicking and doing an abis-out diet to lose it.

Much different from me who cuek and bodo time with body ties.

After my meal was over, I said goodbye to work.

I saluted my mother and father and gently scrambled Aisyah's hair which she had combed neatly.

He snorted annoyedly and shouted at me.

I laughed then walked to the door and headed off on foot to the minimarket where I worked.

Me and Aisyah are two brothers who are opposite.

I tend to be funny, humorous and a little tomboyish.

While Aisyah she is very feminine and a little quiet.

But to be honest we were quite close and often shared stories before going to bed in each other's rooms.

Sometimes he goes into my room or I go into his room just to share a story about the day we had that day.

ALISYA👇👇👇

AISYAH️️️️️