The Sky and the Stars
About Dara
The sky suddenly felt that something was wrong with him. The sharp gaze of the girl who was in the checkout queue next to him made the sky feel that something was wrong. Whys? the girl looked as if she wanted to pounce on him.
The sky was trying to ignore the girl. But his eyes could not work together at all. Several times he stole a glance at the girl, but the result remained the same, the girl looked at him sharply.
Without caring about the girl he did not know but like he had been hostile for decades with her, Sky then immediately paid for the drink in his hands. Put fifty thousand bills out to the cashier in front of him and he immediately left the place.
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This is where Dara is currently. Sitting sweetly under the shade of a flamboyant tree that is blossoming. The beautiful flowers with the pink color are now dropping their petals to the ground. Not enough to get there, the small leaves also floated by the evening wind. Dara closed her eyes for a moment while taking in her deep breath. He let the wind blow his skin. Very soothing. The wind seemed to carry all the burdens in his life, flying all his memories in the past. For a while Dara let the wind fondle her face and hair, as if the one who was caressing her right now was her father.
Papa!
Dara muttered and in that second she opened her eyes again.
Remembering his past with his father always made him afraid to close his eyes. Bad memories of her papa always rolled around in the memories of this beautiful girl.
Where that day, he who had just stepped on a teenager must be hurt by the fact that the father who had loved him unconditionally turned out not to be his biological father. The man who became his first love could afford to leave him to a proud and arrogant woman.
Dara hated it if she had to remember that she was her real mother. Not even that woman deserves to be a mother to anyone.
In the silence of the evening, a pile of burdens continued to rage in the heart of this beautiful girl. Sometimes remembering the past is not a good thing. Let the past be dusty, no need to visit it or try to clean it up. Because it will only contaminate the heart and the way of life now.
Dara felt that it was enough for her to be alone today. Actually, he wanted to avoid the annoying guy, the shameless guy who always stalked him. But it turns out he's stuck here. Stuck with his past that turns out to be worse than meeting the Stars.
Ah, remembering the Stars! Dara felt like killing that man alone.
The wind still continues to spin, as if to take the steps of the beautiful girl to go home.
Dara was about to open her car door, but stopped when her eyes caught a familiar figure.
"Papa?"
Her beautiful eyes are now starting to glaze over. The figure across there was apparently also staring at him. Dara immediately ran to chase after the middle-aged man but again her legs stopped. The man seemed indifferent and turned to leave Dara who was silent in the middle of the city park that began to bustle. Then the man around him ignored, his mind continued to be fixed on the increasingly distant figure at the end there. That man has changed now. No longer know him or intentionally do not want to meet him. Her heart was broken again, she still knew the man was her father and would forever remain his father.
"Why?" Only one word could he ask. I don't know who the question was, and I don't know what kind of answer he expected.
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"Where are you from?" The question welcomed his arrival.
There was no soft tone there that was precisely the cynical smile that accompanied the question. It was common for this little girl to receive such treatment. Dara lowered her head, reluctantly staring at the woman in front of her at this moment.
"For the umpteenth time I ask you, quit your useless profession! or am I gonna stop you myself?"
Dara was still unmoved, her head still lowered. This girl turned 180° when faced with the woman. If out there she looks like a strong girl with sharp eyes, a firm voice and hard to refute. But it is inversely proportional when he is at home and dealing with this one woman. Dara was so weak and seemed to let go of herself constantly being intimidated by the woman. There was no fierce Dara, let alone refute as he often did to the Stars.
"Do you understand what I want?" The woman returned to voice.
Dara still speaks a thousand languages. Until he felt something clutching his jaw. The woman raised Dara's head by gripping two sides of her cheek and raised her head.
Tears of Dara returned. Actually, he really hates all this. Why is he so weak? why did God send this woman in his life?
"Don't show me these tears! I won't be affected. Because I hate you!"
After those words came out he immediately passed. Dara and all its destruction. His heart is so sick. The wounds the woman had inflicted were so deep. Dara sobbed, not because of her red cheeks and pain due to the grip earlier but the word hate that woman said. It was even more painful than a slap.
Dara immediately ran into her room. This square room has always been a silent witness to the suffering of Dara's life. For a dozen years he was confined in his mother's golden cage. When can he be free? who can free him?
Will there be a riding prince who will save him?
Sillier.
This isn't a fairy tale. This is the reality he lives in. It is God's destiny for his life.
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