The False Lover the Culun

Chapter 3. Catastrophe

I know there's nothing I can control all I want. All I have to do is control myself.

What they don't like is me, so should I lose my true self?

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This is the first day I turned into Nana, it doesn't mean I won't admit that I'm Sherina anymore. But I will only begin to familiarize myself with the character of a Nana, a character that I deliberately made and not from myself.

“Kakak? This is really big sister?”

Such is the response of Father, Mother, and Shafiyyah who is now 6 years old.

I just shook my head, “I'm tired of being a pretty girl. I would love to be an ugly girl,” I replied.

“Trust me, I really just want to understand how the world works. Being a perfect figure with a pretty face, I've been and it feels like everything I should be grateful for. Now I just want to see how with the ugly girl life,” obviously I calm my family.

Especially Dad, whether you know what happened to me or not what happened to me all this time.

I arrived in front of Al-Fatih Junior High School.

I stepped my foot into the hall where all the new disciples gathered, “Am I late?” my mind wondered when I saw that there were already many disciples gathered.

Two girls deliberately intercepted my move, “Side you!” snapped it.

“Barring my way aja,” he continued grumbling.

As I was leaving, one of them stopped me, “Sherina? Lu Sherina Kanza, right? Why are you dancing like this? Crazy... really lose your beautiful face,” babble Elena.

They were Soraya and Elena. The one who caused me to act this far.

Then all of a sudden, “Eh.. Sherina, from now on you're a member of our gang. Now you're a member of Cryla. And you know, the rules in Cyrla if my talk is a must that you must obey. Okay?” urged Soraya.

While I just kept quiet. I saw Elena was ready to protest, but she was immediately prevented by Soraya when 3 boys approached us.

“Hai Aya, Hi Len,” greet someone I finally know named Bara.

“Who is he? New glasses?” ask a guy named Kaif.

“Yoi, princess can't be without a waiter,” Soraya chirps.

Soraya and Elena humiliated me on my first day as Nana.

And sure enough since then they never considered my presence.

My guess was wrong, I thought by being ugly they would stop bullying me, but in reality they would never stop, maybe until I was lifeless again then all this suffering was over.

I'm no longer Sherina, the beautiful and the smart but Sherina the ugly, Soraya's servant, Elena, and plus Bara and Kaif.

Well it's just them, because Faqih, although he never talked to me, but he never tortured me like the others.

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It didn't feel like time was passing so fast that 3 years had passed. And I'm still hiding behind the geeky Nana.

I started to feel comfortable being the geeky, people were no longer interested in my poor life.

Now we have successfully climbed one more level from Junior High School now to Senior High School.

The best times I've heard from people's stories.

Mother also now began to help Dad again by selling in the school cafeteria.

Sometimes I was ashamed of Mommy, she saw with her own eyes how Soraya and the others treated me like a servant, censuring me like a despicable person.

My heart ached more when I looked at Mother who turned her face when I was treated like that.

I think Mother will defend me, in fact Mother is indifferent.

Only once Mother had advised me, but at that time Mother thought I was asleep.

“Defend my child, Mother sure that one day those who are now oppressing you will be ashamed to greet you back,” that is the advice of Mother.

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Until one day a girl moved from the Neighborhood came. Name's Naila. Beautiful, friendly, although a little Laload (slow loading) our current word, which is the same as telmi (think plate).

Naila is the daughter of the biggest cinema owner in Indonesia, and that fact ultimately makes Naila forced to join this fake gang, Naila told me.

Well, I finally have a friend. Naila's my first sincere friend. Naila was like a goddess who came to help me.

Since the presence of Naila, I was finally able to have a few pleasant memories during my 2 years as a high school student.

No longer just doing Aya and Lena's assignments in class but now I also have friends to discuss when doing assignments.

No longer walking alone behind Aya and Lena, but now there is Naila who also accompanied me to walk while holding my arm without shame or disgust.

No longer providing food alone for Aya and the others while we were resting in the cafeteria, because Naila was happy to help me.

