The Blood of Cursed Beauty
Episode 1's
PROLOGUES
PRINCESS BEAUTY'S..
The name that became my monthly month in each year. Everyone used to praise me and
dreaming of having a little girl like me, but all that
only lasted for 5 years.
At the age of 7, it all started
the two-faced figure in front of me, my innocent look doesn't make them
feeling sorry for myself.
Hate it? Of course I hate, anyone will hate their life which is always treated differently by others.
They, those who may feel defeated by the excess that is oppressed, and who are oppressed always feel helpless just because they feel afraid of everyone who is
oppresses.
“ Dug, dug, dug, dug “ Heart rate
“ Hiksss
hiksss hikss hikss.. “ Crying voice seoarang girl from room coffin
baths.
“ Ting toooongggg... “ Wall clocks have been beeping many times.
“ THIS WORLD IS CRUEL “ Excite the conscience that is raging angry.
“ Hikss hikss.. Why should I feel all this God? Why?!! Why?!!! God WHY!!!! “ he squeezed his long hair which is now no longer
dry.
His body was deliberately made wet by the three upperclassmen who were deliberately waiting for him since 20 minutes ago in the female student's toilet. They are very cruel, very
inhumanity, I don't know what and
wh why? But he knew that they hated the presence of the figure
PRINCESS BEAUTY is at MITRA TARUNA NEGERI 3 school.
* 12 YEARS AGO *
“ The weather is bright huh?! “ Ask middle-aged woman
holding the little hands of a girl.
“ Emm !! “ Anguk petite girl who jumps up and over.
“ Mah? School is fun? “ Ask the little girl with curiosity.
“ Hemm really does not loh son. Mama had never been in the same law teacher until Pinsan that time
dear.. “ Canda middle-aged woman who deliberately wants to scare the little girl.
“ Ahh really? what happens next Ma? “ he closed his mouth and asked again.
“ really, mama to be taken to the hospital loh dear! And body
mama's stiff as your pencil, baby. “ Say the little girl's mother while pointing at her pencil case.
“ Mama, What Afika does not need to go to school?Afika is afraid mah.. “ she starts to snatch spoiled in the arms of her mother.
Instantly the middle-aged woman laughed as a result of finding the girl
his little one who has now been profited so that he began to feel frightened after hearing his artificial story.
Don't be surprised, all that for the sake of tempting his second child who is still very innocent about the outside world. Seeing his mother laugh like that, now the figure of the little girl who used to be called Afika finally realized that her mother really wanted to scare her. Instead of being upset, Afika laughed at her innocence, until they both laughed together at this simple event.
The little girl named Afika is a picture of myself, and this is where I will begin to tell her who the real figure of me is, as well as how my life experience is often praised for the beauty of my face, but many bring social jealousy that makes me often oppressed, shunned, shunned,
rumored, bullied, hurt, not even reluctant to play physically. Believe it!! Beautiful is a Curse and it is real!!
Do you ever feel that you are not really worth anything or anything
wanted by the outside community? , and all you want is your family
only, a very sincere family wants you in their neighborhood, family
who wants you to blend in with the social world either directly or indirectly
straight, the family that always asks how much fun your day is, like,
a family that always wants the best for their children even though they are their children
that is the ugly one. Then what about me? How about figure
which is not bad-looking? Except them
who is the opposite? .
In one of the hallways to my class, I faintly heard a small conversation about my physique.
" Hey? look, there he is. Atika. a younger classmate who feels the most beautiful in this school. "said schoolgirl 1.
" Yah, but she is beautiful anyway. "return schoolgirl 2.
" Yeah, yeah. But look carefully, the way the road is a little strange... " He deliberately hung his sentence.
" Le-Ceh-Kan's. " Next while suppressing any spelling of the word.
It hurts, it hurts so much. I never felt at all that I was the most beautiful little girl in the world or in Indonesia, or the province, or the district and others. All I know is that they gave me the name and nickname of The Princess Beauty.
I bowed sadly, "My name is Afika not Atika.. People always say I'm weird. "my soft voice shakes along with my tears that start to drip.
I don't really know why they even mess with every one of my physiques, that sounds like bullshit. It feels strange when people I know well are the ones who often talk about me who do not. How could I not hesitate, if we passed each other on the street, their praise was so sweet to hear by me that when it was put into the mind it was
would be equivalent to consuming 1 gram of Narcotics. It's not a story
fiction that is always told by other great writers, but this is it
the facts I know from my bitter experience my life story.
This morning is the most important session for the guardians to know each name of the student, namely the introductory session. In this session Mam.Merni will use a self-introduction system by standing in front of the class, so that all students or children who listen will be focused on the front of the class and can know each name of their own classmate. Our school has always applied students/students to try to speak in English, fortunately I was taught by Mama a year ago.
