The Orange Sky Changed Destiny

Buana Orange

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My name is 19-year-old Orange Buana, my height is 170 I weigh 100 kg. Fat right? Because of my weight, I got the nickname barrel, hippo, bulluk elephant and so on, they like to call me.

When I was a kid, I was a pretty girl. As almarhumah mother said.

I became fat when I was 6 years old.

When Mother died in an accident, and father became crazy to go to work in the morning and go home at night. We rarely met and ate together.

Maybe that's father's impingement, to eliminate loneliness and longing for mother.

Since I am a lonely little girl, my entertainment is to eat. Aunty also often makes cakes and I will spend it while watching television.

This habit is what makes my body start fat, age 7 years my height reaches 130 and I weigh 35 kg. Plus I'm lazy to exercise.

My SD friends also started mocking me. But they still want to be friends with me. One day my father came home quickly, and said that he would bring me a new mother, as well as two sisters who would accompany me.

I don't like it when you say you're bringing a new mom, but when she says I'm going to have two sisters, I'm really happy. I am not lonely anymore.

A few weeks later my father brought Mama, that's how I should call her Dad said.

Her name is Widuri, a name as beautiful as her person, beautiful. He came with two children. Kevin is 13 and Kiara is 10. They're beautiful, handsome boys.

At that time I thought my day would start to be fun, I would not be lonely and someone would accompany me to play and learn.

But the truth is not so, they don't want to play with me. I was always in their bully.

I was said to be fat, ugly, fat, and so on. In fact they often scolded me if I did not obey their will, until I was hit, pinch or beard.

When I complained to Dad, he was angry with me. He said I was naughty.

From there I never complained to Dad again.

Even when my stepmother beat me, I just resignedly accepted everything.

No more complaining. Dad doesn't love me anymore. He loves them more.

My appearance became kucel, because mamah bought me simple clothes different from my two brothers who are all good and branded.

Even though there was an assistant at home, they always told me to.

They don't want to eat a table with me either. I always eat with my aunt. But when I was in Junior High, I fired my aunt. That's when all the aunt's work, I'm doing it. There can be no mistake, or they'll beat me up.

I often sleep in class because of fatigue. My Junior High friends often bully me because of my cute and fat appearance. I became quiet and had no friends.

When cooking mamah always told me to help and learn to cook, because cooking will be my duty.

That's how I do it every day cleaning houses, cooking and school.

Dad once told me “Count-count to change your tuition you work at home.” I sincerely serve my father who raised me.

I am 19 years old and in college. My activities are still the same.

Like now, I was cleaning the house when everyone was asleep. At 5 am all my work is done to cook. I decided to pray first just cook.

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At 6 am breakfast is ready. I don't need to call them, they'll come by themselves.

While I was rushing off to take a shower, it only took me ten minutes to bathe and get dressed. I never dress up, just comb and tie my hair. Now I have to dry my clothes.

After drying out, I went straight to the dining table. My stomach is rumbling, there is mama. Is he waiting for me?

“Also, how high are you now?” Mom asked me after standing nearby.

“170 cm.”

“weight?”

“100 kg.” What exactly is it that you ask all that.

Mamah filled the plate with half a serving of rice and fried tempeh wrapped in flour.

“This is your food, and quickly finish your work! Anyway everything should be neat before you leave for college!” Why is Mom getting cruel to me? Are all stepmothers like that? Dictator and happy to torture his stepson.

Mom then left me at the dinner table. I feel like crying. How long do I have to be like this?

Dad, look at me. This kid of yours needs your hug, and say everything will be fine, make sure I'm happy will definitely come to greet me.

It's free that I feel sad and expect my father to wipe away the tears that were dripping down my cheeks and sit down and eat. After eating, I immediately cleaned the table and washed the dishes.

Now it's time to go to college. As I passed by the mama who was watching. He called.

“So, you will no longer be given pocket money, your tuition fees alone are expensive. If you want money, just find it yourself. Enough of your father to pay for your college. For any other cost you search for yourself!” Still not satisfied are you torturing me mama. I'm not your real son, but why do you want to see me suffer so much? What wrong?

I said nothing and went away after hearing my mother's words. Okay fine! I'll find work after college.

I'm off to college. Take public transport. When I got to college, I went straight to the class I was going to study today.

My university is not as expensive and famous as my two brothers, just a private university. Even so, the appearance of students and students here is like the bourgeois but KW.

I'm the only one who looks simple, they think I'm cute. They call me Gacu [Cupu's Face]

Fortunately, I've been used to insults since I was a kid. So what they say I don't mind.

“Hei Gacu, di cariin Sony!” I did not respond to their teasing, and continued to step past them.

“Yes, make a tree fall near my house. Hahahaha ..!”

Keep laughing, at least my life can cheer you up.

I went to college 5 hours. Now it's time for me to go home. Like I intended this morning. I'll find a job. It turned out that looking for work was not easy. already five places I went, no one accepted me. As the day gets late afternoon.

I'm so tired. I walked on until I saw that there was a garden roofed orange sky is very beautiful, like my name Orange but I and my life are not as beautiful as the sky Orange.

I stopped for a while at the park. And sit on the swing.

“Hei Mbak, watch out! Later the swing collapsed.” A man who was passing by me. Hearing that, I stood up and moved to another place.

I sit under a shade tree. It's very peaceful here, with a gentle breeze caressing my skin. I closed my eyes and begged the Creator. I want to be happy God. Give me a little happiness and sincere affection. I shed tears, I took my load out.

I'm tired, God, can I give up? Mother, hold your son and caress my hair. I miss you. I'm increasingly reminded of my mother. If you still had my life it wouldn't be like this. After feeling better, I opened my eyes and the sky looked like an orange sea. The sun was falling, I continued to look for work.

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“Alright Orange, you can start working tomorrow, at 4 pm until 10 pm.”

“Thank you very much Ma'am, I'll come tomorrow. I promise it will work well.” Thank God I finally got a job.

“Iya, I wait.” Fatimah's mother was so good. Her face was beautiful and very smiling.

“Excuse me Mom, once again thank you.” I stood up after saying goodbye to him.

“Iya Orange, be careful.” I smiled and nodded. Thank God I finally got a job. Thank you God.

Tomorrow I'll be on time. Fatimah's mother was so kind she gave me the opportunity to work in her restaurant, regardless of physicality. Even though I work only as a dishwasher, it doesn't matter what I earn.

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