Sharing Love: My Preferred Husband

Fate of Being a Brother

The bamboo pant that has been almost a year is now open Laila. The piggy bank is similar in shape to a fart, it opens it because the contents are already crowded and full.

All contents that come out appear 500 denominations of money. Laila always exchanged her banknotes into change, she was afraid that the money sheet would be damaged if put in a bamboo piggy bank let alone stored for a long time.

After counting, it turns out that the money Laila earned was 300 thousand more. Although not too much but Laila is happy, the plan is that he will use the money to buy a new school bag and also a large plastic piggy bank that can accommodate more than this.

The money was wrapped in a swipe bag, then he gave it to Adwi to be exchanged for a piece of paper. However, Adwi instead spoke of wanting to borrow the money Laila collected to pay the debt to her parents.

"Judah, sir, take it."

Because Adwi had promised to replace it, Laila willingly let it go. He only asked 5 thousand to buy a needle and thread, shoulder strap his bag that was worn and had been removed several times now he sewed back.

It was her carry-on bag from SD, Laila didn't buy a new bag during the new teachings. The reason is none other than money. Now the book that Laila carried in her black bag can be opened from the outside.

Laila wanted to buy a new bag, one that was beautiful, and one that she wanted. Not a cheap bag like this, which is easily damaged as expected.

Going up to class 2, Laila kept wearing her black bag. More and more, he became the subject of babbling his friends, including his other best friend, Rina.

"La, you don't tell anyone, let alone Rina." Say ita on facebook message. Facebook was his day, and Laila's Facebook name was Laila Thea.

"Yes, what is Ta?" Answer Laila.

Then Ita told him that Rina often talked about Laila in the back. He talks bad things, he says Laila is his son likes to show off, and love affairs Rina sure no man ever approached her, aka not sell.

Laila realized, maybe he was too arrogant. During the 1st grade, his HP was the best one class. The touch screen is wide sailing, and the brand is also famous, namely Samsung.

Laila also confirmed the words of Rina, for life she had never heard a man ask her to date. As for Rina, lately always go play with different men. Sometimes he left and went home delivered by men who were still in uniform anyway.

Maybe it happened since Rina already had a phone, she often took him to school secretly. Though, the phone was still shared with her brother, the brand is also the same as Laila's, touch screen but still attached to the massage keyboard.

Laila was not at all angry with Rina, she remained friendly like Laila had never seen what Ita said to her message.

"It's not natural for someone to have an opinion about you?" So thought Laila.

***

Not far from that day, Laila returned to collect her piggy bank money.

He wanted to change his appearance, he realized, he was wearing a ripped backpack, and a thigh-like gombrang veil looked very gulun. Maybe this is what makes people not interested in him.

"Lauk ate a hard time, especially to pay the debt. Your father used to be in school never wear a bag, wear a scraped bag. Why else buy a lot of veils?"

Anjani's reply made Laila sad. In modern times, the rules are quite firm. No more Mirids who dare to wear clothes or attributes that are not appropriate.

Laila just went into her room, in there she cried, now the shoulder strap on her left handbag was also torn. Laila sewed it back with her hands. To allay her grief, she cut out unused cloths and made them into flower crafts.

Not long after, Riki who was in the 6th grade was bought a new bag. Not bags under 50 thousands that Anjani always buy for Laila, but bags that are good quality and also durable. Though the bag that Riki had before is also still good, it's just that the zipper handle of the main bag is dislodged.

"Do you have money? When did I get back? I also want to buy a bag." Laila said she's reimbursing her money.

"Nothing, it's also because Riki is crying mulu." Anjani.

Slowly Laila's eyes glazed over. How many times he asked but always got disappointing results.

"Boy lied to you? Won't you go back on Ila's money?" Laila felt she had been lied to.

"You why the hell? Who has been persecuting you from birth? How is money considered debt? Bayangin, how many hundreds of millions of Mr. Samah spent for you from small until now. Emang Mamah same you ever collect to you the money we have spent? Will you be able not to be told to replace everything?!" Anjani was struck by emotion because Laila had very often asked about her piggy bank money.

Laila who heard that just sat quietly until Anjani finished, "Jaudah Ila sincerely." he turned around, then the tears that he had originally held were unstoppable again. Laila put her hands together, trying to keep her tears from dripping onto the floor before reaching the room.

Inside the room, his chest felt extremely tight. The pain, the heartache he experienced could not be shared with who was there. Riki must have accidentally removed the zipper handle of his bag, even though without the handle, the bag can still be used.

Laila looked at a book and tore off a piece of paper, she wrote her heart down on the paper followed by unstoppable teardrops.

Written:

Why is Mamah more concerned with Riki? Am I not good? Or am I ugly? It's fitting that my best friend Rina also sneered at me in the back. A child like me doesn't deserve to live, but why was I born? I think I want to die, I want to die but I don't know how. Sometimes I think of suicide, but I know it's a sin, I don't want to end up in hell. If I had been given a disease, I would have loved to see Mamah's concern for me, but why have you never brought any disease down on me? As for Riki, every time he asks for something he must always be sick if not sorted. I'm tired of comparing myself to Riki. Why does the stupid Riki and never get the achievement always follow his will? Though he never helped homework, he could not teach, always defiant when advised, whining and urgent when asking for something. Have I ever been like that? I was always listening, even though I was upset in my heart. Even Mama bothered, I helped do homework, wash clothes, mopping, and take care of Rara. But nothing is always dear Riki, everything I do is like there is never a price in their eyes.

Riki crying? You think I'm not crying either? I was crying too but I didn't show it, I didn't want my cry to make Mom and Dad dizzy. Actually I also want to press like Riki, but I try to understand Mamah and Father, if there is no, I do not want to trouble you, I do not want to trouble you, but always my patience is broken by Riki who is always spoiled.

Why are you talking about the costs they're spending on me? Isn't it their duty to take care of me? If all this time they were not willing to finance me, then why did they make me born into this world? I didn't ask to be born. So who's wrong? Is it because they're adults and I'm just a kid so I don't understand? I'm just asking for my rights. Indeed, the money in the piggy bank is partly a sideline from my school pocket money which is given every day by my parents. But isn't that my right? If it is taken back and considered not my right why they have been financing me all this time?

Laila's outpouring of heart made the whole paper look full. The paper he kept on the floor, he could only daydream and before long he fell asleep next to the writing he made.