In front of the class stood a little girl with both her hair neatly braided, the girl looking sweet and cheerful as she prepared to introduce herself to all of us.
“ Hello, my name is Ananda Putri, I life at jalan manggadelima no.47, I 6 years
old, Mum? I just know that “ said my classmate.
“ Its okay girl. Emm next, I want you.. Yesss its you.. Come here .. Goodjob
girl “ Now Mam.Merni appoint me.
When I was in front of all my classmates, I felt very awkward,
my breath suddenly became hard to sigh, my legs stiff, and my hands
get cold. I also tried to calm my feelings and began to imagine
fun things like my favorite movie Berbie Mariposa, Doraemon, Dan
miscellaneous.
“ Hello, my name is Afika Nur Azizah, I life at ahmadiana no.07, Im 6 years
odl, my hobby is singing, playing with my best friend, I hope your like me in
here, thank you “ I said it still felt vibrating downstairs.
“ Good job Afika.. I learned a lot about speaking English
to make your language more stable again well dear “ said Mam to me,
That was the story of my first day of school in kindergarten this morning, and the fun kept happening in B-star class, and I was so happy because there were so many friends who loved to play
with me, I was also very happy because Mam liked me and continued to be there for me to guide me in my studies. In school I would play all the games that were reserved for us, and of course that was the point
excitement in making friends in the school scope. After my pleasure for the past 2 weeks, now the next story will be full of conflict wherever I am.
“ Aapa!, move? Where's mahh? “ I answered sad.
“ iyah currently there are capable families who want to send you to school
eminent darling, and the school also uses a pickup car! “ says Mama happy.
“ but why mah? Fika already likes the same school. ‘ my question while
scowl.
“The cause of this school is in accordance with our beliefs dear that is Islam,
as you now are Adventist religious belief, mama got help
there then mom had to send you there baby, all that
because mom doesn't have enough of your school fund and you, and
Thank God Allah answered the prayer of your mother that you were sent to school in a prominent school
like now, baby. “ Panajang wide Mama explained with pleasure.
At this age would not understand about the beliefs of a religion,
but I know one thing is that the feeling I feel right now is just the feeling
sad to have to part with my friends there, even though we just
they were themed and attended school together for 2
this past week.
“ Let's hope they like me “ the contents of my brain start churning for positives
thinking.
THE UNIFIED FOUNDATION OF LOVE
Now at 05:30 local time, my tiny body is sitting
on a little red chair, I usually don't get up this early. Weathers
very nice, the dawn greets my figure for the first time, at first I
confusion with waiting like this, but nature helps send
the answer was to me 10 minutes later. My hair no longer let the wind
blowing it freely, my clothes no longer show every form
my wrists and my feet, because this dress is a uniform
covering my whole body except for my palms, and my face. Mama
I turned over a big donut cake that I loved so much.
“ Hemm.. Dudu. Lalalalas.. Dudud.hemmmhem.. “ My senandaku in the morning.
“ Fika dear this stock you, soon your invitation will come, you are here
well, my mother wants to serve the buyer first, baby. “ Mama says while stroking
my head.
I just kept quiet when Mama opened her voice, I also saw a full body figure
her sincerity left me where I was, shortly after my invitation
finally came too, I was quite surprised when I found the contents of my invitation were
part of the students at my new school, I found out about it in uniform
what they were wearing looked the same as the clothes I was wearing, the driver
finally asked my mother's permission to take me to school. Great I'm not scared
in the slightest, I just felt angry with the gaze of a friend who was like a car
with me.
more and more. “ Say driver.
Our driver sir
seems to be a good person to everyone, it is obvious
when he said goodbye to my mother this morning. Our journey is far away, though,
so I have to feel a little slack in the car without anyone
invites me to talk like an idiomatic child with a fuss on
generally. Now it was time for us to arrive before the gates of our distant school
approximately more than 50 km, it is only natural that the place is still very new with sightings
the forest is still natural and clean from dense pollution and also still deep
the stage of urban development desired by our local government.
“ Wow the school is very big, there is a mosque too.. Where is the canteen
a school? “ I'm flattered by my new school area.
“ Uh new boy do not stay there, here sit the same that laen. “ Exciting girl
a little tomboyish.
My new school yard is indeed very broad even though the ten buildings are only
most of these pages are standing strong, actually this school
is the possession of an older brother from my aunt husband, we call it
designations Ustd.Aa’. But he wasn't the one who financed my school, but he was wrong
one of his friends sent me to school because they felt sorry for me
who must go to school that is not our religious school just because of limitations
living expenses.
“ Kids, let's go in first. “ Say our teacher.
We also obeyed what our teacher said, and how surprised I was to see
my class has been on a very big TV like in the house of the office. I
even immediately thought that.
“ TV is great. Mine ngak this big is the largest bookcase in the world
this class, they must be very rich people. “ Thought I was looking around.
