Trapped by Pandora

Prologues

Alin Odity Hamra sat speechless, mired in a thousand and one questions and lost in unbearable anger. It could only be mute in the void as the eyes of the heart had been closed and its soul was almost destroyed.

“I'm sorry! I was forced to cancel this engagement, because I had already found a better woman than Alin.”

Alaric was completely outrageous, daring him to say so in front of both of Alin's parents. He did not consider Alin's whereabouts at all. The girl who loved him sincerely and wholeheartedly but was heartily betrayed.

Seven years they have been in a relationship since sitting in High School. Alin still remembers when a year ago Alaric asked his parents to formalize their relationship. At that time, he said he wanted to be tied up immediately because he did not want to lose the dimpled girl. But all of that is fake. In reality now he left Alin tied to a chain that had been wrapped around his heart.

“I can no longer continue this relationship. Alin can't make me happy. I'm really depressed!” Alaric showed a clear face, as if he was a victim.

Alin wanted to throw an ashtray on the table to the face of the heartless man before him. He humiliated Alin in front of his family. Alin's self-esteem was trampled by that shameless man. Once he humbled Alin without caring about the good memories that had been knitted between the two of them.

Alin's eyes were staring straight at Alaric, his entire body feeling hot as if it was burning. His blood was boiling, his chest felt asphyxiated to burst out until the emotions were no longer able to be controlled.

“Stop! That's enough of everything you said, and my ears are almost blistered to hear it!” Alin got up from his seat which started to burn.

“Now you can go, because I also do not want to continue this nonsense! Go then! Go after your best woman!” Alin pulled the engagement ring from her finger and tossed it right into Alaric's sickening face.

“Alin! Alin!” Mama Alin was unable to speak, watching her daughter pass by leaving them alone.

The middle-aged woman felt pain, just like her daughter. It was very desirable that he slapped, punched and beat up the ignorant young man who was sitting down. However, she tried to hold herself back as strongly as possible because her husband's face was much scarier. If only Mr. Vishaka Hamra could stand firm and not rely on his wheelchair, Alaric could have been killed at that time.

“Alaric, get out of here! Don't ever show yourself here again in your entire life!” mrs Zivaa Hamra said with reddened eyes.

“Once again forgive me,” is just an apology Alaric can say, then he steps out of the Hamra family residence, closing his old story.

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Alin was stretched stiff on the bed, the water flowed profusely not wanting to stop. His gaze was blank, only able to look at the ceiling of the room and hear the lizards on the walls laughing at each other's collapse.

Just imagine, only two months left she will bear the status of Madame Alaric Zhafar, the invitation has been ordered, but all of it was destroyed instantly just because of the greener neighboring grass. Alin was really insulted.

Although not spoken out loud, but he was sure that God heard him curse, revile and curse Alaric. Alin was heartbroken by the man's betrayal. His heart ached when Alaric said that the insolent woman was better than him.

That bastard said Alin couldn't make her happy. What kind of happiness does he want? All his needs have been met, all Alin's requests follow, not a little money poured out of Alin's pocket to finance Alaric's life.

Was it just because he was unwilling to give himself up so easily, making him dump Alin like this? If that is the case, Alin is quite relieved because it turns out that God still loves him. God saved Alin from the foolishness of love despite his heart being slashed.

Is it true that Alin is putting him under pressure? What pressure? Just because banning bets and quitting smoking makes him depressed? Fucking nonsense!

“I hate him! I hate him! I hate!” Alin screamed hysterically. His screams were heard outside the room.

Lady Zivaa ran to her daughter's room, crying heartbreaking screams. He did not want Alin to be depressed.

“Alin..., Alin.., Nak!” Madam Zivaa hugged her only princess who sat on the bed while grabbing hair. His crying voice sounded like a beating war drum. Alin's wet face was flooded with tears that continued to pour like a leaking faucet.

“Alin hates Alaric, Ma!” alin's hatred was already inundated with meat.

“Yes, Mama knows!” Madam Zivaa continued to hug Alin while rubbing the girl's back to make her calmer.

Hate continued to come out of Alin's mouth as if no other expression could describe his pain. Behind the door of the room, Mr. Vishaka was unable to hold the water falling from the eye. His heart was like stoned. He secretly lamented his paralysis. If only he had not been paralyzed, he would have beaten the cursed man to pieces. But he is really helpless. In fact, to slap Alaric alone he was incapable. In shock, he hit both his legs. He feels useless.

The move of the wheelchair by turning using both hands towards the middle room. The phone on the desk near the bookcase was pressed several numbers.

“Halo Pram, prepare our move to Surabaya right now! Faster is better!” the order to someone.

Mr. Vishaka hung up the phone. He wanted his daughter to forget the bitter memories in this city. He did not want his daughter to meet Alaric again. Even so, he could not prevent if one day God destined them to meet in another city. At the very least, if they lived in a distant city the chances of meeting became very small. That's hope.

“How's Alin?” he asked when he saw his wife approaching.

“For sure very sad and hurt. But now that she has slept quietly, I hope that tomorrow she will be fine,” Lady Zivaa sighed.

“I've contacted Pram. We should move to Surabaya only, the new atmosphere will make Alin forget his sadness.”

“Are you sure?” Lady Zivaa fused her eyebrows together.

“I know that a sick heart takes a long time to heal. But, we have no other choice. This is all I can do to protect my daughter,” Lord Vishaka gulped and lowered his head.

“Hmmm.., no need to regret. Alin would feel guilty seeing you like this. She needs your smile to support her, not your frustrated face,” Lady Zivaa cupped her husband's cheeks together and rubbed them gently.

“We will move if it is the best for Alin. Come on, now let's just sleep!” she continued, pushing her husband's wheelchair into their bedroom.

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The next morning, Lady Zivaa prepared a cup of cheese toast and a glass of warm chocolate milk to take to her daughter's room. He wished the princess' mood had been better, even though he was a bit doubtful. Slowly he opened the door of the room and slightly held it so that the tray carried did not fall.

“Alin darling, wake up son! It's morning!”

Lady Zivaa put the tray on the table near her daughter's bed. He walked to the window and opened the curtains so that the sunlight would warm the room.

“Alin, see the sun has started high!” there was no response from Alin. Lady Zivaa approached her daughter who was still wrapped around the blanket.

“Lin, wake up dong! Mama has brought milk chocolate and your favorite toast,” shook Alin's body, but remained motionless.

A blanket covered Alin's face. How surprised Madam Zivaa when she saw the white sheet had changed color red and looked blood seeped out of her daughter's right wrist.

“Tidaaaaaakkkkkkkkk.........!!”

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