The Woman of Heaven the Angel of the World

Chapters 1.2

I rolled my eyeballs. I thought he was gone but he was still standing stubbornly in front of my door. Irritatingly.

"Oh, I need lip moisturizer for my lip health." I said after noticing my red lips that looked dry.

I then took the makeup bag that was inside my school bag. Look for my favorite lip moisturizer and apply it carefully on the skin of my lips.

Hem, the color of my lips became more beautiful and not dry anymore.

"I have to get down before Grandma drops in." I said once again watching my beautiful appearance in front of the mirror.

Well, I don't lack anything. Once I felt enough, I then walked out of my room and walked through the stairs to go down.

Well, even though I don't want to hear Grandma's babble but I don't like to walk in a hurry, let alone just for Grandma to drop it, I won't be willing.

When I walked into the dining room, the first person to greet my presence was the beautiful and ageless-looking woman sitting next to Father.

"Aish, let's go down, kid, and have breakfast. You and Aira don't have time to relax anymore." Well, this is a satire wrapped in softness.

I introduce to all of you who this kind-ass lady in front of me is. Well, she's the kind of Grandma I mean, Dad's mistress who's a corrosive poison, the reason my mom fell into depression 15 years ago.

Huh, she is my stepmother and you must believe that the impression of a stepmother is always bad. Right, this woman is the same. She has the nature and bad impression of a stepmother, of course this is not surprising news.

"Aish, I warned you to get up early so you're not late for school." Father's soft voice further added to the sour taste in my heart.

Well, look at this hypocritical masked man. He was the man who had ruined my mother's life, it was a pity that I couldn't hate him as much as I tried. Isn't this blood tie very disturbing?

"It's only 6:35 in the morning, it's early, Dad. Our school is in at 7:15 minutes, we still have 40 minutes left until the school gates are closed." I said original as I reached out to a piece of bread and smeared it on my favorite peanut butter.

To be honest I was so hungry because I didn't have time to eat last night, so just eating bread was not enough to get rid of it. But it's better than me having to eat Grandma's homemade food that anyone knows has poison for me hehe..

"Every time I talk you always argue and make excuses, why is it so hard for you to be obedient to Dad? Like your sister Aira, she always listens to what Dad and Mommy say without arguing like you do." Dad started his talk again.

Ironically, again I was compared to Aira, a two-faced girl and an accomplished sycophant. He's very good at being nice in front of Dad and the other family.

I then glanced at Aira beside me. He lowered his head to the plate to eat breakfast on his plate. The long black fabric dangling from behind her school hijab really made me so sick.

He used a veil, well you know, a thin cloth that was deliberately tied behind the head to cover most of the face. Today the veil is booming among young women. People who are not very devout worship surprisingly flocked to change the appearance, buying all the colors and shapes of the veil for them to use following the current trend.

Oh, how hypocritical they are.

I think if they really intend to use the veil to cover the aurat, then they shouldn't be indulging in it on social media, isn't that just a lie?

"Basic hypocrite." My fizz without restraint.

Aira raised her head to look at me, she looked embarrassed.

I smiled obliquely, again busy with the fresh bread that I had not had time to bite.

"Where's Aish's milk, deck?"

I bow my head no matter the attention my stepmother makes. In my heart I wonder what charade they made today.

"Aira forgot to pick it up in the kitchen, Mother." The sweet voice of Aira sounded very disgusting in my ear.

The chair beside me creaked.

"Yes, Mother-"

"No need," Cut me while taking a big bite of my loaf bread.

I haven't liked milk since Mom left.

I want to finish my breakfast and rush to school. Constantly being in this house feels very excruciating. I always felt that this place was not worthy of my name as a home, but only as a temporary stopover.

Because I have no place and no position in this house.

"It's okay, Brother. Drinking milk is good for our health." Aira spoke softly before leaving her chair to enter the kitchen to pick up my milk.

Ugh, I said no but this kid is still stubborn. Just to get Dad's attention, why would he bother acting so weakly in front of me?

He already has everything in this house. He has Father, Father's attention, Father's love, and a very important position in Father's heart.

He has it all, unlike me who is always wrong in Dad's eyes.

"Sister, it's Brother's milk." He entered with a glass of milk in his right hand.

"I said I didn't want it." I said without even glancing at him.

I was caught off guard by her pretentious attention and I was even more careless at the black veil covering her hypocritical face.

"Sir Aish must drink because Mother has made him-akh!"

Pranks

The sound of glass shards sounded so loud in my ears. Frozen, I stared in disbelief at my school uniform that was already wet from a milk spill. Yes, some of my school skirts and uniforms are wet because of the milk Aira brought.

"Aira was so careless, look at your brother's clothes now getting dirty. Let's apologize!" My stepmother hurriedly pushed Aira in front of me.

"I'm.I'm sorry, Brother. I didn't do it on purpose." He reached out his hand wanting to touch my uniform but immediately I patted.

My patience is completely exhausted just to serve this hypocritical girl.

Not intentionally?

Which crazy person would think if he accidentally did it! No, he really did it on purpose!

"Sir Aish, I'm sorry." Please ask me.

"Don't I say I don't want to drink milk? But you didn't listen to me and say all kinds of reasons to force me! Look now what you're doing! You dirty my school uniform, damn it!" Angry shouting.

The fresh bread that had been very appetizing to me now looked very unsightly because of this hypocritical girl.

Both of Aira's eyes turned red as she looked at me. His hands were together looking nervous. To be honest, if this was anyone else then I would believe that she must have felt guilty, but unfortunately this was Aira, a two-faced girl who was very good at theatrics.