We still are
got 20 minutes for the first pelajara bell, some of my friends
being cool playing on the terrace of the class with a variety of excitement that they
create it, while I still want to look around my very class
this incredible. My feet stopped in front of a very large boxed object, the TV
with the brand Politron.
“ Wa great! Can I reflect on this TV? So sophisticated.. Even in my house
not this big and this nice “ I touched the thing.
“ Belom never saw Tv well? Hahaha you freak!! “ Excited one of my classmates.
Hearing his words that were deliberately addressed to me, my face that was before
so cheerful and full of admiration for this school, it suddenly turned into
flat and feeling the strange things that are inside me, I myself do not know what
that it? But all I know is that words seem cruel.
Honestly, surely you will not believe or suspect that the smallest child
we are able to utter inappropriate words to a friend who is not from
they are the rich. I dare not say or smile
to answer even this small cause I have been taught by my mother to
no replying and better let what people say to us.
“ Tettttt...teeeeetttt…. “ Bell has sounded the sign of all students entering.
“ Wahahiububscbusvbbdbvdbuoinrgi…. “ Excited kids who took the place to
march in front of the class before entering the class.
“ One of the students/schoolers who want to dare to lead
class?? “ Ask our teacher.
Because of school
we've only been established for a few years, so for kindergarten or Kindergarten classes
only has one room of its own with the number of guidance teachers as many as 3
up to 4 people to help students in learning, while class 1 s/d
grade 6 Elementary School has only 2 guidance teachers with each
per class there are only two classes. But this school is so weird,
because there is a difference in attention given to me and other students.
Short story.
“ Children now we have the arrival of a new friend, Afika. He's from Tk
Educational Foundation Advent, please make good friends well well “ said our teacher
or called Ustazda ummi.
“ Just continue well...in this morning we will all drawrrr yeeeeeee!!! “
Laugh with spirit.
“ Horeeeeeeeee!!! “ Koor spirit friend of my friend Saraya celebrating independence
Indoneszian.
I am proud to have a friend whose passion is very extraordinary in learning.
Long story short It is time for a coloring session of the pictures presented
by our Ustazda, but again I felt dropped for the second time.
“ Hemmm..duududuu..lalala.dududu.dududu.dududu “ My senandaya while enjoying each
the color polish I chose for a cute bear picture.
“ Wahh , your color is good once well.. You are good at coloring “ exciting my friend
beside me.
“ iyah ma.. “ I said disconnected.
It turned out that the compliment was only intended by one of my other friends. And
to be honest the color is very nice, very bright, and very beautiful, another with
have me whose color is still faded even though it has been cut down.
Time to collect our work, though,
the next lesson is short surah memorization that every routine we will be
memorizing 3-4 surah Al-qur’an.
“ Auzdubillah himinasyaitonnirojimmm, Bissmillah hirrahman nirrahiimmm,
Alhamdulillah hirabbil’alamin... ihdinasyirotolmusthakimm.. “ Surah Alfatiha.
as an opening for all of us.
Our Ustazda way of teaching is very unique because everyone will read
one particular verse of the surah that will be continued by us, depends on
who is appointed by Ustazda, and if wrong continue or forget,
Our Ustazda will help just pronounce the prefix so we can remember, and
if it is not continued in that way, it will be rewarded for
metulis his name on the board, while the most names we will lead
towards the seat of punishment. The seat of punishment is done by singing children's songs
while wearing a crown that says “ I was punished “ then we
will scribble his face with powder. The other is when who is the most
many get stars, then he will be rewarded in the form of snacks when he comes home
school later. All that so that students want to be the best they have to be
taunting each other, but that doesn't happen to me.
“ Asik well if they are themselves “ said me with a smile
“ Have many friends, noticed by Ustazda ainun and ustazda zurin.. Thought
who would care for me the same attention? “ My heart with mimic
smiling enviously.
“ Fika why are you alone all day? “ Saying Temaku, Tika.
“ Uh? Iyah, I am like this kok “ I replied smiling.
“ Wwah smile Fika charming once yahh.. This is how it is every day.. I
will be at home with you, too bad maybe our house is far away well, if not me
will play with you “Absmacked by me.
“ Hahaha Tika exaggerated, thanks for making friends, now and
are we friends forever?? “ I answered while giving my little finger
he signs a friend's appointment.
“ we friends ..... “ Tika accepts me.
After that incident I also Tika finally became friends. For a few days we
just keep spending time together at school, and he starts
teaching me how to pray is good because I am still bound by religious customs
old school. He's so good, so good, so good he's always with me, even though he knows there's something
don't like me. Lying all lies, fraudsters all their cheaters are cruel, though
our words are very simple as a child but for our fellow children
that little guy is so evil.
“ Tika if you want to play with him we do not want your friend well. “ says
my friend Tiara.
