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Feel the loss

*It turns out you have something in common with him, you have no brain.

Olivia Corliss*

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I have a younger sister named Ella Corliss, one year under me. Beauty is not enough to describe Ella. She has everything that women want, the wealth, the beauty and the intelligence that she has. No man can resist his charm.

Women with ideal body weight who have skin as white as milk. Her face is thin with lips as red as strawberries and alluring brownish netra.

Unlike me, she always paid attention to her appearance in order to always look beautiful. He is used to look fashionable with a knee-length dress with a touch of perfect makeup on his face.

Within the girl flows the blood of Niko Adikarsa. The biological children of a married couple are quite distinguished, whereas I am only a lucky child raised with their affection without blood ties.

Before that incident, I loved Ella all my soul, loved her very sincerely. He's my beloved brother.

“What are you hiding, Ella?” I also found her crying in the corner of the room with disheveled hair, makeup that had worn off from tears. I don't know how long she's been crying.

He was silent giving no response except for his faint-sounding sobs.

In his room that looks elegant with the dominance of gray and classic and minimalist design. The girl sat in the corner of the room holding an object behind her hand.

“What are you hiding in your hand, Ella?" my door once again.

There was still no answer so I was forced to snatch the thing that was behind his hand.

An object called a successful testpack surprised me.

“Who's Dad, Ella,” I said with trembling lips.

“Ella, say!” repeat with a higher tone.

“Excuse Ella,” She cried while cupping both her hands in the chest.

“Tell me who his father is,” I asked once again in a regretful tone, I felt like I failed to look after my sister.

He fell silent while biting his lower lip, then took a deep breath.

"Are you deaf Ella, quickly tell me," my urges began to ignite emotions.

Ella looked at me then took a heavy breath, "Brian,"

The deg!

My chest hurts, the name that makes my lungs feel tight. It was like getting hit many times which was extremely painful.

“I'm sorry,” He keeps sobbing by begging me.

“Let go, Ella,” I brushed it off roughly.

“Since when did you have a relationship with her, Ella?”

“I.me..no,” she said nervously as her finger squeezed the end of the dress.

“Reply reply!" I snapped, I took a deep breath to quell the anger, “Why are you doing this, Ella?”

I wiped my tears, gathering strength to get more hurt.

“I'm sorry Sister, Ella didn't mean to hurt Sister Oliv but Ella loved Brian," she explained, her face was already messed up and messy.

“You love him?” reassuringly.

He nodded slowly, a reply that was quite piercing to the deepest part.

From then on, I cut off my relationship with Brian.

At first the jerk dodged, he didn't even want to acknowledge the fetus in Ella's womb. But I kept pushing him until he answered my question.

Plaque!!

I slapped the cheek that used to always look sweet flaunting her dimple, the cheek that was now flushed from getting slapped repeatedly without a fight.

“You're evil, Brian,”

“I'm sorry, at first I just felt bored with you and I found comfort from Ella,” She hugged me trying to ease the emotions that had exploded, “But after so long with her, I started loving her,”

“Down, you're cruel! Why should Ella,” I wipe my tears, “What because she gave her body? You're so disgusting, Brian,”

I turned immediately out and walked towards the elevator, Brian chasing my steps by calling my name repeatedly. I didn't care anymore and quickly pressed the ground floor button.

One by one the people I loved so much had left me helplessly crushed. Not to mention Mama Bella who begged me to let Brian go without blaming Ella's behavior.

“Release Brian, Oliv,” pinta Mama Bella by holding my arm, "Please, consider this a reply because we raised you,”

I was stifled by the words that came out of the mouth of a mother, who took care of me from childhood.

“I'll let go of Brian,” I said in a heavy voice, “But let me go from this house,”

“Don't Oliv, Mama doesn't want you to go,” he said begging.

Painful glimmers with the faces of my loved ones were still present in my shadow.

“Olivia,” call the yellow skinned man who broke my daydream, “Why daydream, I was asking,”

“Sorry, I was too swept up in my troubles,” reply me with bowed.

“Wear this," he said as he offered a brown handkerchief.

“Thank you,” reply me by wiping the flowing clear circle, “Eh yes what's your name, I almost forgot not to ask your identity,”

“Delon Setiawan, just call Delon,”

“Alright Delon,” I returned his handkerchief that was a little wet from my tears.

“Drink the tea even if it gets cold, it might make you better,"

“Eh.ya,” My hand took a cup of green tea with a distinctive aroma then sipped it even though it had started to cool. I tepis all the bitter memories present.

My view looks at every corner of the living room with a symmetrical arrangement with a white sofa. Modern luxury house with attractive interior.

“You're serious just being with your brother? In a house this big,” I asked by looking at her fixedly, watching every curve of her face that looks perfect, "Then your wife?”

“I'm not married,” the answer is flat.

“And your brother is he not married yet? Looks like your age is worth getting married let alone your Brother,” I tapped my index finger on my chin while thinking hard.

“Don't ask about an issue that is too personal because we just know,” he said reminded by looking at me sharply.

“You cheated just now You asked my problem,” my protest.

“That's different, if your problem who knows I can help you,”

“Have you always been smart looking for excuses,” I was wobbly to the side, “I'm hungry,” my door, at least I have to charge.

“What do you want to eat let the waiter who prepared,” He called one of the waiters who wore his trademark black and white uniform.

“Yes, Sir,” said it was polite when it approached.

“Prepare this Miss food, she has not eaten,” her orders that directly make the waiter scatter into the kitchen without asking much. He seems to have been trained to work here.

“You eat first, I'm going to the study,” He steps away towards one of the rooms in his house.

“Yes well,” answered me who directly walked to the dining table following the direction of the waiter. They have a full menu on the table. I couldn't say anything, like putting the entire restaurant menu into the house. I'm just gonna have breakfast alone instead of big family meals.