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One day I accidentally heard a strange noise from one of the toilet cubicles. It is usually at hours like this that the toilet is quiet.

“Faster beb,” racau a girl.

“As you wish baby,” sahut a man.

Then came back a strange sound, more like a groan.

I may look geeky, but for such a thing I can also guess what that person did. It's just, who they are I don't want to be so bad.

Fun with my mind, until I did not realize if the door of the room was open, then out 2 people with sweat and tired facial features, but did not discourage the smile expands perfectly on the faces of both.

I'm pecking at my place.

“Eh, how long have you been there? Or maybe you'll hear it again? Yes?” snapped Soraya.

My nervous and reckless behavior justifies all of Soraya's accusations.

“Eh, here you are!” call Bara.

With doubtful steps, I approached towards Bara. One hand of Bara just gripped my arm until I grimaced in pain.

“Lu definitely know what I and Aya are doing in there,” he said.

His one hand was now stroking my cheek, making my body tremble in fear.

“Do not let it leak to anyone, understand!” His impact.

I nodded, a tear running down my cheek making Bara stare fixedly at me.

"Beautiful is also the geeky," his inner self.

My cry grew as Bara's hands slurped her thighs, until I reacted back a few steps.

But I lost fast and power to Bara, no matter what I cried Bara pulled my hair until I squealed a little, then Aya held my hands together.

Until Bara's hand reached once again with a swift hand to the base of my thigh.

“Be careful if you dare to fight me, or I don't hesitate to make you scream in pain,” he said by pressing mine.

I immediately ran with tears that never stopped. Don't know where to run and complain to who for Bara's abuse. Until I reached the back garden of the school, and shed all my heart through crying.

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Until the last year of High School, a Gibran came and added to the mess of my life.

One day, the school is being horrendous by the news that the son of the school owner will be attending school there from today.

I looked at Naila, asking what happened until this morning she escaped the words of a pearl that contained insults for her from Aya.

Until the break arrived, the canteen was very crowded, I accelerated my steps, hoping that the bustling canteen would bring more fortune blessings to my mother.

“Hai Gibran,” greet Aya with spoiled.

“Heh, Gibran? Which man was successfully addressed first by Aya besides Bara?” Thought.

But by accident the two of us met, Netraku and a man named Gibran.

“Sherina... My food where beg*!” aya's snaps surprised me.

I nodded and immediately ran to prepare food for Aya and Lena. Of course Naila always helps me.

From Naila, Sherina finally learns that Gibran moved to London 5 years ago. Gibran, Bara, and the others had been friends since childhood.

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Since Gibran's presence, Aya is no longer seen approaching Bara blatantly. But today it seems like bad luck is following where I am going.

After Aya and Lena humiliated me by telling me to pick up coins along the classroom corridor, I was faced with the same situation I was in a few months ago.

I heard the same strange sound from behind the toilet. As my body stiffened, suddenly my body stiffened, I recalled the incident a few months ago when Bara harassed me.

Luckily, someone pulled me out of there, just before the two sinners realized my presence.

Gibran, that man is Gibran. He helped me get out of that place, but without me knowing Gibran took me into his car, and drove me somewhere.

While I just mute and occasionally wipe my cheeks that are filled with tears. I didn't even notice when Gibran took off my glasses, and gently wiped my tears with his handkerchief.

“It turns out my guess is right, you are him. What happened until you became like this, the inner” of Gibran when He finally managed to prove something that became a big question mark for him.

“What's up? Why are you crying like this? Do you like that guy to cry like this?” ask Gibran.

I immediately shook my head, dismissing all Gibran's allegations. Then my story flowed about what Bara and Aya did to him.

“Bangs*t, I'll beat him up,” Gibran said with emotion.

It gets more emotional when I get in the way.

“OK, I won't fuss about it. But from now on Lu is my girlfriend, and I do not accept rejection,” said Gibran.

“Once you nolak, I'll be sure your life and your family will be ruined. From now on, it's just the talk that comes out of my mouth that you have to obey. I'm sure there are no more people who dare to bully you,” explained Gibran once again.

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Can't resist, now my life is like coming out of a tiger cage and into a crocodile's mouth.

The furore happened when the whole school saw a Gibran Al-Fatih open the car door for a geeky girl like me.

Added Gibran who always held my hand possessively.

My affection and Gibran made various curses, insults, swearing oaths for me from all students in the school can be ascertained. But for sure they did that behind my back, no one was brave enough to harass the lovers of a Gibran including Bara, Aya, or Elena.

Though hesitant at first, Naila believes Gibran was serious with me after seeing how possessive and considerate Gibran was to me while we were gathering at a nightclub.

However, despite all the angelic attitudes that Gibran showed in front of others, Gibran was like a demon disguised in a human figure.

Gibran who lived alone in the apartment made me a maid there.

If someone else praised Gibran for his attention to her lover, it was a fake. In fact I had to be willing to run from my house to Gibran's apartment when the sky was even dark so we wouldn't be late for school. All breakfast and clothes were prepared by me.

If anyone else praised Gibran for always accompanying me anywhere, it was a fake. The fact is that my feet have to follow where they are, my eyes can only look at them, and my time is only for them.

If others praise Gibran's patience for never seeing him angry with me, believe me this is also false. In fact, when angry the man can even destroy all the belongings in his apartment while accusing me of lying and going with another man's friend.

That's how I've been through this fake relationship. The worst is the promnight.

Gibran forced me to appear as the real me. Sherina who has a beautiful face with bluish ash eyeballs.

My appearance amazed everyone, and not a few of our male friends approached me, including Bara.

This invited an opportunity for Aya to slander me on Gibran and her plan succeeded.

That night, in the apartment that for 10 months has been my second home, a place of laughter, crying, jealousy, maybe even love will be a memory that happened in that apartment.

And right now, for the first time Gibran vented his anger at me.

Waving the anger that he usually threw at the dead things around him, now all turned to my body.

I don't know how many strands of hair I've lost from being grabbed by her, somehow the shape of the dress that had turned me into a cinderella in a few hours, she said, and I can make sure my face is now full of bruises with lips that bleed in the corner.

That's what I got after being targeted by Gibran's emotions. I had predicted this might happen to me, but I foolishly persevered and hoped that Gibran would one day open his heart to me.

The pain in my body is painful, but my heart hurts more because stupidly my heart starts to enjoy every moment with a demon guy like Gibran.

Before my eyes closed perfectly, I saw Gibran's hateful gaze on me.

“Don't expect more from me, you're just a fake lover and it's a result of breaking my rules!”

Gibran's impact was still faintly heard before my whole vision was dark and I was unconscious.

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This morning I came to my senses after fainting all night.

My face, the corners of my lips, and some other parts of my body were covered in plaster wounds.

The harsh reality is that this morning Gibran just drove me home without saying a word. Without remorse or guilt.

As the world is not satisfied laughing at my current condition, I have just activated my phone and a shocking message greeted me.

Without regard to the pain in my body. Immediately I went to the place mentioned in the message, the hospital.

What I met when I got there, my mother with a body full of wounds, and my father and sister covered in white cloth.

My tears are falling, I almost fall if a man in white doesn't help me.

Pasha, a name that feels familiar, I had read on the name tag he was wearing.

I lost my father and brother forever.

From Naila I finally found out that night my family was looking for me because they could not be contacted. And ended up in an accident.

“It's my fault, it's Gibran's fault,” I thought was petty.

Then another fact, when you wake up, Mother reveals if they were hit, not a single accident. But the truth of the infromation from the mother is doubted by the authorities because the mother is declared depressed.

I feel like the universe is rejecting me in this place. I feel like everyone in this place wants to take me down.

I finally chose to leave. With determination someday those who refuse to listen to my voice at this time, I will make sure they will listen to it. "They should," I said.

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